I haven’t talked about it. I wasn’t sure what to say, but the Little dog is very sick. All we know for sure is that his kidneys are not doing their job.
Lots of tests, lots of pampering, LOTS of extra trips outside to “GO.”
When I know what is going on, then you will too. In the meantime, Buddy keeps us entertained…
Are you jealous of the Little dog, Buddy?
I think so!
Hm, perhaps we’ll need to get him one of these in his size? 😉
If you own dogs you know they shed. If you own big hairy dogs you know they shed A LOT!
I grew up hearing my mother and my friends mother’s euphemisms about dust bunnies and kittens under the bed… Oh the horror! Yeah, well they didn’t live with Buddy.
I don’t get dust bunnies, nor dust kittens, I get dust buffaloes!
They congregate in the corners, hide under the sofa, the chest of drawers, and lurk under the bed, but the worst is when they creep into the kitchen and …
Well, you know what I mean. Now there are jokes about your food not tasting right without the cat or dog hair in it, but really? I don’t find them humorous. So, I have banished the dogs from the kitchen, at least during mealtimes, and the looks I get are pathetic.
Buddy, “Look mom, I’m being such a good dog! Can I come in now?”
Me, “No, sorry boy, I’m making dinner.”
Later, after dinner…
I ask you, “Is he not pathetic looking?” It is an hour and a half later and he hasn’t moved, “Good boy!” I tell him.
And the very next morning…
“Aw, Mom! We’re being really good, and the morning sun feels so nice…”
And what can I say? Sighing softly to myself, not a thing.
Instead, I head for the vacuum cleaner.
Do you have rules and limits for your pets?
Yesterday in the back yard Bob and the Little Dog were playing a rousing game of B-A-L-L (he’s laying right here by my feet) 😉 and you know how much he loves the game… Well, after chugging across the yard for the hundredth time, he slides into home, snatches the ball, spins for the return, and suddenly…
He just dropped the BALL!
Yes, he did! He stood there for a moment and then slowly, very carefully he limped over to Bob and stopped.
We were stunned.
We took him to the emergency vet and they checked him over, but he is not doing so hot. Nothing serious or life threatening, but he has been pretty wimpy and whiny. The vet said nothing was broken, thank goodness, but the little dog is just not getting around so good…
This guy, in spite of his pain, is jones’n for his B-A-L-L!
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Oh yes, and the good news is that the vet said he can play again in about two weeks.
🙂
Here on the Farmlet there are a few words and phrases that are never said out loud unless we really mean it.
In order of importance to the Little Dog they are:
Not even the number one word could get a rise out of the Little Dog!
When the north wind blows,
and a chill is in the air,
sometimes all that is needed
is a soft bed…
and a warm nose.
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Stay warm, and enjoy your weekend my friends!
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Life on the Farmlet 