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Yuri and the Story of the Hyper Thyroid

Posted by faiththemutt on February 1, 2010

*Edit* Yuri’s surgery will actually be tomorrow,Thursday, February 4th.  Please keep him in your thoughts.

I’ve been keeping things quiet regarding a few things as tough decisions needed to made and diagnoses revealed in the last few weeks.  Now that everything seems to be settled, I guess I’d like to ask everyone to keep Yuri in their thoughts the next few days as he will be undergoing some fairly serious surgery come Tuesday.

Let’s start from the beginning– On Christmas morning, everyone was opening presents and generally being excited for the holiday.  Yuri in particular; he had just gotten some rawhide bones and was looking forward to chowing down on one.  After getting his little puppy lips on one, we noticed that it disappeared rather fast and that he had begun to walk funny.  Mom was worried that he had chewed about half, got annoyed it was taking so long and swallowed the rest of it whole.

Plausible, right? Sure looks like he ate one!

So, the next day she took him to emergency care to see if they could find it and what to do were it there.  Apparently x-rays can’t pick up rawhide (I don’t know why not) but it was very detailed in the picture of the staple he had swallowed.  He’s pretty, not always bright.  Despite the staple looking gargantuan and poky, the vet was less concerned about that and more concerned about his calcium levels from the blood work they had taken.

Yuri has always had issues with kidney stones and such, so high calicum levels weren’t especially surprising to us, but the vet was concerned it was a preface to a cancer diagnosis.  So, we were referred to a specialist, who was very impressed that Yuri looks so good in his old age (he is almost 15 years-old you know) and made him feel special.  She couldn’t tell us anything conclusive from the tests they perform at the office, so she made it apparent we needed to get a sample to one of their off-site labs as quickly as possible so we could begin treatment on whatever it was.

My boy :0)

Whatever it was being either cancer or a Thyroid condition– the latter being the more preferable of the two.  So Mom worrying for her baby (as we all were) had them get everything sent off and then either through incompentence or just plain idiocy, it took over a month to get his test results back.  I won’t go into the gory details, but if a lab specifically tests for something, like cancer– would it not make sense to have the supplies to actually perform the test?  So, whatever it was had a month to continue doing what it was doing to Yuri.

You have to keep in mind, we had taken him to the vet concerning something that wasn’t even related, which happens a lot in our family, but because of that, it’s not like we were aware of what kind of symptoms to really look for, or if he was handling being sick better than anyone could think of.  And even if symptoms did come up, how would we know what it was or what to do without a diagnosis?  After several frustrating weeks, we finally found out what’s wrong with him.

He has Primary Hyperparathyroidism (try saying that 10 times fast) and it’s caused a benign tumor (ask me what benign means, I dare you) to grow on his thyroid gland.  Despite it not being cancerous, the tumor itself will continue to grow and eventually block off his windpipe (It’s already causing him breathing issues) and it’s also causing the gland to overproduce and distribute calcium throughout his body.  Left untreated, it will cause his organs to harden and shut down and that is a most painful way to go.

So, despite the happy news that it’s not cancer, the unhappy news is that it requires surgery.  Both to remove the tumor and to remove bladder stones that were formed through the tumor being on the gland.  At age 14, he’s probably more at risk than a younger dog to have complications and from previous experience with a surgery to remove kidney stones, he heals very slowly and is irked by stitches.  He will be wearing the cone of shame for a while.

Don't worry, Dug. Yuri doesn't like the cone of shame either.

I’m very scared for him.  I know that as a dog, his life does not necessarily outweigh that of a human’s and he doesn’t necessarily understand what’s happening, but he’s my baby.  He’s my beautiful, funny, dorky, pushy, talky baby and I’m scared he won’t come home to me and the girls.

CHEEEEEEESEEEEE!

So please, if you have a little or even better, a lot of understanding for what it’s like to have so much love for a fuzzy love, please keep him in your thoughts during his surgery Tuesday and of course his recovery during the coming weeks.  If he were your dog, the joy he would bring you is insurmountable.

Be strong my sweet boy. We all love you and are pulling for you :0*

Much love to all our readers and most especially to Yuri, the bestest Husky of them all.

Until then,

Jaina, Yuri, Faith & Paisley

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Belated Christmas: Paisley’s First

Posted by faiththemutt on January 7, 2010

Yes… I forgot to write a Christmas post.  I suck at this blogging thing–

Anyway, we had a very Merry Christmas at our house and the dogs, made out like the bandits that they are.  Really.  I have pictures.  I was pretty spoiled too, but I have to say the dogs did pretty well!

But before we get started with the evidence, we in the midwest hope you all had a Merry Christmas and as Paisley says “And a Hippee Nude Deer”.  You might need an online translator for that one.  And now on to what we’re really here for.

Dad woke Faith and I up Christmas morning as he traditionally does, with Mannheim Steamroller playing to wake us.  It’s one of my favorite traditions and I think after 10 years, Faith has figured out that this is her cue to run to the door because Santa Paws has come and gone.  She loves getting presents so she was pretty excited when I kicked back the blankets and made my way to the door.  She wasn’t the only excited one.  Paisley had been let out of her kennel and was making a ruckus when she saw all the new things under the tree.  They hadn’t been there when she had gone to bed the night before and like a little kid, she knew immediately that there was something new:

Ohhhh, Chwismas twee ohhh Chwismas tweeeeeee, how yummy awe yowr bwanches!

Since Paisley likes to gnaw on Pine tree branches– I felt it was appropriate.  Just so you know, all of the packages wrapped in blue, are for the dogs… And you can’t even see them all from this angle…

I got a Sock Monkey! Paisley thinks it's hers but it's mine.

Oh man, were they ever excited to see all of those presents:

See what I mean?

Iz dat mine too?

They were quite excited to get their presents open.  A few of them were rather stinky (A real dog magnet) and they could tell it was for them just by sniffing them.  Yuri, is really rather good at getting presents open on his own:

This is the best Christmas EVER!

Paisley and Faith were just as happy:

Whatevewr yew're opening, it's miiiiiineee!

