Showing posts from August, 2015

Black and White Sunday

Today I'm joining in with Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever for their Black and White Sunday blog hop.

Sepia Saturday

Today I'm joining in with Ruckus the Eskie and Earl from Earl's World for their Sepia Saturday blog hop!

Staying With Dad

Since my Mom and Dad first brought me home with them from Massachusetts two+ years ago, I've been living with my Mom in Pa.

Of course, we DO spend a lot of time in NJ as well...but when it came down to 'home' for me that was always with Mom in PA. 'home' is going to be at my Dad's in NJ.
Which means my blog posts may be even more sporadic then they already are, since Mom is my blog assistant. 
Don't get the wrong idea, this isn't bad news! Just...different. 
Even if I won't be posting, I'm going to do my best to make sure Dad sends Mom a text daily to make sure she's staying up to date with that on her day's off from work when she comes for visits she is all up to date with the going-ons! 

Nearly healed up

Yup, it's true! That big nasty puncture wound is almost all healed up...which is a very good thing. 

What's NOT a very good thing, is that on Tuesday Mom took me over to see Aggie.
Aggie, the torturer groomer. 

Mom was a little worried and on Monday was debating on canceling my appointment and remaking it for the following week - but she spoke with Aggie who promised to be VERY careful...and she was!
Mom is very glad that she decided to not reschedule...something about me starting to smell kind of ripe. BOL 

Much better!

It'll be a week tomorrow since I got bit by another dog and wound up at the vet's in a cone. 
Mom has been super lax on paying attention to this blog, because life was also happening at the same time. 
Well, since that event I am doing much, much better...I am pretty much back to myself!

As you might recall, Mom was worried about me not going number 2 when it came to potty. Well, on Wednesday in the morning she called the vet's office to make me an appointment just in case. 
When she got back to Chris' house that afternoon I was still looking and feeling pretty sorry...and Mom's worry increased. Not expecting anything, she took me outside.

And I pooped. 
And after pooping I TOOK OFF racing around the yard like a puppy having zoomies!
I looked back at mom and her jaw was practically hanging on the ground, and my dad's mom was laughing so hard tears were leaking. 
Guess all I really needed was a good poop!
Ever since then I have been steadily acting more and more …

Doing alright

After Tuesday's events I am doing alright.

There has been no swelling in my leg, which is really good. Mom is watching me like a hawk, and being very careful about keeping the injured areas, especially the deeper one, clean. 
We came back to NJ and Dad's house yesterday. We returned for a few reasons, one of which is that my uncle Steve is currently working from home and will keep an eye on me while Mom works. 
I'm doing alright...but I am most definitely not myself. It's hard to be yourself when things hurt, though.
The good news is, is that they won't hurt forever...and I'm sure that in a few days or so I'll be feeling just fine again.

But for now...I'm just going to sit here and not move too much, ok?
((Wes' Mom: I really do hate seeing my little dog the way he is right now. When I came home from work yesterday (early, because all I was doing was worrying myself sick about him) and went down to my room he was on my bed. He was feeling so bad he d…

A no-good day

(((WARNING: This post contains a few wound photos that some may consider graphic. I will put warning before the actual photo, as well as a safe notation if you prefer not to see them. Really, they aren't too-too bad...but just in case.)) doesn't get much more no-good then being attacked by a bigger dog and then having to go to the vet's, does it?
That's just what happened to me today.
This other dog got it's teeth into my rear end area. When we got separated I got a check over and Mom found one puncture on my rear right leg.

She called my doggy doctor, and off we went to be safe.
It was a busy day there and we spent some time in the waiting room, so Mom tried to cheer my up by taking a selfie or two with me.

However it wasn't long enough until we were called back into the torture chamber exam room and I was put up on the table.

Mom showed the puncture mark and the vet tech shaved me down around the area...and then found three more marks by the base of my…

A treat for me? Cool!

A Frosty Paws, for me?

Well, don't mind if I do!

Thank you Mom, it's good!

((Wes' Mom: Lack of posts due to a whole lot of absolutely nothing going on in life at the moment. Booooring!))