Hey guys, it’s Melvin. Just a 411 that we got a heat wave happening here, which actually is a 911 for me because I’m
sensitive wearing a fur coat and all. She keeps going outside to sit, or water the green stuff so that it does not become brown stuff. And if she goes, so I must go. Who else is going to protect her out there? So out we go and the heat hits me like when my brakes don’t work and I slam into a wall. Boom, heat in my face. The brick is hot, the shade is hot, and if I lay on that chaise my organs might start baking. Oh, and I have to wear baby sunscreen which goes on super thick and creates yet another layer of hotness. Why do I have to wear that goop? What’s an Al Bye No?
After she says ‘Melvin, go inside’ forty times and I don’t listen (trust me, I WANT to go inside, few things would make me happier than to go inside but I love her more than I love air conditioning so I just pretend that I don’t hear her), she gets the snake sprayer out and squirts me. How hurtful can this woman be? I’d run off but the fence seems to go around the whole yard and the snake can spray past the fence. Stupid fence, I’ll pee on it later. Don’t tell her but I do feel cooler once she’s got me watered down. It’s odd cause I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY don’t like being wet but for some reason being wet on super hot days is almost not the worst thing ever.
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Today is Melvin’s Gotcha day! Four-years-ago, a yeasty, mangy, mess of a dog stole my heart.
I got Melvin for all the right and wrong reasons. The wrong reason was that I was about to lose Max and knew I’d wait too long to bring a new dog into the house if it was delayed to afterwards. The right reason was that I loved Melvin the moment I saw his mug shot. Some things are just meant to be. Balancing a dog that was at the end of his life with a dog that was coming into the joy of being loved and cared for was two full-time jobs. Poetically, as one drifted away, the other reminded me that there was no option but to move forward.
Melvin has taught me to leap into the day and to only look back if you are absolutely certain you forgot a treat behind. He shows me every day how to choose happiness and zoomies over complaining and sitting still. Melvin’s approach to the day reminds me that life is happening right now. Live it.
Four years ago, we both got rescued. I love my boy.
As mentioned last week, we were bestowed the great honor of a Liebster Award!
This award is designed to help up-and-coming bloggers gain recognition. The ‘official’ rules are:
1. Thank the giver(s) and link back to the blogger who gave it to you.
Heartfelt thanks to…
2. Reveal your five picks (with less than 200 readers) and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.
I don’t know readership so if you have 200+ readers, maybe this will give you 100 more! In alphabetical order:
3. Copy and paste the award on your blog.
4. Hope that the people you’ve sent the award to forward it to their five favorite up-and-coming bloggers and keep it going!
Yay for blogs!
For Melvin, ten minutes outside in the heat equals running two, back-to-back marathons. He’s panty and uncomfortable. Problem is, he refuses to be inside if everyone else is outside.
To give him some shade, I put a bed under the table. That bed does not get a ton of use, he either opts for the chaise (full sun) or to lay half in/half out, thus adding to his hotness.
Then, when I get the hose out to spray him down, he runs away. For him, the only thing worse than being hot, is being wet.
When I started the blog, I was not sure anyone would read it. That didn’t really matter to me and I guess to a certain extent it shouldn’t matter. I enjoy writing, it calms me. It gives me perspective. I also love Melvin so I thought if peanut butter and jelly worked out so great, then maybe my love of writing and Melvin would also.
It’s peanut butter jelly time! We got not one, but two Liebster Awards this week! And, in total this was our 3rd! Our 1st came from the oh so wonderful Our Waldo Bungie. The second, came from the super charming Mr. & Mrs. & Nola Kisses and the 3rd (whew, my gratitude is wilding overwhelming as I type this all) came from awesomely delightful The Rufus Way!
I. Am. So. Honored! Thank you! I know I’m supposed to pay the award forward, and I promise to do that in an upcoming post but I just want to say that the biggest reward of all is reading about Turk, Rufus 1, Rufus 2 and Nola. About Chick, Dude, Boogie and Zoe. About Oscar, Mr. B, Miss. M, Brutas, Dixie and Boney. There are so many others (please don’t be offended if your sweetie was not named, know that I love reading about them ALL!) and of course about all the fosters who have come and moved on to their furever.
Meeting your wonderful four-legged family members through the word of their human(s) is one of the highlights of the day. Your words are powerful and lovely, so much so that I feel like I know each one of your babies (and you). Should I ever meet them or you in person, I promise treats all around, for your blogs are such a treat to me. I love our little community.
I’m just the mouthpiece, the real star says ‘did someone say treats’?
When last we left off with Melvin’s health issues, the Neurologist had prescribed two antibiotics to treat any infection that might be present (brain wise) that they were unable to test for. After just two days on the medication, Melvin’s energy level rebounded to his usual exuberant self! I’d missed that part of him so much! He literally went to bed two Thursdays ago tired, beat down and geriatric-like and awoke energetic and bouncy like a 7-year-old lab should be. His energy has remained up the two weeks his been on the meds, both of which finished up last night.
There are two theories. One, and this is my preferred of the two, is that Melvin has a Tick Borne Disease that the medical community just hasn’t identified yet — apparently for as many TBD as they know about, there are hundreds yet to be discovered. So the medications they gave us, which are pretty universally used with all TBD, helped Melvin. The other, less worthy of the theories, is that one of the meds he was on (Doxycycline) could have reduced swelling in/around a possible tumor and/or if the tumor was infected, it could also have helped with that.
I never thought I’d be cheering for Tick Borne Disease! We are hoping that now that he is off the meds we continue to see bouncy, zoomie, spazzy Melvin. He still has mild tremors but that could just be the Chihuahua in him.