I would post photos of all of us opening our gifts as we all received some awesome gifts.  My Dad and I actually found gifts for Mom that she loved and for once, she had no idea what they were.  A typical Christmas includes Mom grabbing her gifts, giving it a little shake and calling it before she opens it.

This is rather aggravating.

But this time– HAHAHAHAHAHA.  WE WIN!!!  So, she was surprised, we were surprised and the puppies were happily gnawing on toys and Beggin’ Strips and not surprised– Because we’re wrapped around their little paws.

Anyway, like I said, I would have added pictures of the non-fuzzy people, but it was early in the morning and none of us were exactly– Attractive at that time.  I’ll post one that is a little less scary of myself– I had just received a Garmin Nüvi for Christmas and was very excited as I’ve needed one of those for years.  As I’ve mentioned in previous entries, I am directionally challenged.  Sometimes, I can’t even find my way around my own hometown and it’s rather humiliating.  Soooo, I was about two seconds away from kissing it.

At least I brushed my hair before I came downstairs, so there's that...

Sorry if you feel a sudden need to stab your eyes out…

So, I would say overall we all had a good Christmas.  We had a lovely Christmas meal, delicious turkey and sides and I’m very happy to say my Dad was able to accurately recreate my Grandmother’s turkey gravy; a recipe that had been lost for several years after she passed away.  I loved my Grandma very much and when she died it was hard to get used to holidays without her.  I remember family gatherings being what they were because she was there.  She made things from memory and the recipe for the gravy was no exception.  It was one of those “A dash of this, a handful of that” sort of things and we were fairly sure after many, many failures that it was a lost cause.  Well, this year, Dad tried again with the ingredients we knew were necessary and it was success.  So much so that I nearly cried when I tasted it as it transported me back to those days at her house during Christmas, her hovering over everyone and making sure her grandchildren were stuffed to the gills.  I miss her and I hope she and my grandfather who has also passed are celebrating together again.

Sorry… Reminiscing.  But as I said, the puppies were well spoiled this past Christmas and although I know it’s over for a while, Paisley is already plotting what she gets next year!

Much love and a Happy New Year!

Jaina, Faith, Paisley & Yuri (Oh and Mom & Dad too)

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Faith Goes Christmas Shopping

Posted by faiththemutt on November 28, 2009

So, yesterday was “Black Friday”.  Or for those of us who work in retail/grocery– Hell.  Luckily I didn’t have to work until well after the rush was over and frankly, I’m not thinking a lot of folks are looking for deals in their local grocery store.  At least not after 1pm.  So, I avoided that… Work-wise…

Mooooom, however, found a deal for something that couldn’t be passed up.  And guess who got to go get it?  Yeah.

So I made Faith go with me.  It was a little chilly out so I bundled her up in her new coat (her fur is really thin, oook?)

Weady! Wewe's my Cookee?

Isn’t she adorable?  The hood is faux-fur lined and everything.  It even has a pocket on the back– Why?  I don’t know, extra cookies?  Though if we did that, we’d make millions because Faith would become the world’s best canine-contortionist.  No way would she leave cookies back there, all alone and unattended!

Anyway, we left, knowing we might not come back alive and I say this half jokingly, because honestly there have been several deaths associated with this horrific sales day– not counting the brawl that broke out between two people at an outlet mall nearby over a Bath & Bodyworks item no less– which is really sad.  Honestly, is there anything at all in this world that’s worth trampling someone for?  It defeats the whole point of Christmas.  However, when you can go into a store and see people lined up clear to the back with 6 cartloads each of crap no one really needs.  You have to laugh out loud, with a touch of horror, because you’ve just joined the masses.

Which, we did.  I cannot believe I actually waited 20 minutes just to park my car and it looked sort of like this:

I had several people point out the spots they were in, letting me know they were leaving.  Which was nice, but not terribly helpful as there were still at least six cars in front of them that would keep them from exiting for a while.  One woman decided she wouldn’t be waiting and reversed anyway, nearly smashing into one car and coming precariously close to mine.  Thank goodness my car has a surprisingly loud horn because I was not having any of that.  Just got the window fixed on that thing, not going to have the butt-print of some idiot’s car imprinted on mine.  Unfortunately it wasn’t a white Prius, so I couldn’t make a connection…  But oh well.

Finally after circuiting the store several times, speaking with clueless and clearly exhausted employees, I found what I had been sent for– in the shoe section.  And let me tell you.  I wasn’t looking for shoes, I was looking for:

Haha, like I would actually tell you what it is. It’s a present for crying out loud!  I’m just saying, it’s not shoes!  It shouldn’t have been in the shoe section!

After acquiring the target, the challenge then extended to getting through the line quickly.  Seeing as I only had one item, that self-serving part of my brain began listing all the reasons why I should be able to skip in front of all these “Black Friday” nerds with their game plans and reusable bags, purses unzipped for easy wallet access and store charge cards getting sweaty in their grubby paws.  But no.  I had to wait in line too.  Even when a “1 item or less” line would have been handy!

20 minutes later (20!  I’ve never waited that long in line before!) and I finally got checked out!  20 minutes…  Unnnnnnbelieveable.

Never again my friends!  Never again!  If I get my Christmas shopping done early, I’m perfectly content to pay full price or maybe snag a deal a few days before Christmas, but never will I traverse into the wild that is this after Thanksgiving “special”.  It should be renamed After Thanksgiving NIGHTMARE!  And to think there are people out there, that actually sit out in the rain and cold and snow and CRAP, late into the night, so they can be the first ones in at 3am.  NOTHING is worth that.  If I had kids, I’d love to see them smile, but I don’t think I can ever love them enough to buy a Happy-Slappy-Facelift Barbie that early in the morning.

Good grief!

However, we did survive.  Within an inch of our lives (did I mention it took another 10 minutes to get OUT of the parking lot?) and neither of us was the worse for wear– Well, maybe:

Bwack Fwiday makes me sweepy...

Me to Faithee, me too.

At least one of our posse is happy about things:

Give me, de bottwle and I wiww weave you awone!

