Less gunky, still stinky

Obsessive effort on mommy's part to clean out Bumster's eyes has led to less crusty gunk. Her breath is still toxic though,  so no more nummy chicken and peas&carrot dinners. It's back to Orijen for you. Mommy still loves you, bubby.

Sleeping on a Sunbeam

Bummy has a bit of mucky eye - lots of yellowish mucus - and has a vet visit scheduled for 2 hours from now. Good thing she doesn't know that.
Not knowing the future and being happy (instead of scared about it) is where doggies have one huge up on people.

Summer Days

[Mommy should be more elated about the Korean World Cup football team making it to the 16, but honestly, H. sees it as another day of nail-biting, blood-drying, nerve-wracking frazzle, in which little will be done but refresh screen, as she doesn't have the guts to see them lose. Badly. This is not the spirit of WIN talking here.]


Emily's summer is started, now that Mommy's running after her with the buzzing clippers. Bad Puppy-cuts to follow, soon.

[Emily Contemplating Ice Cube]

H. also picked up 3 bunches of peonies that bloomed marvelously. Emily reenacts Ellen Terry:

[I Actresses]

see?:
[Choosing, G.F. Watts]

ETA: Uncle Shaggy alerts us to this DOGGY DANGER: Peonies.
Luckily, Emily's moment was brief and staged. whew!

More on Poisonous plants for dogs.

Yay! Daddy's coming home!

[Ol' Underbite Em Strikes Again]

Emily's taken to throwing up hairnets (not dense enough to be hairballs), which is getting mildly worrisome. Mommy thinks you shouldn't lick the floor, Bunny.

In happy news, YAY! Daddy's coming home tomorrow!

Tea, chocolate, and theobromine

[Emily sits for toast]

M. seriously disapproves of feeding Emily anything from the table.

H., foolishly, is taken in by that fuzzy face. Ooops.

Last night, we were drowsily digesting Thai food when Emily turned the corner of the kitchen and emerged with her nose stuck in a small paper bag.

DARJEELING BLOSSOM!!! Not tea leaves!!!

Luckily, it was mostly empty and we took the bag away. But she must have eaten a bit of dried tea leaves. Starting at midnight, and on and on all through the night, Emily FRAPPED. At 1am, at 4 am, at 7 am. Crazy dizzy running around and around and around, wanting to play play play!

Then, resume Frapping in the morning. Whew! (a dozen games of fetch down, and H. already needs a nap!)

We followed the vet guidelines, gave her lots of water, and tried to calm her down.

Funny thing was, she was so excited, she'd instantly obey commands that she'd normally balk at, even without treats.

Bad Bacon

As we'd run out of chicken breast for breakfast, H. fried up some Dutch bacon (spek) to mix in with her kibble. (We found that Emily really likes meat grease with her Orijen, but we have to watch it, and only use the stuff without any spices)

Lured out of playing with her Kong, Emily ate a piece of bacon, and 5 minutes later, promptly threw up. Three times.

No more bacon for the dog. BOO.

Then again, Emily's developed a bad habit of jumping on the coffee table and stealing a slurp out of our drinks before we realize what's up. Coffee, Lipton Green Tea Ice, orange juice. WEIRD DOG.

Check up

In an hour, we'll take Emily to the vet to see if she's well on the road to recovery. The signs are good. During the weekend, she,

1) barked at Daddy when H&M got into a little tiff. (I thought it was funny. M. is not so sure about that)
2) barked at random people walking by and the dogs playing in front of our house
3) ate chicken three meals a day, mixed with rice and sometimes cheese.
4) even ate a whole bowl of kibble after that, the little pig.

but,

She still sleeps all day, and isn't allowed (by the vet) more than a 10 minute walk. (H. cheats by taking her out 3-4 times a day, instead).

We're trying not to call her Bumily.

Sick Days (10)

Emily's back from the vet:
- no problem with bloodwork
- slight lowering of temperature (39.5)
- will eat chicken and rice/potato
- sleeps a LOT, and walks shaky.

Recovery will be very slow.
We're going back for a 5th vet visit next Tuesday to see how she's doing. I miss our crazy, barky, bossy doggie.

Sick Days

Emily's been boo since late last Wednesday. She's at the vet's now.

[Feel better soon, bunbun. Mommy misses you.]

7/22 (w): boo-ish
7/23 (th): more boo, listless
7/24 (f): very boo, very listless, not very hungry
(took her to beach)
7/25 (sa): very boo, not hungry, diarrhea,
(took her to Uncle Ernst's)
7/26 (su): very boo, not hungry, ate 1 bowl of chicken, diarrhea, very hot tongue
7/27 (m): very boo, diarrhea, vomit after eating grass, ate+drank almost nothing,
1 doggie-stomach pill
7/28 (t): very boo, vomit after drinking water, ate nothing all day,
Vet: 9pm, 40C temperature, three injections, 1/3 of soft food can, 1 doggie aspirin
7/29 (w): ate nothing, drank little
Vet: 11am, back for observation

Emily was feeling boo since Thursday, so we took her for a walk on the beach on Friday. She was a happy puppy, then.

[Marching Puppy]

It was seriously windy, which is why she wore the blue-t. Also, makes her more forgivable when she goes up to lick unsuspecting people's ankles.

[Brave Pilgrims]

[Wets]

[What d'you expect me to do with this?]

[A face only Mummy could love]

Oh, very funny, Mommy. I have ugly pictures of you, too!

Emily was boo all through the weekend, and still is. Did runny poos every day (and one good one every day, too), and finally threw up this morning after eating grass. She perks up for nice, interesting walks, but is listless in the mornings and won't eat even chicken.

Emergency!

Emily had a serious case of the runs (three times!) -- and we were frantic trying to pop a pill down her throat.

Hiding it in peanut butter finally did the trick.

She must have eaten something yucky on her walk.

Right now, she's back to normal, bouncing off Daddy again.