Soooooo…….today’s post was suppose to be about keeping your dog’s paws protected in the winter but as I was writing it everything sounded very familiar.
It was like deja vu so I was like, I feel like I’ve written this before.
So I went back and did a search and wouldn’t you know…..I already wrote that article 1 1/2 years ago.
I’m not gonna rewrite it because there isn’t anything I would change about so instead I will link to it here just in case you want to check it out.
Since I’m already working on a zillion other posts that are half written that I really don’t feel like finishing right now, all I have for you today is this picture that I took of Leroy outside yesterday.
His slobber makes it look like he has an extended smile which makes me smile
Has that ever happened to you before? Not the extended slobber smile, that would be weird, but the writing a post you’ve already written before thing?
Are you ever out with your dog and all of a sudden you notice that they’re sensing something?
Leroy does this all the time.
Like the other day when we were out for a walk and all of a sudden he got a little taller, his ears perked up, tail went up, chest puffed out and he started to whine.
My radar immediately went up and I gripped his leash a little tighter.
I surveyed my surroundings and saw nothing.
Nothing at all.
Something is in the woods and it’s going to run out and attack us at any moment isn’t it?
Please, please, please don’t let it be the creature I heard howling in the middle of the night last night because whatever that was did not sound friendly.
Actually, it sounded quite angry and zombie-like.
The other night I was pulling into the driveway and I hit the garage.
With my car.
Slammed right into it.
I’m not sure if my brakes just decided not to work at that exact moment in time or if I slid on the ice.
Either way I ran into the garage.
For Christmas this year I bought Sherman and Leroy a dog puzzle.
I’ve been wanting to get them a dog puzzle for quite some time to work their brains.
All the cool dogs are doing it and it’s not like we’re out prancing around on the frozen tundra like we were last year.
So we might as well work our brains before they turn into permanent puddles.
Enter in the Tornado.
It’s a dog puzzle by Nina Ottosson.
It’s probably not the one I should of picked to start the boys out with since it’s a “hard skill level” but the super easy ones seemed like they wouldn’t be Newf friendly and in my mind I want my dogs to be the smartest dogs on the planet so I took my chances.
The idea behind the Dog Tornado is for the dog to dislodge the removable bones, then turn the revolving sections in order to receive the hidden treats. You can put treats in one, several or all of compartments, depending upon the dog’s experience and enthusiasm for the game. The Tornado has many variables to increase the level of difficulty as the dog’s skill increases. The bones have a small hole to allow the scent of the treat to pass through and encourage him to use and develop his extraordinary sense of smell.
The instructions say to introduce the dog to the Tornado slowly so we opened the box on Christmas and we left it in the middle of the floor but the dogs and the kids kept tripping over it so I moved it under the desk where it sat until yesterday.
Yesterday Leroy had a recheck appointment with his vet.
4 months to the exact day that I took him in and his condition was labeled as “grave”.
I wrote last week that I thought I saw significant improvement in Leroy over the last month and many of you have said that he seems to look a lot better in his pictures.
Well I’m very happy to say that you and I were both correct.
After his visit yesterday it appears that Leroy is definitely on the rebound.
Even the vet said he’s starting to look like a Newfoundland again.
His albumin and protein levels are in the normal range. They are low normal but that’s still normal BABY!
Despite being on 4 months of steroids, his liver and kidneys are good.
And the kicker………
Craptography is not a term that means the photographing of poop. It is an actual slang term that refers to bad photography which means that I am a craptographer.
I sometimes take crappy pictures.
I always take crappy pictures but I choose to only show you the pictures that are not totally crappy.
Lets’ just say for every one decent picture that you see here or on Facebook and Instagram, there is at least 20 crappy pictures that came before that or after that decent picture that I posted.