She loves plastic bottles, just as much as Faith, if not more.  If Mom happens to have a bottle of water, she better get it done quick because Paisley will be watching.  The second you set it down, it’s hers!  No questions asked.  Or permission– what’s permission?

As demonstrated here...

She really shouldn’t be on the furniture, but there’s that whole listening thing again… :o/

Hewwoooooow?

Guess who’s fitting in nicely?

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now.  Sorry it wasn’t more interesting, but with school, homework, the holidays and all that other crap that means I’m an adult, this sort of stuff doesn’t get done as often!

Until next time!

Jaina & Faith

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Paisley’s Day Out

Posted by faiththemutt on September 25, 2009

So a few days ago, my Mom called me to run a few errands for her.  We were happy to do so for her and I figured it  would be a nice get away for everyone.  I’ve been feeling poorly, so doing things to get my mind off of it was ok with me and get the dogs out of the house.  So.  We did.

It was a clown car.

Let me outta Heeeeewwwweee!

Let me outta Heeeeewwwweee!

He likes her... Really.

He likes her... Really.

Whoa.

Whoa.

I promise… Yuri likes her– or at least tolerates her.  When we first had them meet, I think Yuri was excited to meet her, he just didn’t realize she was coming home with us.  Once he realized she was– He became slightly more cynical about the whole thing.  We’ve also discovered as he’s become the alpha male in our little pack, he’s sort of forgotten what it is to play and be puppy like.  Seeing as Paisley is both a puppy and intent on playing, Yuri is at a loss.  He doesn’t get it and it frustrates him.  So rather than loosening up, he becomes as I like to call him Senor Crankypants about it.  He doesn’t really flip out on her, he just reasserts that he’s in charge, which Paisley often forgets– she’s got that “no fear” attitude puppies have.

See what I mean?

See what I mean?

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I wiww eat dis camwa stwap if it's de last ting I doooo!

I wiww eat dis camwa stwap if it's de last ting I doooo!

Oh sure, *now* she's sleepy

Oh sure, *now* she's sleepy

My favorite photo ever!

My favorite photo ever! ©Jaina

She really does love riding in the car, but Yuri didn’t feel like sharing the front seat with her.

Yeeeahhhh.

Yeeeahhhh.

Can we go aweady?

Can we go aweady?

Definitely sleepy

Definitely sleepy

We got our errands done pretty quickly.  Mom needed me to pick up a birthday cake for one of her coworkers– That went in the trunk, because when you have three dogs in the car– one of which is a baby… No.  At least she’s a cute baby.

I have no idea how she does this

I have no idea how she does this

See what I mean?  She’s super bendy and she loves to lay like this.  Faith does too, but not quite as bendily.  It’s weird.  But, she’s decided she really likes beds, mine in particular.

It might as well be hers.

It might as well be hers.

I wish I could get myself to post these faster, but I’ve been feeling pretty badly the last two weeks.  It wasn’t until Thursday I actually broke down and went to the doctor.  2 1/2 hours of waiting and I found out I might either have Strep Throat or Mono… Which, let’s face it, I’m in college, I could live in a bubble and still be ill.  Got some tests done, both came back negative, but I have a virus, no one could tell me a name and apparently either test could come back with a false negative.  I’m currently taking meds (since there aren’t really meds for viruses) that are supposed to deal with the symptoms.  Thus far, it doesn’t really feel like it, but I have no idea when it’s supposed kick in or what it’s supposed to do really.  I’m just hoping I can wake up feeling energized for a change and not in the middle of the night coughing with some serious chest pain.

Enough whining– aren’t my puppies beautiful?

Until then,

Jaina & Faith

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Introducing… Paisley!

Posted by faiththemutt on September 15, 2009

So this particular post may be short as I am absolutely exhausted from today’s events and really just want to sleep.  Whatever I’m sick with has only left on a semi-permanent basis and keeps reminding me it’s around by causing me to cough uncontrollably for several minutes.  So I’m thinking sleep is a good idea.

However, Faith and I had to share the news that Paisley has officially joined our family as of 7pm this evening.

FaithIcon: Yeah.  We gotta new bebe.  Onwee, dis one doesn’t squeak…


Jaina Icon 2: What do you think of her?

FaithIcon: I dunno yet.  She is cute wike my squeakies… But I can’t actuwee squeak her– and she copies me a wot.  Can’t do nuffing wifout her following me.

Jaina Icon 2: I think that means she likes you.

FaithIcon: It’s a wittle cweepy.  But, I guess dats ok… If she tinks I’m cool…

Jaina Icon 2: Of course.

This morning, after reassuring my professor, a fellow dog-lover, that I would let her know if we indeed adopted a puppy tonight, I sat through class and suddenly realized how anxious I was for the day to be near an end.  Seeing as then I would actually be able to meet Paisley and see if she could come home with us.  Class broke relatively early and I headed home to grab lunch, finish up some work and get Faith and Yuri prepared for their vaccination.  Which really consisted of me putting on leashes and getting them into the car.

I left a half hour early so I wouldn’t be late, seeing as the office we had to go to was a different branch of our vet’s office and I had never been there.  I should also mention I’m directionally challenged.  So, yes, it’s a good thing, or I would have been more than the 3 or 4 minutes late I was.  Found out they weren’t going be getting shots but nasal sprays, much to Faith’s relief and after that, got to head home to meet up with Mom so we could head to the shelter, an hour away from our house.

It felt like the trip would take forever.  Like, forrrreeevvver and we had already expressed some concern that for whatever reason, they might deny us an adoption or Paisley would turn out to be a bad fit for us, so this was torture.  Faith and Yuri were fine with it though, as long as they got a breeze from the open window and a bit of water from the bottle we bought them before leaving.

When we finally got there (on the first try no less) we nervously asked to see Paisley at which we were guided to an outdoor kennel where Paisley, her mother (so sad to have to separate them) and her father were waiting.  I hadn’t had any idea that the entire family had been brought to the shelter, I just assumed that the puppies were accidents (they happen) and that someone had brought them in.  Apparently they didn’t want any of them.  We didn’t really get a chance to see Paisley’s parents as there was a cacophony of barking and the girl helping us was  a bit overwhelmed with excited dogs.

