Archive for October, 2011

October 31, 2011

boring post

It seems that the blog has been a bit boring lately. The thing is…life has been relatively boring. The camera has been collecting dust. There hasn’t been much to say. But I don’t like seeing all those cobwebs up in the corners of this blog, so for the sake of blogging about something, anything, I present to you…my pitiful pup….

sad, right?!

It all started with an attempted attack on a passerby last Sunday.

Ok. He didn’t actually try to attack anyone. I mean, he wanted to. I think. Because he’s tough like that. But no, no attacks from this dog. Just some running. And barking. Ok, so I guess it does sort of sound like an attempted attack, but really it was just tough guy bravado. I think. Anyways. Running. Barking. A little sister jumping on his back. I know, random. But that is what she does.

And then he was a three-legged dog. Just like that. No crying. No wimpering. Simply, he suddenly stopped using the leg. I felt it and heard a slight snap. I though he must have dislocated it. I thought he would baby it for a bit, then be fine.

I thought wrong. By bedtime he was still rocking the three legs.

So on Monday I have the hubster bring him to the vets. Obviously, because I am a medical doctor and all, I prepared hubby for what would happen: Don’t worry, it will take two seconds. He’ll feel his leg, and then POP! He’ll pop his knee back in place and voila! All will be well in the world.

He called me after the visit.

Hello?
Hey, I’m back with Koda.
How did it go? Did they pop the knee back in?
No, he is scheduled for surgery on Friday morning.
Seriously, they just popped the knee back in right? I was so right. You can just call me Dr. Wife for now on if you would like.
You’re not listening to me, he has surgery on Friday.
Whaaaa?

So he had surgery on Friday morning. Apparently he tore a tendon. Apparently this is slightly normal. Apparently, I suck at making doggy diagnoses.

This was post surgery on the way home.

While he was under the knife, we had some cosmetic surgery done on him as well. He got a little eyebrow lift.

I’m joking, I’m joking. We had them remove a cyst that has been growing over his eye. Now he looks like he is ready for Halloween, huh?!

Yesterday we removed the bandages….and relegated him to cone-of-shame status 😦

And there you have it.

I know….you envy my life. It’s ok, most people do. It’s not easy being this exciting.

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October 22, 2011

Skelepug

You had to know it was coming…

October 10, 2011

this is why

This is why you do not see more pictures of our Stinkerbell on this blog. Not only is she deaf, I think she may suffer from a case of ADD, which makes her a poor photographic subject 🙂

She likes to do this…eye contact, but view is obscured

and this…look away…just.look.away.

and we are never without one of these… insert strange face <here>

and then will throw this in for a fraction of a second….here’s my face with semi-eye contact hurry up and snap NOW!

October 8, 2011

the abuse of a pug

I’m a pug abuser, I admit it. I attack her with kisses. I force her to have her nails painted. I *GASP* make her wait for her dinner. But I really tipped the scales of abuse over the summer when I was determined that my pug would be a sports edition pug, like Puglet.

I decided that pugs should be swimmers. Puglet was a swimmer, after all. Geez, even Doodle had an olympic swimming moment! So much to the terror of poor Tinsley, I decided that she, too, should swim. The problem was, well, she really had no swimming abilities. AT ALL. But I still tried. Time after time I made her go into a pool made for dogs. And time after time, she ummmm, welllllllll, she sank.

And then, I had a lightbulb moment. What does a pug with no swimming abilities need?

Duh!

I assure you, Tinsley was absolutely thrilled with this idea.

Ok, maybe thrilled isn’t exactly the right word.

get it off! get it off! get it offffffff!

And then, Tinsley had her very own lightbulb moment. She assessed the situation. The sand. The weird floaty device. THE WATER. Oh sweet jesus, she’s going to try to drown me again. SOMEONE CALL ASPCA NOW!!!!!!!!!!!

And so, before we could get in the water, there was the little matter of actually trying to catch the pug. Round and round daddy we went 🙂

And then the photos just up and stop! What…you didn’t think I was going to actually document the abuse, did you?!

Really…we got so focused on the terror of the pug, we forgot about snapping pictures. It seems, much to my surprise, that life jackets are absolutely no help whatsoever in making a pug want to swim. The waves (on a beach where there are seriously never any waves) certainly did not help the situation. The carelessness of mommy, not paying attention to the waves and letting my sweet mini-pug go RIGHT into a big scary wave? Take my word for it…definitely no help to the situation.

And so, my pug has been deemed a NON-sports edition pug. The life jacket has been hung up. The beach has been forgotten about. My pug will never be on an olympic swimming team.

But look at that face! You can’t tell me she didn’t fall in love with rolling in the sand!

 

October 7, 2011

every now and then

every now and then, I really do still bust the good old canon out…

…but to be totally honest…the original intention was to just get a simple cell phone snap <insert laziness HERE>  But then that super delicious light attacked my heart, and I was forced to actually be a photographer for a moment 😉