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May 29, 2009

I am hungry...

And bored.

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Posted by Cassandra at May 29, 2009 04:01 PM

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I've been meaning to ask you how the little Snausage fellow is getting on... If as it appears in the photo, hail and hearty?

Posted by: The-Manchurian-bubba_hun at May 29, 2009 04:30 PM

That's not Sausage, though I chose the photo b/c it looks a lot like him :)

Oddly, he is doing very well right now. He has the heart of a little lion. He is still way too skinny - his ribs and backbone stick way out and when I pick him up, there is nothing to him at all. But he doesn't seem to be in pain most days and he hasn't had a bad relapse of whatever causes his hind legs to become paralyzed.

I am just loving him a lot right now. As long as he is comfortable, we will keep slogging away. Thank you for asking.

He is my little deployment buddy. I don't think anyone on earth ever loves you as unconditionally as a dog. He even loves me when I'm sad or crabby.

Posted by: Cassandra at May 29, 2009 04:39 PM

re: "Snausage".

That made me laugh. I have a million nicknames for him, but Snausages is one.

Posted by: Cassandra at May 29, 2009 04:41 PM

Obviously you've not left enough steak and cheese out for the little guy to *aquire*.....
Did you ever try the avocados?

Posted by: DL Sly at May 29, 2009 04:52 PM

I bought him an avocado :) It is almost as big as he is!

I was just waiting for it to ripen, but he is going to get it in his food bowl tonight.

Posted by: Cassandra at May 29, 2009 05:01 PM

Also, he loves cheese. He gets a piece of lunchmeet and some cheese every day when I make the spousal sandwich.

Posted by: Cassandra at May 29, 2009 05:02 PM

Aww. I have been thinking about him. He really is doing better? Good.

Posted by: Cricket at May 29, 2009 06:44 PM

"As long as he is comfortable, we will keep slogging away."
What else can you do? I am glad to hear he's doing... comfortably at least, knowing how much the little guy means.

Walkin' Boss has a 17 year old cat (adopted as a stray kitten that sleeps in the garage and prowls the great outdoors for game/sport) with feline leukemia. We have paid the vet who knows what to keep that cat alive for about 15 years now...

The neighbor behind us adopts at risk horses. Periodically I'll hobble down to the neighbor's pasture with Walkin' Boss to attend to an old (30 some odd years IIRC) mare with bone cancer and a barely mended broken leg. That old mare seems to be mighty grateful for the attention, carrots and hands on we give her.

Being a might long in the tooth and a bit gimped up myself, I certainly can appreciate the sentiment of not being hasty to put down an old, busted up creature. =8^}
*he says thinking of the prospects of nationalized health care and wondering what exactly is in Soylent Green?*

Posted by: The-Manchurian-bubba_hun at May 29, 2009 06:46 PM

Trying to finish up that cookbook and I hate everyone who sent a delicious recipe for making me so gosh darned HUNGRY!

Posted by: Cassandra at May 29, 2009 06:58 PM

Plus, my dog is sleeping on my foot. How rude :p

Posted by: Cassandra at May 29, 2009 06:59 PM

I love the photo. I was brought up by two long-haired dachshunds, acquired in Berlin, and more recently the love of my life was a black-and-tan short-haired one named Penelope. She died just before we left Maine. I think of her every day. I used to sing to her (doesn't everyone). Still do, sometimes.

Posted by: Jules Bernard at May 29, 2009 08:25 PM

I like my kitties. They are sweet-natured, for predators with claws and fangs. What I really long for is a goggy. A long haired pooch of the spitz variety. Since Georgia's climate is not kind to long-haired canines, I will wait until we get to someplace either cooler in the summer or cold/snowy in the winter.

I also like birds. Especially songbirds. The other day, I was sitting perfectly still on the front porch..and this bold bird helped him/herself to the dry cat food. All the cats were sleeping nearby and couldn't be bothered.

He/she goes off to the nest...and five minutes later, two more birds of the same variety show up, and help themselves to dry cat food. Several times. Cats are still sleeping. I couldn't help but think of Smaug and Bilbo...

heh.

Of course she loves the attention, but she also likes it because she trusts you.

Posted by: Cricket at May 29, 2009 08:30 PM

Perhaps wrapping the tennis ball in cheese and bologna, and then tossing it, might solve both problems.

Posted by: Allen at May 29, 2009 09:24 PM

I'm betting that the ball winds up eating the "dog" in th next shot.
Which results in more ball for me!

Posted by: fenway - the best dog ever at May 29, 2009 09:28 PM

Take it from someone who sounds like
THE DOGC WHeesperel
: "Who wouldn't love such a face"

Posted by: Boquisucio at May 30, 2009 11:49 AM

Our 6 year old red short-haired dachshund, Scarlett, died at the U of GA small animal hospital a couple of weeks back. She lost her mobility and muscle mass gradually over 5 months, with her rear legs going in the last days. She was being treated repeatedly those months for an infection with double antibiotics, as well as for a possible back injury with steroid, pain med, and muscle relaxant. No cause was found, but the illness was thought to be autoimmune, a rare bacterial infection, or a lymphoma. You can spend several thousand dollars in a hurry, put your dog through a lot of strangeness and stress, and still not know what was hurting them. When it was over, looking back, I was glad, at least, for the meds that kept her comfortable. Scarlett, when off her usual dry food diet, would still take her pills hidden in cheese or, her favorite, liverwurst. Her dry dog food was replaced by shredded boiled chicken and broth her last few days. It's a pretty helpless feeling when they can't tell you what hurts.

My son named his rifle "Scarlett" in basic training at Fort Benning, because it was a cold-hearted, flaming-haired man-killer. Our Scarlett was a pretty ferocious defender of her territory, too.

I hope they find the cause of and a cure for your dog's problem. I'm already thinking of getting another little digger, or two. They are lovers.

Posted by: twolaneflash at May 31, 2009 04:03 PM

There is no love like the love of a furry friend for its' person. They trust you with their life and welfare and all they ask for is your love in return.

Such a bargain you cannot turn down. Sometimes, they cross the bridge and it breaks our hearts, but know that you will see them again...waiting for you when you cross the bridge.

I have given two back to God, and he has let me hang on to one for a while. I am a lucky man to have been granted such a privilege.

KP

Posted by: Kbob in Katy at May 31, 2009 09:50 PM

I've wondered how he was doing. It seems to be the year for doggy declines - my Harley will be 16 on her next birthday, if she makes it. I don't think she will. She sleeps most of the time, we keep the front door open all the time (if not, she pees in front of it and then looks at us as if to say, "What do you expect? I'm old!"), is blind in one eye (cataract), and mostly deaf. Like Sausage, she's thin. In the past week, she's eaten maybe 10% of what she used to scarf down on a daily basis. Last night, she hadn't touched the meal I'd left for her in the morning. She stopped eating dry food 6 months ago so I've been cooking for her - combos of ground meat, rice, cheese, etc. Now, she's not even eating that unless I spoon feed her. She will eat baby food (which has greatly changed in the last 25 years - beef spinach medley is a hit, chicken mango risotto not so much).

Her vet says that her teeth are fine and she's not in pain. She's just slowing down. If I thought she was hurting, I'd decide differently. I got her when she was just 12 weeks old. I'll really miss her when she goes.

Posted by: Deb at June 3, 2009 03:24 PM

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