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WIN!

November 15, 2008 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

I feel like I have been waiting my whole life to take this photo, and finally today I did.
Bless Mr. Woo for his weird and wonderful ways. I threw no ball. I gave him no instructions. We simply were visiting MacDonald Beach today and Wootie swam out to a little clump of rocks for no reason at all, and then decided to SPROING back to shore.

I like that photo so much I almost don’t want to post anything else!

But I don’t want to upset Tweed’s fans.

Or Piper’s.

And to think I was worried I wouldn’t get anything decent, as I left our walk until kinda late today.

It started out with some blue sky and sun peeping through the clouds.

But it started looking rather ominous before too long.

But this brave soul was not worried, he was just really enjoying his walkies.

It was even warm enough for some light swimming … and posing.

But Piper says no matter how warm it is, it’s never okay for Tweed to beat her to the ball. Because that makes her angry.

This is something Woo thinks about carefully.

He’s been on the other side of that fence.

Piper thinks it would be a good idea if you were to adopt this dog:

from Inland Northwest Rescue in Idaho.

Because she thinks one of her is plenty, and that The Food Lady doesn’t need to adopt her doppelganger.

And speaking of doppelgangers, we have also found my dearly departed Briggs’ stunt double.

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Bailey has more white on him than Briggs did, but they share a remarkable resemblance!

Bailey was adopted (yay!) as a senior (yay!) from a shelter in Colorado. You can read more about him here.

Now everyone has a doppelganger except for Tweed.

I guess he truly is one of a kind. A very strange and kind of annoying one of a kind.

“What?”

Please don’t be concerned, but Nutz is going to hunt you down, and then kill you.

Just for fun.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: big air, briggs, dog beach, Donut, mad teeth, Mr. Woo, Piper, Tweed

WANT

April 24, 2008 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

Want! Want want want!!!
Puppy photos by Jenn Norwood

Why?

This is why:

It’s a tiny little Briggs!

CRAZY!!

Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme!!!

Alas, no puppy for me. The timing is truly terrible, as we are fixin’ to move some time in the next 6 months and a 4th dog makes that fairly prohibitive to most potential landlords (like 3 doesn’t!). I love my building and I LOVE my deck, but I need more interior space. And a real bedroom would be nice. But Vancouver peeps – tell us about your dog-friendly buildings in the Lower Mainland and help us with our rental search, or help another Vancouver blog reader with their dog-friendly accommodation search!

I’ll just go back to want want want want wanting!

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: baby pictures, briggs, red dog

Still Life With Eviscerated Stuffie

March 16, 2008 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

I don’t even know what this used to be.

So they can’t all be dogs-in-hats blog entries. This post is a random sampling of several days worth of pictures.

Yesterday we went back to Secret Doggie Heaven for a walk.

… made a new friend called Chase (Piper thought he was very attractive. Then again, so did Tweed)

… ate some dead stuff.

…and Jenn performed for us a little tree-blessing dance peculiar to the native dogs of her municipality

Jeezus! Dusty! Leave poor Wootie alone!

The we came home. Tweed plotted ways he could bite Donut without me noticing. He pretends like he’s not going to do it, but he totally does it. Donut knows it too.

The day before yesterday we went to the beach.

We made some friends there too. Like this little Hussy.
No, for real. That’s her name … Hussy.

And then there was Stella, and her mini-m … err, same-size me.

And then there was the white pittie whom I didn’t get a photo of because she wouldn’t sit for me. And her owner said “I trained her in French, so no one else could give her commands.”

Yeah. Cuz he’s the ONLY person in the world who speaks French. Although I did say “assis” and “coucher” and “even “parlez-vous francais?” to her and she didn’t respond to any of that either, so I guess he did a really good job making sure she didn’t respond to commands…in any language

Jeezus! Dusty! Leave poor Wootie alone!

Woo says even though there are no dogs-in-hats in this entry, it can still be silly:


Recently I was missing my Briggs dog, and I started this thread on a border collie community board I’ve been involved with for many years. It was very cathartic to not be alone in missing a great friend. Please hug your canine companion today, for me, and remember to appreciate him or her.

I also started a Flickr group for Immortal Dogs; those special dogs we have loved and lost. Feel free to join and add photos of your immortal dog.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: boston terrier, briggs, dog beach, french bulldog, Jenn and Luna, Mr. Woo, Piper, red dog, Tweed

Happy Birthday Briggs

January 29, 2008 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

Today my bestest boy would have been 11 years old.

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I don’t know where you are now buddy, but I hope you’re having a good time. We all miss you here at home.

View slideshow

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: birthday, briggs, red dog

The Little Border Collie That Could

January 12, 2008 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

couldn’t anymore.
RIP Red Dog, known to his closest friends as Briggs.

January 29th 1997 to January 12th 2008.

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”

I was blessed to know him, and honoured to have him as a companion, and will miss him every day for the rest of my life.

May you all have a friend as honest as Briggs. Thank you for everything.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: briggs, loss, red dog

Good Days, Bad Days

January 10, 2008 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

I don’t want to turn this blog into a diary. I myself can’t stand people’s diary-blogs, because unless the author is a very interesting and gifted writer, they mostly are full of externalized garbage that should have stayed firmly internalized. I am neither gifted nor all that interesting. But there are so many of you pulling for the Big Red Dog and this is the best way to keep you all updated. Plus, I need to put it somewhere. I’m sorry for giving it to all of you.

I promise, one of these days I will have the energy and spirit to take happy photos again.

