The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Psycho-kitty is sick and needs a lot of meds and special handling. She has a feeding tube going directly into her stomach and needs to be syringe-fed every 3 hours. Good news is that she’s feeling a lot better, but it’ll still be like this for the next few weeks. Byron is aware that something’s not right with the spicy nugget, so he’s uber clingy, which I think she kind of likes, even if she’ll never admit it.
…without actually saying it
We’re not exactly sure how, but Bubs managed to rip off a dew claw while on a walk in the Marina. He should be fine, but he’s a bit miserable and not sure about the sock he needs to wear (it’s either a sock or the cone of shame…).
We’ve been wanting to do a tiled table for a while now, for several dog-related reasons. We’re hoping that the tiles and metal railings will prevent him from eating the damn thing, and hopefully help cool him down in the summer heat. We did it with the oldies while they were here over xmas. It almost looks like we knew what we were doing, and I’m super happy with the final result.
My mom is visiting us for a week. The chonk and the cockroach have adopted her.
At first I was sad.
Nice lady gave me a treat.
I am happy now.
Lili, my official not-my-dog for over 6 years, has gone to doggy heaven today. At close to 11, she’d done well for a boxer, but things had been going downhill fast for the last week, and today’s diagnosis of multiple brain tumours was not unexpected, but still a shock.
I’ve been going through my old photos. We had some good times these past years. I’m sad, I imagine that Guillaume is going through much worse…
Picture gallery of not-my-dog and all of the posts tagged not-my-dog
It’s a hard, hard, hard life.
We already know that Byron loves cheese bretzels. It should also be noted that he is a connoisseur of ham croissants, and is well known by all shops selling them in the area. He’s also very vocal and impatient if it doesn’t get in his bellah quickly enough.