Today I’m participating in the 5th Annual Pet Blogger Challenge hosted by the fab Amy from Go Pet Friendly! For those who are not familiar with this challenge this is a chance for pet bloggers to look back over the last year and see how far they have come and to spend some time thinking about where they want to go in the new year. This is always a post I look forward to doing so let’s get straight to it! Here’s my post from last year–>2014
1. How long have you been blogging? Please tell us why you started blogging, and, for anyone stopping by for the first time, give us a quick description of what your blog is about.
- I’ve been blogging for 5 years! This year I’m super happy to hit that milestone! We’ve had our blogging ups and downs and I’ve wanted to throw in the towel more than once but we’re still here! I think the title of the blog explains what my blog is about? I hope?
2. Tell us one thing that you accomplished on your blog during 2014 that made you proud.
- I set my goal pretty realistic last year and that was to keep the blog going. I struggled greatly in 2013 and the first half of 2014 with this blog but I found my groove again late in the year which is thanks to the awesome community that we have here. After Leroy’s Fund I owe it to you, myself and Sherman and Leroy to keep this blog alive.
Today I wanted to give a brief update on Leroy.
This month will be 1 year since his surgery and the beginning of the slow decline of his health.
It’s been a long year.
What was inevitable surgery that we managed to avoid for several years almost ended with his death, but luckily Leroy is a fighter and he fought to stay.
His recovery has been anything but easy.
It took almost nine months and Leroy to be near death for us to get an accurate diagnosis of why he wasn’t fully recovering.
It was misdiagnosis after misdiagnosis.
It was awful to watch him deteriorate and it’s still hard for me look at pictures of what he was and what he is now without my heart hurting.
I never loved Leroy simply because he was gorgeous, I loved the whole package of him but it still hurts to see the damage that has been done to his inner and outer beauty.
Leroy has changed over the last year.
He no longer refuses to come inside. He always wants to come inside. Which is good and bad. I don’t want him spending a long time outside this winter but I also know that Leroy loves the winter. Leroy loves to lay outside and take it all in and he just doesn’t do that anymore.
Leroy’s a moaner. A dog I never heard a peep out of unless he was barking outside or harassing me, now lays down and moans. He moans when you rub his belly and he moans when you rub his ears. I think it’s a sign of how damaged his body is.
Leroy’s a lover. He loves me and that is obvious to me now when it wasn’t so much in the past.
What was once a love/hate relationship between the two of us is now just love. We have significantly bonded over the last several months.
Remember that game Hungry Hungry Hippo?
I use to love that game but I was always afraid that I was going to lose one of my fingers to the green hungry hippo.
I don’t know why.
The green one just always seemed hungrier than the other hippos on my board.
Every time I would go to grab one of the little white balls, because I was totally cheating, the green one would try to eat my finger.
If I was smart I totally would of picked the green hippo as my hippo because he was the hungriest but I always wanted the pink one.
I’m such a girl.
Well the other night Leroy was the hungry hungry green hippo and my husband’s friend was one of the little white balls.
I’ve been writing this blog for a long time.
About 5 years to be exact.
During that time readers have come and gone and some have stayed on for the duration. Thanks for that and the things in this post will be nothing that you probably don’t know about me so we are good.
For the rest of you that have come aboard we should talk before we move into the next year. There’s things that perhaps I haven’t made clear over the last year or three and I don’t want anyone to say that they are here under false pretenses.
I want you here because you want to be here, despite it all.
It’s about to get real people.
1. Sherman and Leroy come from a responsible breeder. It’s crazy but it’s true. I bought them with money and they weren’t cheap. I even signed a contract. According to some people, who live in a delusional world, 500 dogs died because I bought my dogs so in essence I am a dog killer. Huh. Interesting. Bite me delusional people. And by delusional I mean PETA, not our friends in rescue.
2. Sherman and Leroy are/were show dogs. Otherwise known as beauty pageant dogs who don’t really get to live the normal life of a dog. Both boys have finished and are now enjoying retirement. Well, technically, Leroy was suppose to show in the Veteran Class next year but he went and got himself all messed up…so now he’s officially retired. I am such a selfish bitch to put my dogs through such a rough life. Damn me.