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Saturday, July 27, 2013

Outside Dog Goes to the Vet

I visited our friend a few days ago. He was as lovable...



and playful as ever

He's two years old and has never been to a vet. We asked his family a while back if we could take him. They said okay. We made an appointment, but when the time came we weren't sure if they'd actually let us. Would you let some strangers take your dog and hope they brought him back? But we should have known they would. Anyone who keeps their dog in the yard day in and day out obviously doesn't care about him.

His appointment was yesterday. Two of us went because we weren't sure how he'd react to the car ride.  We knocked on the door and asked if we could take him to the vet. The girl who answered said she'd ask her brother since it's his dog. She left, came back a few seconds later and said okay.  Getting him in the SUV was quite a feat. He wouldn't jump in.  I was scared to pick him up, thinking he'd bite out of fear. Sandy lured him with salami through the other door, I picked up his rear end, and in he went.

But he was terrified. 

We planned to take him to a self-service dog wash for a bath before his appointment. But the car ride changed our minds. It was obvious he'd never been in a car. His eyes got HUGE. He huddled in the corner and panted like crazy.  We decided a bath and vet appointment would be too much for one day, so we went to the park instead. Watching him there was like seeing a hearing-impaired child get cochlear implants and hear his mother's voice for the first time.  It was like he had a big thought bubble over his head…"So THIS is what I've been missing!"" He was so excited, barking at the ducks and trying to get in the lake for a swim.  Can you imagine? He's about 2 years old and all he's seen is his backyard.

He really wanted to get in

We got in the car again (he jumped in on his own this time) and drove to the vet's office.  We had some time, so we all sat on the grass. He loved having all of his favorite ladies doting on him.

Gah!! His smile, I love it.

When he walked into the office he was afraid of the tile floor. He flattened his body to the ground and army crawled. He trusted us so much, though, that he went wherever we led him. 

Sandy and I didn't want to go in the treatment room because we didn't want him to associate us with shots and what-not. Instead, (lucky us) we got to witness a girl -- who 20 minutes earlier we'd seen carrying a dog into the office, with his little head poking out of a blanket and very much alive -- rush from a treatment room sobbing hysterically. Without her dog. I couldn't bear that she didn't have anyone to hold her after obviously having her dog put to sleep. I wanted to hug her, but she rushed out the door and into her car, where we could see her crying for 10 minutes before she finally drove off. And of course by then I was crying. Oh my gosh, I could NOT work in a vet's office if I had to see that every day.  

"Well, hello there handsome!"

Sandy and I listened through the door, smiling like proud parents when Donna and the vet repeatedly said, "GOOD BOY!!!" every time he tolerated a shot or blood draw or poke in the rear. He did sooooo well... 

...even when held down by two people for a nail trim!

When the worst of it was over, Sandy and I came in to check on our boy.

The good news? Heartworm negative. Fecal testnegative. Ears looked dirty but otherwise normal. He does have fleas, so we got flea meds and heartworm preventative. 

This is the cutest picture of him. He was in love with the vet.

We stopped to say hi to the kitties to see how he'd react. One kitten hissed at him (still hissing in this picture) and he jumped back. He's a big baby. I think he'd be cat friendly.

"Will you be my friend?"

He was so proud when we left. I swear he trotted out of there, like, "Oh yeah, piece of cake." 

The car ride was still a little iffy.  He lost his balance during turns and didn't like that.  It was awful taking him back after being with him for a few hours and seeing more of his cute personality. We put him in the yard, and he tried so hard to get back out the gate to go with us. We filled his water bowl and kissed him goodbye. "We'll be back, we promise." 

Next step? Neuter. Not sure how we're going to pull this off…

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Why Have a Dog?

Outside dog
craves affection but gets not even a pat on the head
wants to crawl in a lap
but no one to sit and form one
no one to throw a ball, a bone, a treat 

Outside dog
sits, sleeps, suffers in blazing sun, heat, 
freezing rain, snow
nothing to do but watch as silence moves through the yard
no one to care, no one to love

While people inside live
 interact, touch, talk, laugh

He sits 
and wonders...
why do you have me
 only to leave me

by Lynne Moeller

I wrote this about a dog in a nearby neighborhood.  A friend of a friend lived on his street and saw that he was outside at all hours of the night and in extreme weather. She befriended him, brought him treats, and knocked on the door of his people. They're Middle Eastern and consider dogs to be filthy and from the devil. But someone gave their young, Americanized daughter a puppy and she doesn't want to get rid of him. So their clash of cultures holds him hostage. And even though the girl wants him, she doesn't touch him or play with him.

So we do.

A few of us stop by and give him treats and water. His people tell us a water spigot drips into a bowl around the side of the house, but when we bring water he laps it up and wants more. According to Animal Control, because he has food, shelter and water, no laws are being broken.

Yesterday it was 115 with the heat index. He sits under the deck, which we can see from the street.
When he sees us he knows we're there to love him and comes to the gate with a friendly wiggle. His people know we're in their yard and don't care. He climbs in our laps, climbs on our heads, and tries desperately to keep us from leaving. 

We can take him for walks if we knock on the door and ask. 

Yesterday I brought him water and a big bone. At first he didn't want the bone, he only wanted affection. But when I left he finally laid down and happily chewed on his treat. 

A big brown spot on his face (see picture) looks like somebody threw coffee or spit chewing tobacco on him. It wasn't there before. He was also limping this time. I wish I could take him to the vet.

He is so sweet and friendly.

I love him, and I hate that his people don't.


The look on his face when we leave is absolutely heartbreaking.

"Goodbye friends. Come back soon."

Monday, July 8, 2013

Family Trip to Lake / Fourth of July

We took our first trip to Lake of the Ozarks with baby Will

Stella waiting impatiently to leave.
The girls know when their beds come out that they get to go with us.

 Will had a great time...

...sleeping in his mom's arms

And his dad's arms!

Wake up, Will
So sweet
He woke up for his first dip in the lake

Stella and KC loved the boat and wave runners

Jason and KC
Stella and her daddy

My doggie suitcase

KC and me
We thought Stella would hate the wave runner, but she loved it. As long as she didn't have to get wet.
KC swam as fast as she could to whoever was on the wave runner. She wanted on!
Jason (left) and two co-workers
Beer shooters?
Took the boat to Paradise for lunch
On the 4th of July, I looked forward to darkness...

And fireworks...

KC, not so much. This is where she sat when she heard them.

Will chillin' with his Grandpa
and modeling the funny mustache pacifier I got him :)

We all had a wonderful, relaxing time and can't wait to do it again.

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