And there she was.  Absolutely lovely.  She is clearly of Lab and Husky descent (obviously) and never before have I seen so many of my own dogs’ traits in one single animal.  My Mom and I were tickled to see that many of the quirks, looks and mannerisms Faith and Yuri have all on their own could be seen in Paisley.  She truly is remarkable to handle all of that.  In any case, I think it’s clear we had to bring her home.  A picture sent to my Dad via text had him leaving a message telling us that despite him being leery of adopting another dog, her cuteness had prevailed.  During the meet and greet with our dogs, Paisley handled herself amazingly and so did Faith and Yuri.  They all seemed to get along just fine and although Faith was worried she was meeting her replacement, she appears to be channeling motherhood and gets more upset with me if the puppy cries about something than me actually enjoying the company of a new puppy.  I’m ok with that.  So in the end, she definitely seems to be a good fit for us.  She’s beautiful, she’s clearly smart (more on that later) and she is loved by all.

Now if we can get that potty training out of the way pretty quick, we’ll be good!  I’ll leave you with some photos!  She’s a pretty girl and in case anyone notices, she has two eye colors, in an odd way.  One eye is entirely blue and the other is bi-color, both blue and brown.  It’s very cool, very odd, but very cool.

She goes in for her first check up this week, sometime, whenever I can actually make it to an appointment with her and hopefully the little concerns we’ve managed to find in the first few hours are nothing and she’s healthy as a horse— er, puppy and we can all just move on and have a good time.

Meet Paisley

Meet Paisley

Paisley is a good little baby

Paisley is a good little baby

Paisley has decided she loves the feel of wind in her fur

Paisley has decided she loves the feel of wind in her fur

Really.

Really.

And to pose for the camera

And to pose for the camera

While Faith pouts (sort of)

While Faith pouts (sort of)

And Yuri asks Mom "But, what do you do with it?"

And Yuri asks Mom "But, what do you do with it?"

But it all just makes her sleepy

But it all just makes her sleepy

Until she gets home

Until she gets home

Exploring new appliances

Exploring new appliances

And stealing Faithee's toys

And stealing Faithee's toys

FaithIcon: I want dat back in de mowning.

Jaina Icon 2: Oh, Faith.  What would I do without you?

FaithIcon: Pwobabwee die, mommy.  You’d nevew make it.

Jaina Icon 2: Thanks.  I definitely would not be the same.

Until then!

Jaina & Faith

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Little Possibilities…

Posted by faiththemutt on September 14, 2009

Jaina Icon 2: Well… We still don’t have any interesting photos to post today… Faith had to stop at the vet this afternoon–

FaithIcon: Against my wiww… I tawt it was gonna be a fun caw wide… But noooooo, I got a shot in de butt.  My BUTT!

Jaina Icon 2: It was only a little pinch and you’re better off for it anyway, I mean, our very nice vet gave you cookies, I gave you cookies and hey, you’re protected from Rabies for the next 3 years.  I’m not seeing a downside.

FaithIcon: It was a shot.

Jaina Icon 2: A teeny, tiny, insignificant little–

FaithIcon: IN MY BUTT!

Jaina Icon 2: Could you stop saying that?

FaithIcon: Saying what?  Butt?  Buttbuttbuttbuttbuttbuttbuttbuttbutt–

Jaina Icon 2: I’m glad I can call you my mature dog, oh wait!  No I can’t.

FaithIcon: Mommy, it huwt.  What is dis Wabies anyway?  I mean, is it like an evil Ninja dat only attacks butts?

Jaina Icon 2: Er.  No.  Have you seen Ol’ Yeller?

FaithIconIs it a cookie?

Jaina Icon 2: No… Actually.

FaithIcon: A squeaky?

Jaina Icon 2: Nooo.

FaithIcon: Den it isn’t worf seeing.

Jaina Icon 2: Ok, you know what, never mind… Rabies is bad.  Let’s leave it at that.

As you’ve probably gathered, Faith got her Rabies booster today and she wasn’t pleased.  She was very good, but as it is, she’s hijacked my bed and isn’t planning on returning it anytime soon– That and I gave she and Yuri a bath this evening.  That might also have something to do with her not speaking to me.  But hey, at least she smells better.

FaithIcon: I put de diwt dere fow a weason, mommy.  You distuwbed de diwt.

Jaina Icon 2: Faith, my love– It was gross.  You were gross.

And even after all of that torture, she has even more to endure tomorrow.  She and Yuri are going in to get Bordetella (I have no idea if that’s spelled right) vaccine or Kennel Cough, for those laymen like me that aren’t into all the highfalutin’ specialty words.

There’s a reason for this, actually.

We’re havin’ a baby!

Maybe.

See, on Sunday afternoon, when I was at work, the parents were out and about, doing stuff that despite not interesting me terribly, would have interested me a lot more than work.  At the time.  One of their stops happened to be PetSmart so they could pick up some treats for the dogs and a few surprises for Ianto– Who my mother, lovingly albeit a little annoyingly calls “Squeaky”–  Well, apparently while they were there, they realized it was National “Second Chance at Love” Day or something on that lines and the store was full of fuzzy faces looking for a home.

Since we’ve had a lot of heartbreak in the last year and a half, we weren’t really looking for a new family member, but these things have an odd way of happening.  And although nothing is set in stone, yet, we may have had one of those things, happen 🙂

While they were there, they happened upon a few puppies, probably 12 weeks or a little older, who were apparently the cutest little things ever.  Why so special to us?

They’re a Lab/Husky mix.  It’s like Faith and Yuri had a love child (FaithIcon: ew!  NO WAY!!!!) but in a completely not gross way, because in our world, Faith and Yuri our brother and sister.  So.  Whatever.  But it’s true.  Yuri is a Husky, Faith is a Lab (well, the majority of her) and it’s like these puppies were the best of both worlds.  Well, because we weren’t really looking, they came home without any fuzzy faces, but mom was determined to show me.  She found their photos online and we immediately fell in love with one of the boys of the litter.  His name was Bentley and he had big green eyes and very familiar Husky smile.

