It is with a very, very heavy heart that I report that we’ve made the decision to find a new home for Bailey. It’s not because she’s a bad dog. It’s because she and Bandit are like oil and water, and it’s become very clear that they can’t live together in the same house peacefully or safely.
I’ve sat down a few times to tell the whole story of Bailey, but it’s too difficult to think about losing a member of our family, and to think about how confusing this must be for her. For now, I’ll just tell you about Bailey and what a great dog she is in the hopes that someone out there may need the loving canine companionship she can give. Continue reading
Posted in Bailey, Bandit, dogs, Scout
Tagged animal adoption, animal rescue, Bailey, Bandit, Hip dysplasia (canine), NY, Rochester, Scout
Think I could use this as a head shot?
Every publication that I write for wants a photo of me to run with my bio. Unfortunately, I take terrible photos. I’ve tried to get darling husband to take a candid picture, but he likes to kneel down and shoot up at his subjects. Which, as you know, makes the object appear larger. Great if you’re a white tail buck. Not great if you’re an overweight, middle aged woman.
I planned to have get a professional shot done, but I used the money I’d set aside for the photo to get highlights in my hair so I’d look pretty for my photo. I’m not a great financial planner. So sue me.
So today I made another attempt to take a photo of myself using the timer option on my handy dandy camera. I hoped to get one of the animals in there as well. I did my hair, put on make up with care (foundation, blush, lipstick, the whole nine yards). I found a pretty scarf to hide my ugly neck. And I tried to create a semi-acceptable background.
Well, this picture kind of sums up how it went.
Photo shoot, Funny Farm style
I hauled a stool around to set the camera on; I tried to hang a sheet for a neutral background. I ended up with sweat running down my face, my hair frizzing, the cat pulling the sheet down as I put it up. I hauled the kit and kaboodle outside and used the sports mode to take 100 frames in a few seconds, hoping to get one decent frame out of … well, about 400. I cropped this one to show my sister my new highlights; you can’t see Bailey licking my feet.
Pretty highlights that I got instead of paying for a professional photo. By the time I save up enough for the photo, my gray roots will have grown back in.
I was able to salvage a couple of fair snapshots – certainly not professional by any stretch of the imagination. But hopefully one is usable enough for the blogs that needs a picture of me. Personally, I’d like to use the one with Bandit’s big yawn. It’s the best representation of life here at the Funny Farm. But what do you think?
Sheet managed to stay up, Murphy trying to escape. This might be the only photo I can actually use.
Posted in Bailey, Bandit, Cats, Murphy, Pets, pictures, Scout, Writing
Tagged cats, dogs, Pets, photos, writing
Sometimes you know the minute you roll out of bed that it’s going to be “one of those days.” This morning, I should have stayed in bed.
Not that anything tragic or horrible happened. It was just one of those dreary, frustrating days when you’re reminded that sometimes you’re the dog and sometimes you’re the hydrant.
Today, I’m feeling like a hydrant. Continue reading
To the wonderful BlogPaws sponsors – thank you so much for the super coupons in our goodie bag. Bailey, who unpacked the bag, thought the coupons were just as tasty as the dog food samples!
Bailey has mild to moderate hip dysplasia; one side is worse than the other but I can't for the life of me remember which one.
Today was Bailey’s appointment with Dr. Hall, the holistic vet that Scout sees. We wanted to see what Dr. Hall had to say regarding Bailey’s constant urinary tract infections and her hip dysplasia.
Scout loves to see Dr. Hall. He’s happy and calm and playful. Bailey was her usual self – barking, barking, barking, barking, BARKING. She did calm down while we waited in the room. We practiced some training and she ate several handfuls of biscuits. And she did keep the barking to a minimum.
And oddly enough, she let Dr. Hall examine her, which surprised me. I guess by then she knew the biscuits were coming. She even let Dr. Hall touch her back end, which usually earns me a growl or snap.
The verdict: Bailey is “hot”. I don’t really understand what that means, but the symptoms were all right on: foul-smelling barf, excitability, crankiness, bossy-ness with the other dogs, a thready pulse, red tongue, kidney problems, stiff joints and a warm body. Literally. When you touch her, Bailey’s body is hot. Continue reading
I’m almost afraid to say this out loud, for fear of jinxing the relative animal calm that has descended on us this week. But believe it or not, no one is sick at The Funny Farm.
Excuse me while I go knock on some wood.
Scout, while still dealing with cancer, is doing great. Eating, playing, acting like his normal self.
Bailey’s latest urine culture came back negative, so after more than four months fighting a urinary tract infection, she’s fine. And despite a little bout of barfing and diarrhea this week, she’s clearly feeling much better, as you can see from her video. (She learned how to play ball from her big brother Scout.)
Bandit is … well, Bandit.
Murphy caught a bat this week, and apparently was none the worse for the wear from that little adventure.
The chickens’ latest stool sample came back with no parasites, so we’re cleared to eat eggs again – after maybe six months of treatment.
In other words … outside of the appointment we have with Dr. Hall next week to discuss managing Bailey’s pain from hip dysplasia, no one needs to go to the vet.
Mark it on the calendar, folks. It’s been a long time.
Scout after a round of water dog, chasing soap bubbles, and playing catch.
In going through some old posts, I realized that I never updated you on Scout’s progress or our decision about treatment.
Part of that may be the fact that I really don’t want to think about it. Yes, I’m in denial. It’s a lovely place to live. You should join me here sometime.
After much discussion, we opted to not pursue chemo. It’s a quality of life decision. Just going to the vet is often traumatic for Scout, and a weekly visit to the hospital, where he’d be on an IV every third week and possibly with sedatives, just isn’t the way we want him to spend his last days. I was more confident after the oncologist said that he may not even survive the six months of chemo treatments. If in fact the cancer is in his intestinal tract, his prognisis is very dim. Continue reading