I am pretty annoyed with the spca right now. Since when was it okay for a society that purports to save animals and broker them to the public, pass on dogs with permanent disabilities and doesn't disclose them? Basically it would cost me five hundred bucks a month to keep Floppy comfortable. Well that ain't happening.
The spca here had Floppy for two full months. The previous breeding owner went in after he was surrendered voluntarily to visit him. And it was clear within one day when we brought him home that he had problems. I googled it and made the discovery that due to his skin issues and smell and infected ears he had a massive yeast infection. The first loser veterinary clinic was expensive and useless. The second one was amazing.
His issue is inherited and permanent. The vet was pretty angry. She said that when a dog has this genetic inherited issue you absolutely can't let them breed, which of course is exactly what the jerk was doing with him. And the spca was well aware of the yeast...and they did NOT tell us. I am pissed off at that blatant irresponsibility. We are left holding the bag, thank you very much. Fortunately this vet understands and is doing everything she can to minimize his horrible discomfort and the depletion of my pocket book. Not happy about that but very happy with the dog. He is probably the best most fun smart dog I have ever owned....with the exception of his health. (shovel list)
Ewwwwww....my house is really smelling odd. The three prominent odours are Floppy himself, his awful terrible farts and his cooking dog food. He will NOT eat his new tofu based dog food. It seems dogs are also resistant to vegan meals.
He likes carrots so I chopped up three big carrots and mixed it with a couple cups of his dog food and I put that in the steamer and I am steaming them both together. When they both are soft enough I will cool it and mash it and see if he will willingly eat it. And the smell of cooking vegan dog food really sucks.
I promise I will not talk about the dog again. I really get bored and tired of dog talk. The only one that is worse is horse talk. Jeez...what is there interesting to say about freaking horses? Now cat talk is okay because cats are crazy and cross the line constantly and that makes cat talk funny. And do not even bring up pet bird stories. I get visions of fly swatters or hammers when I hear endless bird talk.
I just heard from Cookie, and I see she left a message down below, she will be home after Xmas and I can go visit!!! I can't wait!!! I just love those two people. And I love the way Brian tells such funny jokes and poor Cook gets so annoyed with him. Probably if he was my husband I would be annoyed too but when it is them it is just funny. Don't tell her I said this!!! Hahahaha!!!!
Have I mentioned metformin on here before? It is a very good drug for controlling blood sugar and something else to do with diabetes but I don't remember what. For the vast majority of people it is like a miracle drug. It is made from lilac trees in France or something like that.
Well for another bunch of us it is evil. When I first started it I was in Maui. In Costco doing our just arrived shopping, my stomach started to visibly grow, and grow, and my baggy shirt got tight, and it grew some more. I became scared and ran to find Spod. (I feel like I have already told you guys this). I found him and in a panicked whisper showed him my extremely tight, you could have bounced a ball off of it, stomach. He said that that is what metformin does when you first start taking it. I thought I was going to explode open right there in the store so I waddled out to the car. I figured I would explode in the car....still painful but not so embarrassing.
As the months, then years passed by I turned out to be one of those that continuously had ridiculous side effects. Sudden explosive you know whats, (I would have to dash into the sugar cane when we were driving around, now we call it sugar cane runs). Even the wee visiting grandchildren called it that and knew what it was. And I single handedly am keeping Gravol 100's in business...and none of that ginger crap, straight up knock you out stuff. I have gravol in my wallet and every outdoor pocket and every nook and cranny in the house and both vehicles.
Okay enough of that. I need to go mash carrots and vegan dog food. Fortunately Monte has taken the dog out. When he gets back it is Floppy bath time. Should be a hell of a ride...bathing a 100pound (48Kilos) reluctant dead weight dog. (shovel list)
Gotta go. TFL and TTYL
did I tell you I am going to hell? All thanks to that asshole company Telus. I have said every swear in the world dealing with them. My swear jar overflowith. I have to phone them tomorrow. I hate them.
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