He had to be ours.  However, since Ozzie’s passing in June, it’s been very hard on Dad to even think about another dog.  He and Ozzie were close and as with any family, the loss was painful.  But he should know, this dog isn’t a replacement, no one could ever replace Ozzie, but Mom says “If you’ve ever had such a good friend, it’s not that you’re replacing them when you lose them, you want to have more good friends, just like them.” Also, since Yuri is getting up in years, Mom wants to make sure he has a friend, since Faith and I will most likely move out in about two years into our own home.  Seeing as Yuri is a Husky and Huskies are very social, being alone isn’t ideal.  So, Mom thinks finding someone to keep him company is a good idea and getting them at a time where life isn’t like it was when Ozzie reached his time.  I agree, but I couldn’t help feel excited when Dad agreed.

He’s been wonderfully patient with Mom and I.  I know it’s probably not easy for him and he’s leery about getting another dog, to join us and grow old, but I’m sure he’ll like them regardless.  Even if it isn’t right away.

I digress.

Bentley– Well, I called about Bentley, I e-mailed about Bentley and impatiently waited for a reply.  Trust me, I went to the movies with Blake and although I loved the movie, I was really hoping there would be a reply in my box saying he was available for us to adopt.

Seriously, how could you not WANT him?!

Seriously, how could you NOT want him?!

Unfortunately.  For us anyway.  He wasn’t.  Bentley had found a forever home and although I’m very happy that he’ll have a home and hopefully a very loving family, I couldn’t help but feel sad and a wee bit jealous of them when I received the call.  There was still some light at the end of the “Trying this Adoption thing Tunnel” when the woman (very nice lady) told me that they had one more puppy left.  A little girl.  Her name is Paisley.  She has a gold eye and a blue eye and although they had thought she was going to be adopted and didn’t post any photos of her on the website, the adoption had fallen through.

And were we interested?

Well duh!

Since we originally had our hearts set on Bentley, the thought that there might be another of the litter available was wonderful.  Because they’re closed on Mondays, we weren’t able to see her or even get a photo, so we don’t know for sure what she looks like (apparently she’s a bit bigger than Bentley, see above, he’s pretty big for a baby)– but they’ve said she looks like her brothers/sister With a mix of both eye colors.  Very cool as Yuri has blue eyes and Faith has brown.  That would make it even more perfect.  She is also, per the nice lady’s opinion, very sweet.  So I have high hopes, she’d be the first girl dog in this house as Faith acts like a boy 99.9% of the time.

FaithIcon: Hey!  What is dis, pick on Faifee day?

So, now we wait.  After an absolutely insane day!  I had class till 11:30, went to have a violin lesson that was canceled because I have a cough (long story, no time) and then playing a form of phone-tag with mom to figure out how to get the paperwork they sent us done, Faith’s Rabies shot updated and who knows what else in a matter of hours.  I surprised my vet into letting us have an appointment out of nowhere, rushed to C.R. to get the forms to scan and send, get money for Faith’s shot and then actually pick up Faith to get the shot.  All before I had to return to school for my symphony rehearsal… Oh, did I mention that even though I got the forms scanned, I forgot they were too big and it sent it back to me twice?  Yeah, can’t save anything on the desktop at school, so I had to bother Dad to fix it and send it for me so the director of the shelter wouldn’t think we’d blown her off.

Joy!

But, that part’s taken care of.  For now.  Now we wait till tomorrow– I have a short class day and have to take the two brats, I mean, lovelies to the vet so we can protect them from Kennel Cough, just in case this little girl has it.  I don’t think they’re the type of place to let their dogs get sick, but you never know where some of them have been, who they’ve seen, etc.  If Faith and Yuri got Kennel Cough at their age, I’m pretty sure it could be disastrous.  I would not want that.  Ever.  I would like to bring this puppy home and call her mine, but not at the risk of my own baby, Faith.  She means too much to me.  So, off to vetland we go and she’ll hate me for about 5 seconds and then cookies and kisses will be exchanged and then we’re off to see baby.

We’re taking them with us, just to be sure they’ll get along.  Yuri’s pretty laid back, so I don’t foresee trouble, but Faith might think I’m trying to replace her and not feel so generous.  But, then again, she has that wonderful maternal instinct, maybe she’ll surprise me.  She did today at the vet’s, so I’m not overlooking anything.

Here’s to hoping we have a new baby tomorrow!  They can still deny the adoption for whatever reason (we have a fence, experience, food, love, trained dogs, the desire for a new dog… Why they would?) I don’t know.  So we’re definitely crossing our fingers that whatever kind of interview we have, it goes well and that we can bring Paisley home… At some point, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, I don’t know how that works.  If there’s anything I’ve realized, it’s that at least in our neck of the woods, it’s much more time consuming and difficult to adopt than it is to simply buy a pet at the store.  Which is why I’ve realized people don’t adopt as much.  I get that the shelter is trying to make sure already traumatized and forgotten pets are placed in good homes, but the process certainly scares people away, I’m sure.  If I didn’t love the idea of Paisley so much, I might not have put as much effort into getting the paperwork done and sent and made arrangements to meet her.  But, I think in the end, it’ll be worth it.  I hope my heart melts tomorrow, because then it definitely would be.  Here’s to wishing!

Until then!

Jaina & Faith

P.S. If considering adoption, please be sure to consider older animals.  I feel like a double-standard.  For us, a puppy is better, since we’ve had so much heart-break with our older pets recently.  Just keep in mind, older pets are sometimes better pets.  Sometimes they come trained and certainly full of just as much love if not more for you.  They deserve a second chance just as much as puppies or kittens and it’s depressing and unnecessary to see them wither away at shelters or be euthanized because everyone wants the glamor of a baby animal (Again, I’m a hypocrite, I know, but at least I’m being honest).  Just please, don’t forget the older pets.  4 or 5 years old isn’t old, it’s just the beginning.  Don’t forget them!

