|"I'm not afraid of the rain."|
wet Brando watches the rain on the car windshield
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Yesterday morning, we woke to a mess of blood. Having three rambunctious boys, I thought one of them had done something. Strange, but no blood on the boys. As I walked through the house, trying to figure who or what (remember we have three boys) was bleeding, I bent down to say good morning to Brando. He was bloody. I'm not sure if he scratched the lump or if Humphrey did it when they were having their morning wrestle, but Brando was bleeding. His white fur was staining to a brown. It took a second to sink in. I think I may have even been hyperventilating when I told my husband. Brando seemed fine. He was trying to wiggle out of my arms to get back to "Cavalier Wrestle Mania" with Humphrey. The good news is his lump is GONE!!! A phone call to the vet confirmed that I shouldn't worry (I'm still checking for a lump!) she said Mother Nature may have taken care of it for him. She also said since he's been on antibiotics there wouldn't be any reason to worry about an infection. The next thing she said had me concerned. No stress for Brando. Stress could be one of the causes of his lump, and make it return. Hummmm.....no stress. That will be interesting since Brando is afraid of his shadow, my car keys, the tags on his collar, sometimes other dogs, or a car passing by when we go for a walk. His fears vary from day to day, and I would imagine being fearful could cause stress. Our lives can also be stressful since my little guy has frequent seizures that can cause chaos in our already unstable day. As we all know, dogs can feel our stress and tension, so that can't be helping Brando either. No stress. Those are two words that will cause more stress. Hey, at least the lump is gone!! That's fantastic!
|If I don't give you this treat, will that cause you stress?!|
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
When we take the puppies for a walk, I've noticed something about you and other passersby. Each and every last one of you wants to be an expert on dogs. This seems to be particularly so for passersby who don't have a dog. "What kind of dog is that?" When we tell you, you proceed to say that's not the breed we have, and that it must be such and such a breed. Here's the thing, passerby, my husband and I are not experts when it comes to breeds. Although, as children, and in the 20 years we've been married, we've had a dog or two. Saint Bernard, Keeshond, Bouvier, Poodle, YorkiePoo and a Westie (both of which we're stolen out of our yard). Our rescue dogs include a Golden Retriever that we knew going into the relationship hated women, he went back to the family after trying to tear the arm off my coat (hey, we tried!), a black lab mix that used to run away at the drop of a hat (very nightmarish), and our German Shepherd, Rosie, who used to have separation anxiety, she's cured since someone is always home with her. We've also fostered 8 Labs at one time from the shelter. They all had heartworm, and they wouldn't eat. Everyday we made them rice and chicken until they finally started to eat dog food. We can't forget our Cavaliers, and our Biewer Yorkie, James Cagney. James Cagney was given to us. As you can see, we've had a few dogs during the course of our lives. So why is it, passerby, that you continue to argue the point about the breed of our dogs? On a recent outing, you came right out and said "Those dogs are Springer Spaniels." Excuse me sir, forgive me for being so stupid, you're absolutely correct! These aren't Cavaliers. Why didn't YOU tell me sooner! "No, these are Springer Spaniels, look at their coloring." You're not the first. A lady in the park wanted to argue that the puppies were Chinese Crested or Japanese Chin. Chinese Crested?! I must have looked ridiculous, as I know my jaw dropped, while you continued on and on about how they looked like a Chinese Crested. So what is it about people and dog knowledge? I'm just curious. Why does every last passerby know everything about every breed? When my husband and I are the passerby, we politely smile and continue on walking. Never once saying "You are mistaken about this Poodle. It's quite the Pomeranian!" So please, Mr. and Ms. Passerby, can you try to smile politely, ask to pet the puppies, and stop telling us we are wrong about the breed of our dogs!
parent of four beautiful children
and four fun lovin' dogs
P.S. Watch where you step! Never mind, you already stepped in it!
Friday, July 8, 2011
As the days pass, I'm still doing the lump check. It was nearly gone. It was smaller than a pea, which is considerably smaller. Unfortunately, it's growing again. Brando was taking two different antibiotics. One antibiotic he was to take for 2 weeks. The other for the next month. While he was taking them together, it seemed to really help. I was concerned that when he ran out of one, the other was not going to be enough to take care of business.