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2/14/14 Valentime’s Day and 2/15/14, The Pet-icure

Two blogs for the price of one today since my computer is still acting up:

2/14/14 Valentime’s Day

We celebrated Valentime’s Day.  Mom got her exact replica scarf of the one I chewed a hole in last week  She was very, very, happy.  I glanced up at the table and saw the scarf in her hand, and gave her a knowing Pitbull smile, but she picked it up far over my head and said, “No way!” I think she is on to me.

I got a Dingo rawhide bone (with meat in the middle!) and a whole can of Pedigree Chicken & Rice with some dry food mixed in.  I was a fat and happy girl!

It was when I was prancing around for a (further) treat that Mom noticed something wrong with my paws.  I had cracked one nail badly and the other was about taken off.  Mom immediately called Dr. W.’s office and scheduled me in for the next morning.  Which brings us to 2/15/15, The Pet-icure.

I had never had a pet-icure before.  Usually, my nails are short from running around outside and taking long walks.  However, with the snow piled up and 3 to 6 more inches expected tomorrow throughout the day, my time of running around outside is nil.

Mom figures I broke the nails during one of my Hairy Bullet escapades, running through the house, sliding across the kitchen floor and BAM! Into a cabinet or wall.

Mom put on her coat and I started my usual hide under the table skulk.  I was so surprised when she called me out to Zeus with her!  I was happy; I like the little car.  We took the quick trip to Dr. W.’s and, as usual, I was overwhelmed and overjoyed at the variety of smells and the niceness of the humans who work there.  They are always happy to see me!

A nice young lady took my lead off and put a nylon halter over my head.  Mom waited in the People Room, and the nice lady said, “Don’t worry, Mom’s right outside.”  They put me on a big scale/table thing and one person watched my head while the other person clipped my nails.  She was very careful on the 4th and 5th digits (as she called them) because that’s where the breakage was.  She put a little medicine on for pain (I didn’t have any) because part of the quick is showing on one of the cracked ones, but unless I start hurting or swelling, I will be fine.

I was out of there in 15 minutes, with everyone praising me and telling me I was a good girl.

Mom took me home, let me out, and gave me a hug and a treat.  The pet-icure was not bad at all!

I hope everyone had a very Happy Valentime’s Day, and that all you humans got wet food and a Dingo treat, too!


Love, Maggie

6/29/13 Visit With Dr. W.

My behavior has gotten erratic lately and I’ve been scratching a lot.  Mom knows I don’t have fleas, so she gave me a grooming and a close inspection, and announced it was time for an emergency visit to Dr. W.  Dr. W. is the Vet who used to come to the house and take care of the Greyhounds.  He’s a very nice doctor who works out of the animal hospital near our house.  Mom made up her mind last night and had me in by this morning.

I was all excited to take a ride in the car!  I haven’t been out in the car for a while.  When we got to the facility I was impressed by how clean it was and how good it smelled.  Even though I could detect the dogs and cats and other animals that have been there, it didn’t have that “hospital” smell.  The waiting room was large enough and bright and airy.  I was perky and interested in everything that was going on around me, and a nice gentleman gave me a pat on the head when he came in to get medicine for his dog. 

When it was my turn to see Dr. W., it was like a reunion between him and Mom.  He asked her how many dogs she had this time and she laughed and said, “Only one, we are not doing multiples!”  Mom lifted me onto the table which was also a scale and Dr. W. said I weighed 49 pounds, and that my weight was perfect.  I was 36 pounds when I was adopted and very skinny.  But Doctor said I am suffering from a bacterial infection and allergies, and he examined me very thoroughly as well for everything else, including mange.  He does not think I have mange.  Thank goodness. 

Mom was quite relieved and told Dr. W. that this explained a lot, because my behavior has been odd for the past couple of days, and she thought it might be because I was uncomfortable due to some problem.  She told Dr. W. that I was biting my leg and chasing my tail a lot too, and that she was worried about these new behaviors.  Dr. W. agreed, and prescribed some medications for me that Mom mixed with some yummy canned food.

I have to admit, I am feeling less itchy and wired and jumpy already.  Mom washed my soft blanket and I’m going to go for a nap in a minute.  I’m feeling very mellow.  I’m very glad I have nice humans who care about me.  Jamie helped a lot at the Vet visit, holding the lead and petting me the whole time.  It was great to meet Dr. W. today.  He’s a good doctor and has a great way with humans and animals. 

Love, Maggie