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Ohhh How I Hate Packing…

Posted by faiththemutt on August 14, 2009

JainaIcon: Actually, hate is not a strong enough word.  I loathe packing.

FaithIcon: What’s so hawd abowt it?  Twow in my favowite squeakies and a chew bone and you awe done.

JainaIcon: Who said you’re going?

FaithIcon: Who said I’m nawt?

JainaIcon: I think someone is in denial?

FaithIcon: We’ew going to Egypt?!

(Sorry… Had to.)

JainaIcon: No… Um… No.  I’m going to Florida, you’re staying here.

FaithIcon: I tink dat’s wong.

JainaIcon: Noooo…  Anyway.  Packing.  Lame.  If I could afford it, I would leave everything here and buy clothes when I get there.  Screw packing.  And paying the airline $45 to carry a bag I have to bring… You know, so I’m not naked.

FaithIcon: Ew.

JainaIcon: Exactly.

So as you can see, I’m going on vacation.  Mom, Dad, the boyfriend and I are heading to Florida for a wee bit of fun in the sun.  Specifically Disney.  Because that’s awesome.  This will be my 17th trip, since I was three–

FaithIcon: And how many times have I been dere?  Nevew…  Dis is a pwobwem…

JainaIcon: You got to go to that really fun dog kennel during one of our trips– And, and you know you love your dogsitter so you can stay at home with your babies now.

FaithIcon: You wouldn’t wet me sweep on de bed for a week aftew dat!  You said I was too stinky.  And is dis doggysittew going to bwing me squeakies?

JainaIcon: Well, you were pretty gross after that– and no, Richard is not going to bring you squeakies.

FaithIcon: Den he can’t come ovew.

JainaIcon: Would you like to starve, because you know you can’t get your kibble out by yourself and Yuri wouldn’t do it even if he could… So…

FaithIcon: I forgetted dat pawt.

JainaIcon: Yeah.

So, yes.  We’re down to the wire in the packing department and here I am procrastinating… Again.

I can't make up my mind on what to bring!

I can't make up my mind on what to bring!

I’m sure somewhere my mother is saying “I can help you with that!”, since I clearly have no talent in packing, whatsoever.  I kind of just fold it haphazardly and go “meh, it’s good” when in reality, I could be utilizing my suitcase space, much more efficiently.  Mom sees it as a game of Tetris, I see it as Universal Chaos.  So, I’m sure, in the course of the next few hours, my suitcase will be organized, looked at by mom and reorganized, several times before we actually leave.  I’ve also noticed how little help I’m getting:

What?

What?

I’m sensing a little bitterness on a certain blond dog’s part.  She knows I’m packing to leave and she is definitely not happy about it.

FaithIcon: Woold you be if you had to spend de week wif Yuri– by yowself?!  He bweaks my squeakies and den WAFS about it!

JainaIcon: He’s not that bad.  Besides, you pretty much ruined your last squeaky, he just helped finish the job.

FaithIcon:

JainaIcon: Right.  Terrible idea to defend Yuri.  Bad human, bad.

Why yes, I am watching a YouTube video of David Bowie and Bing Crosby singing "Little Drummer Boy" on Crosby's Christmas Special, because I am *that* desperate to not look at this suitcase.

Why yes, I am watching a YouTube video of David Bowie and Bing Crosby singing "Little Drummer Boy" on Crosby's Christmas Special, because I am *that* desperate to not look at this suitcase.

I rest my case.

So, in case any of you are wondering, I probably won’t be posting any time soon.  Faith would do it, but 1.) I’m afraid she’d smash the keyboard and 2.) Well, the spacebar is a bit tricky, with her not having thumbs and such.  I’ll miss my puppies a bunch while we’re gone and although I know Yuri could care less, I’m positive Faith will be sitting by the door until we return.  She’s just that kind of dog.  I know she’ll be taken care of though and I’m looking forward to some relaxation with my other favorite non-fuzzy friends!  Hope I don’t burst into flame in the sun like I normally do.  Being a red head can be dangerous sometimes!

It's going to be worth it though!

It's going to be worth it though!

Until then!
~Jaina & Faith

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The New Squeaky-Not-Squeaky

Posted by faiththemutt on July 25, 2009

Dis… Is a catastwophe…  I don’t know how it happened, or why.  Just dat it happened.

Today… Mom bought a squeaky and actuawwy said– IT’S NOT A SQUEAKY!!!!!

First of awl, dere is no such ting as “not a squeaky”.  I mean, sewiously, doesn’t it wook wike a squeaky?

It's a squeaky... I know it.

It's a squeaky... I know it.

Mom says I have to be nice to it.  I guess I can be, but I wemember saying we should go to Target for an ACTUAL, WEAL, BOOTIFUL SQUEAKY… Do you HEAR DAT MOM??!!  Geez… And to make it worse… It doesn’t sweep at night.  Holy squeakies!  How am I supposed to get any sweepies!?!  It’s aways in dat stupid wheel thingy!  I don’t know how much wonger I can take it.  Could you?

Don't fall for it...

Don't fall for it...

It's blurry... But dangerous

It's blurry... But dangerous

At weast my mom’s fwend, Kelsey came over (she helped buy de annoying squeaky-not-squeaky) but she played tug wif me and I guess dat made it easier for me to wike de new bebe:

I'm winning...

I'm winning...

Still winning

Still winning

Did I mention I was winning?

Did I mention I was winning?

Yuwi is not amused.

Yuwi is not amused.

I WON!  I WON!

I WON! I WON!

Heeeee.  I wuv it when I win!

Heeeee. I wuv it when I win!

No, weally.  I wuv it.

No, weally. I wuv it.

And den she frew it again.  Geez.

And den she frew it again. Geez.

Besides being annoyed by de new bebe.  Wast Saturday, gwandma, gwandpa, Mommy and her boyfwend (Who, by de way, did not bwing me a new squeaky) went to de park for a pickynic.  We had hot dogs and beans, cheesy Cheeto poofs and oweo cookies.  De not-fuwwy puppies had dis stuff called potato-salad… Blech!  I wouldn’t touch dat for awl de squeakies in de world… Well,  maybe awl of dem– Anyway, dat was gwoss, but de pickynic was fun and I hope we get to do it again.

