Happy New Year!

Today, NYE is a big day for our family.  It’s my awesomely wonderful dad’s birthday!  It’s my brother and sister-in-love’s 2nd wedding anniversary!  It’s my SIL’s dad’s birthday!  Not to mention that it is the last day of the year (but hardly the last day I will write 2013 as part of the date, that will go well into February).

Wishing you the appropriate amount of looking back and looking forward.  Personally, we prefer to just live in this moment, we wouldn’t want to miss anything!

Happy, happy New Year everyone!!! Be safe!

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I’m not touching you.

Anyone who has a sibling knows the age old ‘I’m not touching you, I’m still not touching you, nope not touching you”  game where you come oh-so-close to touching said sibling but you don’t. Instead, you just annoy the sh*t out of them.

Jake knows this game VERY well…

But then, there are the times Jake does touch Melvin.  Like when he uses him as a stool.

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I declare Melvin, 2013’s winner of the most-tolerant-sibling in our household award!

That’s not how it works Jake.

The boys are both obsessed with furry surfaces so one of the gifts they got for Christmas was a fuzzy, Chewbacca-fur-like mat.  I hate it (it looks like it’s made of rat hair) but the boys LOVE it. Melvin lays on it.  Jake on the other hand will worm his way under it and uses it more as a blanket/tent.  And then, when he wakes up, this happens (notice how Melvin doesn’t even flinch, he’s used to it by now)…

Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is my brother.

They boys have a new ritual.  Melvin gets on the couch and shortly thereafter, Jake assumes his rightful position.

Melvin will lay down and Jake will awkwardly (yet hurriedly) climb over him to get to his spot. photo

Jake will smell Melvin’s parts, as many of them as he can. photo[1]

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Then Jake takes a load off. photo[2]

Melvin will then give a sign that, it’s all good. photo[3] photo[6]


Smushy Face’s update.

The internist appointment went great!  I think one of the goals for me was to see if I had faith in this person so that if he said we’d need to scope, that I would feel confident with him giving Jake anesthesia.  You see, the scoping part, the diagnosis part, the surgical part – those cause far less worry for me then the anesthesia part.  After our last surgery encounter, the plan was for Jake to never be put under again. But the good news is, I loved this dude!

Even before the appointment, while in the waiting room, there was excitement.  Jake pee’d everywhere.  I guess the overload of other dog smells got his juices flowing (pun intended) and he felt the need to mark every surface.  Then, someone from ophthalmology took one look at Jake and called the entire practice out to see him.  They marveled at his eyes and they assumed he was there to seem them.  When they found out that was not the case, they gave us their card.  Apparently they see themselves in Jake’s future.  Also while in the waiting room we told 14 people about Sirius Republic after they all went ga-ga over Jake’s Holiday Monkey collar. At this point we both needed a nap!

Once in the examination room, Jake pee’d one more time, just for good measure.  He does nothing half ass.

In the two days leading up to the appointment, it seemed like Jake might be improving.  Where he was having 20 episodes a day, he’d only had about 10 on Tuesday and Wednesday.  The internist thinks it’s his elongated soft palette and suggested he’ll need scoped.  The plan would be to do a sedated laryngeal exam, then to anesthetize him, do the scope and have the surgical team on stand-by to deal with trimming his soft palette. He could not guarantee it would be smooth sailing with anesthesia but he did assure me they would investigate what was used before and would be prepared for challenges. Since there was some noted improvement, he was willing to wait a few weeks to do the scope. In the meantime he suggested two courses of treatment we could try if the condition does not go away or if it worsens (although if it worsens the scope would likely get moved up).

Two other things it could be (but are less likely) are nasal mites (I gagged) or an idiopathic allergy.  Nasal mites are transmitted between dogs although I’m still not entirely sure how (and it still makes me gag).  Although he does not think it’s the case, he suggested treating both dogs for the mites (a series of Ivermectin shots) and putting Jake on a steroid in the case it’s allergy related. He’s already on allergy medication so I honestly doubt the allergy part but am willing to try it all prior to having to scope.

Two final updates from the appointment.  He said ‘I know it’s not what you are here for but you do know that Jake needs to see an orthopedic specialist for his hind legs and hips, right’?  (Sidenote: The day after I got Jake I made an announcement that he would for sure have wheels one day).  I said I did know we’d eventually see one but did not know he needed it just yet.  The Internist admitted that he was not fully trained in orthopedics but that he’d bet money Jake had a luxating patella and some hip issues.

Jake. Was. Meant. To. Be. Mine.

Lastly, the doctor and I spoke about the joys of owning and rescuing older dogs.  He then shared with me that he was involved in the treatment of one of the Victory dogs and I swear he tear’d up when he spoke of the spectacular transformation the dog made once it went from being caged, to isolation, to rescue and then finally, into a loving home. He saw this dog through to the end.  Uh, yeah, I hugged him real hard. Twice.