the_matt79

I figured I would put a little update in here about my dog and other things.

First off this is my dog.



Her name is Shady and she is a Black Lab Chesapeake cross. She is doing much better after her stay with the vet last week. SHe went in Wednesday and we got to bring her home on Saturday. She was a little slow, but she was a thousand times better than when we took her in. She had a case of pancreatits and the way they treat that is by keeping them on IV and off food and water for usually 3 days. This gives the pancreas time to settle down, and for everything to balance itself back out. We also got the good news that she had no liver damage which is possible from something like this, but luckily she is good on that front. She is carrying her back right leg after taking a truck ride with my dad last night, he said she yiped a bit when he helped her into the car but then she was fine. I checked out her leg and she never winced from anything I was doing so I think she might be erring on the side of caution with all of this, and that she will be fine. I think another part of it is that she went a few days without her joint pills that we giver her everyday, because she couldn't eat she couldn't have things like that, so I think once that stuff kicks back in then she will be fine. I am just glad to hear that my dog is healthy as all get out, I have had that dog since my senior year of high school and she is definitely my girl so it is nice to have her back.

Here's my dad's dog.

He's a wirehaired pointing griffon named Ben, short for Benelli which is a type of shotgun. You see he is a bird dog and we got him from a family that raises them and all of the dogs were named after guns or hunting related terms. He's a handful but personality plus.

Last night really made me appreciate living at home, I mean I am doing it to get a good chunk of my student loans paid off and to get a savings account built up as well, which has been going well. Last night the doorbell rang and dad went and answered the door and here was some old fart that started up about our dogs pissing and shitting in his yard. Dad got pissed and maybe hollered a little to soon, but hey what kind of greeting is that. Well dad informed him that his dogs do not shit and piss in his yard, and they don't I have walked the dogs past that house quite a few times and they have yet to poop in his yard, now they might pee on his rock that he has in the yard, but they don't crap. The neighbor told dad that he was going to bring down a pile of horseshit and put it in our yard, dad of course told him to go ahead, as one does. They got into a discussion of the leash law, neighbor thought they had to be on leashes, dad told him it says they just have to be voice controlled, that started more discussion and the guy left our yard and they had a few more words and dad told him to have a nice day. I was impressed that there wasn't more cussing going on other than shit and piss, which isn't really bad at all. Well later the police called and talked to dad and now he will just take them on different routes through the neighborhood.
The thing of it is, is that the neighbor's house is unfenced and he lives in a neighborhood of dogs that run loose. Just up the block from his house there are about three dogs that roam around, down the street from us there are more dogs that roam. Our dogs are in a fenced yard that they cannot get out of, and the only time they roam around is when on walks, and we are aware of where they go the bathroom. So I don't really know how this guy thinks its our dogs specifically that do their business in his yard when it would be quite hard to figure out which dogs specifically did so, unless he watched his yard 24/7.

Oh well I thought it was kind of funny to see dad arguing with an old dude about our dogs biological processes, and it made me appreciate living here.

On a more sad note involving animals, yesterday I saw a baby robin die that I was hoping to help out. I was riding home from work with dad when we saw a baby robin in the road that was just kind of hanging out. I told him I wanted to get it out of the raod before something happened, well we were circling around when two vehicles came down the road the first missed it but the van did not. When we went passed I looked, and I wish I hadn't as the vision haunted me the rest of the night. I knew that the bird died instantly, but I was till quite sad about the whole thing and a tad bit guilty. I couldn't help but think that I should have made dad stop right there and helped it out. I don't know how long the little bird would have survived because it obviously couldn't fly and yet it was out of a nest and all that, but I still wish I could have helped it.

So yeah that was my week in animals right there, not all fun, but some uplifting things here and there.

Oh and last Saturday I went to a wedding and saw a bunch of people I knew who had familied up. I think I might have a biological clock thing going in situations like that, and I don't know what I think about that. Oh well I aint dead yet.