Yuwi was twying to sneak up on de Cheesy Poofs... I tink dey saw him

Yuwi was twying to sneak up on de Cheesy Poofs... I tink dey saw him

I wuv dis wheaver

I wuv dis wheaver

Gwandpa ate an oweo wifout me.  Not. Fair.

Gwandpa ate an oweo wifout me. Not. Fair.

He tinks he's sneaky.  But, we can seeee him!

He tinks he's sneaky. But, we can seeee him!

And dat was my week.  Too much to do.  And not enough squeakies.  Oy.

~Faith

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The Squeaky Tutorial

Posted by faiththemutt on July 24, 2009

Disclaimer: Blog writer cannot be held responsible for any crossing eyes at the translation of Faith’s speaking into the written word.  Her speech defies all the rules of the English language.  You have been warned… If it helps, think of it as a mix between baby talk and the priest from Princess Bride.

JainaIcon: Hello again!  Hopefully you’re all enjoying a nice July day.  It’s been rainy and gross for the last day or so in our neck of the woods.

FaithIcon: By enjoying, you mean giving me mowr cookies…

JainaIcon: I’m pretty sure that’s not what I meant.

FaithIcon: Yuwi got one.

JainaIcon: Because Yuri has terrible breath and he needs his breath-mint cookies.

FaithIcon: Ummm… I can have tewwible bweth two.

JainaIcon: Look, he needs them, stop begging.

FaithIcon:But doggies can cownt!  Yuwi: 1 Faifh: none!

JainaIcon: You don’t need anymore cookies.

FaithIcon: Um, you had an Oweo wifout me eawier.  Does dat make your bweth bettew?

JainaIcon: Touché.

JainaIcon: Annnnyway.  Before we get totally and irrelevantly off-topic– Faith obviously has an obsession with squeaky toys.  I don’t remember when it started or when she began her collection, but I do know that since then, her toybox has gotten ridiculous.

FaithIcon: What?! Dere aren’t enuf bebes if you ask me!

JainaIcon: It’s full enough, but somehow she cutifies people into buying her new ones.

FaithIcon: Do nawt.

JainaIcon: Really?  Then how come mom’s bought you every Hartz toy currently available?

FaithIcon: Cuz, she’s my gwandma?  She has to buy her gwandpuppy twoys…

JainaIcon: Okay, how about my boyfriend?  You wouldn’t let him in the door unless he bought you something.

FaithIcon: If he wants to date my mommy, den he bettew bwing me someting to keep me fwom biting him!

JainaIcon: Alllll right, then what about me?  I don’t even know how much I’ve spent on squeakies in the last three years.

FaithIcon: …….

JainaIcon: Ooookay.  So this is a squeaky tutorial?

FaithIcon: A what?

JainaIcon: A tutorial– You’re going to show them your squeakies and explain why they’re your favorites and maybe why people should buy them for their dogs.

FaithIcon: Uh… Yes.

JainaIcon: Great.  Have at it.

FaithIcon: OK, pay attention not-fuwwy dogs– What you wearn today may save your puppy’s wife someday, so hewe awe some simple Doggy Wules:

Wule #1: Must feed doggy awl de cookies dey want.  Sewiously, don’t bweak dis one or doggy may haf to bite you.  Dats not good fow de welationship.

Wule #2: Buy doggy as many Squeakies as dey want– Don’t bweak dis one eiver or dey do dat biting ting again and dat’s no fun.  Not-fuwwy dogs taste twweible.

Wule #3: Wepeat wules 1 and 2 all de time, wif an occassional belly wub and bacon gwease tweat.  Or all de time.  Your call, just wemember de biting…

OK… Now we get to my favowite pawt.  SQUEAKIES!!!!  I will show you de pictuwes my mommy took wif hew flashy box tingy…

Sheep!

Sheep!

Dis is my sheep.  I just got him fwom my gwandma a wittle while ago, but he’s one of my favowite bebes.  He squeaks weally funny (maybe my mommy will wecowd it so you can heaw).  People always wagh when I squeak him fow no weason.

Goose!

Goose!

Dis is my goose.  I wish he honked wike a real goose, but he weally sounds wike a mouse.  But I stiww wuv it a lot.  Don’t worry geesies and duckies, I don’t twy to squeak weal ones… Maybe a squirrel.

Doggy!

Doggy!

Dis is my puppy.  I have wots of puppies, but dis one is my favowite owt of awl of dem.  Mommy says he wooks sea-sick– I tink he’s cute.  Even puppies need puppies.  Even if dey’re gween.

Oppossum

Opossum!

Dis is de… Poss..Posso… Gwandma cawls him “Woad Kill”… He doesn’t squeak anymowr, but I don’t cawe.  He’s my bebe.  At weast I don’t wook for weal woad kill.

Frog!

Frog!

Dis is de one-eyed fwog.  My mommy’s boyfwend:

Mommy's boyfriend... AKA: sucker

Mommy's boyfriend... AKA: sucker

He gave it to me to make me wike him.  I guess he’s okay… He needs to bwing me mowr soon, or I bite him.  I wike de fwog cuz he squeaks too… And he’s pwetty cute even wifout an eye.

Bunny!

Bunny!

Dis is my bunny!  Mommy used to have weal ones, but wouldn’t wet me squeak dem.  So she got me dis one so I wouldn’t twy.  I guess dat’s good enough.  For now.

FaithIcon: Awl right… I guess dis awl for now.  I told mommy I wanted to share my favowite twoys and I did.  And now I’m tiwed, I tink it’s time for a wittle nap.  Naps are de best and I take a wot of dem, even doe it takes a wot outta me. I’ll come back when I get a new squeaky, which I hope is soon– my twoy box is twooo empty!

JainaIcon: Is not.  And all of these are babies I find in my bed every morning– It’s really disturbing to wake up with an opossum in my face!

FaithIcon: Is twoo empty! And de pozzum just wuvs you a wot.

