Have to take the younger dog in today for the heartworm check. Didn’t used to have to do this in Idaho, but things like heartworm and fleas seem to be migrating north as our climate changes. Good times. Anyways, take your pick: dogs or worms. Good luck this week.
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wait..take a pick?
i vote both
Nazareth -Hair of the Dog
Flat Worms
David Bowie – Diamond Dogs
I am happy to announce that Faithful Hound passed his physical with flying colors! I told you we had stopped going to this superior vet practice downtown years ago because we gave up the car and no one would take us there so it was like we were trapped in one of the best Elvis movies ever made:
“In a cold and gray Chicago morn…” Even though I’m almost sure that Dr. Elvis and Sister Mary Tyler Moore were assigned to East Harlem.
Also, that photo is so depressing. Do you remember when a rumor was spreading, and not debunked by Fauci or the CDC or the WHO, that Covid could be spread from one carrier petting your dog, and then you would pet the dog, and contract it yourself? Absolute madness. No retractions, no apologies, just lame “we were following the science as it was known at the time.” Right.
Well, luckily Emperor Andreus Marcus Maximus has been thrown in the dustbin of history, and I hope we’ve learned our lesson. The one thing I will miss is New York State mail-in voting. That was rescinded, now that the “crisis” is over, so we can go back to extremely low voter turnout primaries and elections so that the same hacks are elected, election after election, decade after decade.
The photo is stock, but the funny thing is my dog came out of the vet office with a little wrap bandage on the exact same leg. For his good behavior at the vet, he earned many treats.
We had a dog who had a form of cancer. Better Half is very squeamish, so I was delegated to take the dog to his weekly, and then bi-weekly, blood draws and chemo treatments. He was a good little soldier. He used to get similar bandages, which I was taught to remove and replace, if necessary. I never needed to because he never chewed on them or licked the site of the needle, so that was good.
That’s good. As hyper-sensitive as our guy is, he was really good, and also didn’t pull at the bandage, even though I left it on him for 2-plus hours.
With our other dog, I would have to deploy the cone of shame.
Yes, the Cone of Shame! When our current beast had leg surgery (twice; both hind legs, an ailment common to the breed and not covered by the insurance, because it’s a “pre-existing condition”) he was very young. He wouldn’t leave his bandages alone, so I’d have to strap him into the Cone of Shame. Then, out of shame I guess, he’d want to hide in his crate/mancave, so I’d have to unstrap the cone of shame, because it wouldn’t fit through the door, and then put it back on him once he was inside, and hang out with him here in the office, because he couldn’t get out of the mancave while wearing his Cone of Shame.
This song. Sounds like a lost Pixies track to me.
Snoop Dogg — Who Am I
I wanna be your dog
I was late to this party, and I had good song for the theme (see above). Rats. Or woof.