Surgery for Eby

At the end of last week Elvis stopped eating dog food. I took this as a sign that I was started to spoil him a little too much and he was becoming a very picky eater, but that's the last time it crossed my mind until Saturday. Saturday morning he woke shivering. I thought he may be cold and put his jammies on, but he continued to shake. Then I noticed his slanted eyes. I usually take this as a sign of a headache, so I gave him some puppy asprin. When tugged a bit on his whiskers, he yelled at me. LOUD. So, I took a look in his mouth. He had a tooth half missing in the front, all I could see was root, and it was very swollen, red, and puss filled. I started giving him amoxacillan daily until we could get to the vet. On the vet visit, the Dr. wanted to remove the tooth root asap, because infected teeth and gums are a big hazard. He went in this morning at 9am for surgery. I finished up there around 9:15am and headed to work. Around 10am, the vet called and said she was finished... in only an HOUR! And I had just said to myself "poor little Eby is prolly just going under right now..." when the phone rang! So, tooth removed, he is a MUCH happier camper! But the Vet did say no more tug-of-war!

It's a Dog's Life!

I don't know many dogs who get to live they way Elvis does. Yeah, I know a few who get to go every now and then, who like to ride in the car, wind in their faces. But Not like Elvis. He gets to go EVERYWHERE and do everything. Today, for instance, he woke up with me, headed to the car where he got to peep out the window of the truck on the way to work. Then, when we arrives at work I let him get out on his own, no leash, after looking both ways for traffic. He runs to the shrubs we have along the sidewalk and does his business, then to the door where we go inside. He is then greeted by ALL the employees who absolutely adore him. After clocking in, we head to the groomshop. He runs ahead of me and scratches on the door. That's when Melinda, the other groomer, opens the door for him (if she's made it to work before me). He then gets either canned food (lamb and rice preferably) or fresh fried catfish that Melinda usually brings to him daily. After his meal, he settles in his nice, cushy doggy bed for a nap. Of course, the rest of the day usually includes greeting all groom dogs, frequent trips outside, and sometimes he works. His job is offically the "mouser" now, seeing as to how he's already trapped and caught 5 mice in all and hardly ever wets their fur when ge grabs them as not to harm them. I usually either put them in the live mouse trap or take a walk to the field to the left of us and let them go. After work, we head home, head hanging out the window and the wind blowing in his hair. There are other trips also: trips to Norman to the dog park and PetSmart, trips around town, sometimes we visit Nana. He even gets to go IN Blockbuster with me, where the employees there are always excited to see him and usually ask for him by name is he's left at home. He's with me 99.9% of every day. After a long day he likes to sleep in his favorite spot on the bed which is right next to me, under my arm. There are times when he doesn't get to go. If we go out to eat, or go to a movie, he has to stay at home. However, I usually raise the blindes alittle if it's cold, or he'll play outside with the other dogs until I return. He's always mad at me when I leave him, and he puffs up and refuses to give me a goodbye kiss. He knows that I would never leave him for long without bringing something back for him, whether it's left over steak from eating out, or a toy of some kind. I know that the day will come when he will no longer be with me, and it puts my mind at ease to know that he has definatly smelled the world and lived life to the fullest. I'm just glad that I could provide that for him and hope that all dogs get to smell, see, and taste as many things and Elvis has.

Blondes have more fun.

My wildchild, Monroe!

Marley and Moxy

Well, today was the dreaded day. Marley was raring to go this morning...I guess he thought he was going to get to go to work with me today. Once we got to the doc's he figured out that something wasn't right. He was a good boy though, and weighed in at 15.1 lbs. Dr. Brandon at Felines and Friends is wonderful! She takes so much time with the animals to make sure that they are healthy enough to even has surgery, checking blood pressure even, and then he hooks them up to alot of monitoring equiptment that ALOT of the other vets around here don't. She did cut me alittle discount in the price too... I guess because I used to work for her. I had to get onto Roe a couple times because she would smell the operation area and try to bite it! Little weirdo... I got to see Moxy there at the clinic too! She was just a kitten, only 8 weeks old when I first started working for Dr. Brandon and was sooo small. I'm not much of a cat person, but when I left Felines and Friends for grooming it was a little hard to part with her. She use to help me sweep, do laundry, etc. (which all she was really doing was playing with whatever I had in my hand at the time) but I still got alittle attached to the clinic kitten. I remember the first time I saw her again after I left, it must have been a year, she was HUGE! But it's weird, I really do think she remembers me every time I visit the clinic. All I have to do is say her name and there she is, and she LOVES to chat! Isn't it funny how with people, they suppress their emotions, and your never quit sure if they're just as excited to see you as you are them, but with animals, you always know FOR SURE exactly what they're feeling. It's nice to have someone litterally jump up and down to see you because they're so excited.

Marley's getting neutured!

So, Marley has accidentally got Ringo (my mom's Shih-Tzu mix) prego (which the pups are beautiful!) and Roe will be coming into heat soon enough... therefore, since he's not going to breed (Elvis is) I have decided to get him neutured. His appointment has been made for this coming Monday, and I think he knows that the days are drawing closer. This will be his first, and hopefully only, surgery. I believe that he will do well, and I will keep you updated on how he does!