Red Dog has developed some new complications. When I went to pick up the Three Buttheads from Cookie Uncle’s yesterday, I brought RD along for the ride and noticed he was frantically licking his leg where the catheter had been inserted. Upon closer inspection (and a shave of the leg) on Cookie Uncle’s living room floor, I realized there was something seriously wrong with his elbow. He had developed a very nasty decubitus ulcer, or what you may be familiar with as a “bed sore.” I don’t know about you, but I thought those were reserved for bed ridden old people.

Well, RD is a bed ridden old people. Four days of laying inert with fluid building up in his arthritic elbow caused an abscess which burst under all that licking. It is really rather disgusting and it smells bad as well. The tissue over his elbow has necrotized altogether.

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Bed sores are serious business and don’t like to heal too much. I’m ticked off that no one noticed it before this – including myself, since I am with him all the time, but I feel like one of the many veterinary professionals who have seen him about a thousand times since he got sick might have noticed this! OTOH, they were all pretty concerned with his pancreas and not his elbows, understandably. Also, he is a very hairy dog. His elbows are usually covered in the stuff.

The big black spot is necrotized (dead) tissue where the abscess began. The lesions to the left of it are where the abscess blew out. Gross huh? Just be thankful it’s not scratch and sniff. Seriously.

We went back to the vet clinic today to have this thing flushed and to start him on yet another arsenal of drugs to combat this infection – Baytril, Metoclopramide, Torbugesic, Cefazolin, Tramadol, Clavamox … I feel like I’m being assaulted with hard-to-pronounce words on a daily basis.

And the words get worse too. While we were at the vet clinic – today it was Dr. Shaw, since Terry left for vacation after diagnosing RD and yesterday was Dr. Burque’s last day as the locum – the horrible phrase “Cushings Disease” was tossed at me as well. Every new set of medical eyes has something new to tell me about my dog, and Dr. Shaw pointed out the thin skin, thinning hair coat, muscle wasting and bloated abdomen, classic signs of a dog with hyperadrenacortisolism. Cushings Disease is a very common side effect of a dog on long term, high dose steroids, like Prednisone. You know, the drug that gives Red Dog the gift of being able to walk.

Cushings Disease is also a major facilitator of liver and pancreatic issues. The margarine container? Just a red herring. For all intents and purposes, by giving RD prednisone every day for long periods, we made a horrible deal with devil – your dog can walk, lady, but it’ll kill him. I knew that of course, but I never believed it, if you know what I mean. And even when I believed it, I didn’t think it would happen to my dog. And in the rare moments when I chose to acknowledge it would happen to my dog, it always happened a really long time off. Except it’s never a long time off – even when it’s a really long way away, it gets here eventually.

You see this rock? I’m wedged between it and a hard place. He’s off the steroids now, which means in another week or less – assuming he lasts that long – he won’t be mobile. Already he is rocked right back on his hindquarters to take the pressure off his elbows and has to be carried down the stairs again to the truck. On Monday I seriously f*cked up my back lifting him into the car, so it’s getting harder and harder to manage him.

Not one of the good days. It’s a bad day. I started to wonder today if I was doing my dog any favours by trying to keep him alive. Dr. Shaw warned me that though RD appears to be improving, to remember that the pancreatic / digestive enzymes that were released into the abdominal cavity have done a lot of damage to his internal organs and the resultant scarring could make things unpleasant. That’s assuming he doesn’t relapse, and assuming an embolism in his lungs or heart doesn’t kill him first.

After a while you start to feel sort of tapped out in the emotional department. My bank account reached that breaking point a while ago (and that just adds a bigger emotional cargo to the already huge load, you know – like maybe if I could afford to do something else I could fix him). I’m starting to feel claustrophobic in my home as I never leave, unless it’s to take RD to yet another vet appointment. Now I have to keep my eagle eye on him to make sure he doesn’t lie on his bed sore. It’s just one hit after another after another and it, you know, sucks.

Anyway.

It’s not that I’m giving up on my dog, because he sure isn’t giving up on me, or on himself. And doG knows I don’t want him to die. But I’m starting to really wonder how much more he can take, and how much more *I* can take. Eventually I have to leave my house. My other dogs need to get out, as they are going stir crazy as well. Life has to return to some semblance of normal soon. This Limbo place is a shitty place to be and sooner or later, we’re going to have to move on to some place else. I’m just not sure where it’s going to be or how we’re going to get there yet.

But again, I have to thank all of you, friends of Red Dog, for your kind words and prayers and vibes and black magic and everything else you’ve been sending our way. And to my “real life” friends, who let me bounce this sadness and anger off them every time I need to – Fred and Robyn and my sister and especially Mike, who knows exactly where I’m coming from. And Dove and Cheryl, who run a dog walking company and generously offered to take the Three Buttheads out for a good hike tomorrow and tire them out for a bit, and would not take a penny in return.

And Cookie Uncle – well, I wouldn’t have gotten this far without him. All you ladies who failed to bid on him when you had the chance … silly ladies. Cookie Uncle brings me food, because he knows I’m not eating. He comes and walks the other dogs to get them out of my hair, and when we thought RD was going to die, he took the other dogs home with him so I could have some peace. He drove me and RD to Critical Care because he knew I wasn’t in a position to do it myself. And if yesterday had been the day we let RD go, he would have taken us there and been with us through it as well. He’s been a truly great friend.

As for Red Dog … there’s only one person complaining in this house, and that’s me. RD hasn’t murmured a word of protest, even though we keep shaving him and poking him and cramming things down his throat. He’s tough as nails, this dog is.

He’s a border collie.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: briggs, red dog

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