Today we lost one of our best buddies. Mango the Relentlessly Huge left us way too soon. He was a real gem. There was no one like him.
Mango looked at the world from a perspective that few other dogs have. He was bigger than everybody. His intellect was bigger than everybody's. And his wit and humor were better than everybody's. We loved him.
Mango, rest in peace, dear friend. We will miss you.
We send our deepest sympathies to his human family and dog brother Dexter at this sad and difficult time. Blogville will never be the same.
I like hangin' out in the shade on the deck with Grandpaw on a lazy summer morning. It doesn't get any better than this, provided Chewy the Cat or Benny or Bonnie Bunny don't come by. That would ruin everything. But I am forever vigilant in my duties as Chief of Security and they wouldn't even think of showing up as long as I'm here. Right? Right.
Oh, there's my next door neighbor, Chewy.
He looks like he's busy today, too.
I don't think he'll be coming over to annoy me. He's got other plans for the day.
But you never know for sure. I'll just have to stay alert.
It's been a while since I last talked to you, but, as you'll see, I've been a busy dog. Let me tell you about it.
A couple weeks ago I got a haircut. And this time, instead of doing it herself, my mom took me to a professional groomer. We went to Petsmart. I guess they never cut a fox terrier before because when I was finished I looked like a poodle, sort of. I had a big puff ball on my head and I wasn't happy. It really wasn't me. Talk about an identity crisis! My ears blended in with the puff ball and I looked like I had a helmet on. Early the next morning my mom took the scissors and cut the puff ball off my head. I didn't even fight her since I wanted that puff ball gone, too. I was very unhappy with that puffball on my head. Now you can see where my ears are and I at least resemble myself again. I'm also grateful that my mom didn't take any pictures. Enuff said.
The other day I had my follow up appointment at the dogtor's. Remember last month he said that I was almost middle age and had an under active thyroid and bladder stones. Yuck to all of that! He put me on a bunch of meds for all that stuff. So, at my follow up appointment they took some more blood and tested it. We got the results back today. My thyroid is now in the OVER active range (see, I'm not middle age yet), I have lots of energy, and the protein level in my peepee is going down, which means the bladder stones are going away. YEA!! So, he adjusted my medication, cutting the thyroid dose in half, and eliminated the antibiotic. But I still have to take the pills for my bladder and go back to see him in a month. I'm hoping by then all the stones are gone and I'm back to "normal", if there is such a thing as "NORMAL" for a wire fox terrier.
One thing I do know for sure about NORMAL for a wire fox terrier is that we definitely do NOT have puff balls on our heads!!
So, friends, now you are caught up on what's been happening here with me in Koobieville. Hope that all of you are doing well and that none of you have stones in your bladder or puff balls on your heads. : )
Last week I got a bath and I was wondering why. What did I do to deserve that? Well, I found out.
The next day I had an appointment at the dogtor's. Seems that I have a few medical issues. It's an age thing, I heard. He said that I'm approaching, gulp, middle age.
Middle age is that time of life when you start to grow again, but instead of growing up, you grow out. That's what's been happening to me. So, I had blood work, urine work, X-Rays, a whole bunch of stuff that goes with reaching, gulp, middle age.
They found that I have an under active thyroid. Humph. I also have bladder stones. HUMPH. So, I have lots of meds to take (thyroid pills and some other stuff to try to dissolve my bladder stones.) The best part of all this is that my mom has to hide the pills in treats so I take them. Heheheh... I have this all figured out.
Being middle age, gulp, may not be so bad after all. I'll let you know.