JainaIcon: Seriously, is not.  I’m not going to address the opossum, currently…

FaithIcon: Don’t you wuv me mommy?

JainaIcon: Of course I do, Faith.  You’re my baby.

FaithIcon: Den we go to Target tomowwow, okay?

JainaIcon: I’m not getting out of this one, am I?

Until next time, folks!

Jaina & Faith

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Tragedy in the Mutt Family Cont.

Posted by faiththemutt on July 18, 2009

So, as we were loathe to announce before, we had a death in the family that was really quite heartbreaking.  Our 17 year-old dog, Ozzie had to be put to sleep early in the morning of the 16th due to complications from age.  It was a heart wrenching decision, but after events that transpired during the night and early morning, our family made the conscious decision that Ozzie deserved to be at peace and in the condition he was in, that wasn’t going to happen.  His age had caught up with him and life just didn’t seem worth living anymore.

My father woke me at about 6:30 in the morning, very upset but asking me to help him get Ozzie cleaned up.  We gave him a bath and as dad cleaned himself up, I blew dry Ozzie’s fur until it shone.  Ozzie, for one reason or another, really enjoyed having his fur blown-dry, I don’t know if it’s because it reminded him of laying outside on a warm, breezy day or it just felt good to have warm air blown on him in general.  I was happy to provide him a few more minutes of any kind of joy and sat with him until dad had gotten himself ready.  By then my mom had gotten up for work and we all sat with Ozzie for a while, giving him cookies and stroking his face.  Letting him know, that even though the last few months have been hard on us, we loved him very much.  It seemed like forever before dad was able to call the vet to let them know we needed to have him put to sleep, which I know I wouldn’t have been able to handle telling them, as I was already overwhelmed with the thought of losing Ozzie forever.

Unfortunately, I was too cowardly to go with my parents to the vet to say goodbye, so I said my goodbyes to Ozzie when they were getting ready to go.  I kissed his nose and stroked his ears and let him know how much he meant to me.  And for the first time in months, he looked at me with eyes that didn’t seem to be clouded in old age and confusion.  He gave me a look I haven’t gotten from him in such a long time.  I don’t know if that made it more difficult or I was already so overwhelmed by it all that it didn’t matter.  In any case, it was nice to see the real him for the first time in a long time.

It’s been so long since Ozzie joined our family that I don’t really remember the day, but I do remember he was an adorable puppy (That might be enough to get me to look for the photos to prove it).  The pet store clerk knew for sure that his mother was a purebred Austrailian Shepard who had the papers to prove it, but apparently had a one night stand with something else.  We think maybe a Pit Bull, which would explain his intensity in protecting us.  In general though, he was a mellow dog that loved his family and really loved babies.  He was the best guard dog you could have asked for.

Ozzie during his first snow, he was only a few months old.

Ozzie during his first snow, he was only a few months old.

Ozzie was also very strong when he got older.  I distinctly remember a time when I thought I could walk him by myself… Mom often told me to wait for her to take him on walks, but I thought I was a big girl and could do it myself– Surprise, no I couldn’t.  That day my luck ran out and my nose was never the same for months.  In fact, I was coined (by my idiotic elementary gym teacher) Rudolph because I had a large red scab on the end of my nose for a very long time.  That was my fault, not Ozzie’s, but it’s definitely a memory I’ll have forever.  As you can see it didn’t really affect our relationship– or anyone’s relationship with him:

Best buddies

Best buddies

Ozzie and his family, when he was an only.

Ozzie and his family, when he was an only.

It wasn’t until I found these photos that I realized how much he had changed over the years.  The last few in particular when his muzzle began to gray and the things he used to love didn’t interest him anymore.  Tennis balls and bones and cookies, capture the treasure and running with Yuri.  None of these things had made him excited in such a long time and I realized how easily I had forgotten.  Seeing these photos reminded me of his exuberance and how much I miss that.

At the park

At the park

Something Ozzie loved well into his twilight years was sunbathing.  I know, sounds like a little old woman, but it’s true.  If the door was open during the summer and it was sunny, you could bet hard money he was sitting in the sunlight taking it in.  Every other dog I’ve met has always looked for shade during sunny days, but he loved it.  If he was outside, he was sitting in the only pool of sunlight our big tree let through:

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See what I mean?

See what I mean?

I loved his big nose

I loved his big nose

Ozzie gave his all in taking care of us, even in defending us against his evil arch-nemesis:

The Squirrel

Dramatization: Not actual Squirrel

Dramatization: Not actual Squirrel

Not just any squirrel– THE Squirrel.  Many a day when we were outside, the squirrel, angry with humanity for some reason, would throw bits of its nest at anything that was moving.  The dogs, people, anything.  It was would chitter madly and wait for Ozzie to dare challenge its rule. Which he did.  Often.

And The Squirrel, never came down from the tree to pick up the glove Ozzie threw down for him. Victory comes to those who are awesome.

Victory can also come when the humans aren’t home, as Ozzie found several times through the garbage, a box of fudge we had brought home from my grandmother (we discovered he didn’t like peanut butter fudge that day) or the 4 boxes of Peanut Brittle and 2.5 boxes of chocolate daisy mints from Girl Scout days… How he didn’t die of some sort of chocolate induced overdose, I will never know, but he was a sly one.  I only wish I could find the photo of him stuck, head first in a Purina cookie box– he was smart enough to eat through the bottom to try and find a way out but was sadly foiled by the size of his head.

In his whole life, I don’t think Ozzie ever stopped being a great dog.  I regret that in his last few months, my frustrations with his frailties got the best of me every once in a while.  Being woken in the wee hours of the morning for seemingly no reason and a sudden forgetfulness of the last use of the backyard and general issues frustrated me often.  At the very least it has taught me that I have to keep that in check when Yuri and Faith become frail as well.  I loved him dearly and I can only hope that he is in a better place, young and beautiful again, chasing The Squirrel and finding the very best Ol’ Roys.

Much love, Ozzie.  Rest now and we’ll see you again.

Jaina & Faith

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