Nothing much today. Just wanted to share two pictures I took of my "girls." I'm totally out of automatic mode and I'm not going to look back. PSE is also kicking my butt, however I know I will be better for it! So much to learn...it's overwhelming!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Anna E visits!
Anna Elizabeth came for a visit on Saturday. She was supposed to have her 3 month pictures done by her photographer, but the weather didn't want to cooperate. Later on, the sun came out so we took a few pictures here. Anna was not in the mood for all that. The only grin we got out of her was when Mommy did "flying baby." Apparently, it can't be resisted!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Poor Jew Jew Beans!
My sweet Schnauzer, Jewel, had to have surgery last week. If you have a schnauzer, you may have been through this already as it appears to be a common ailment with the breed. Last Friday, my husband took her outside for a potty break and noticed two small stones fall from her urine. He couldn't decide if they came out of her, or if she had picked them up when she stopped in the driveway to scratch and they fell off while she urinated.
To be on the safe side, he collected the stones and took them to the vet on Monday. The vet said that they looked like other stones she had seen dogs pass. She did an xray on Jewel and saw about a dozen stones in her bladder-one the size of a silver dollar!
Our vet arranged for surgery on Wednesday. For the rest of that Monday and Tuesday, I was in a total panic. My schnauzer is no spring chicken. As a matter of fact, she was turning 12 that Thursday. I hated the idea of her being put under anethesia, but I knew she was uncomfortable. She would make a potty but continue squatting like she still had to go. She had also had a couple of accidents inside, which she NEVER does!
So, poor Butters (yes, she has a gazillion nicknames) goes in for surgery Wednesday morning.
It actually didn't take them long to complete the surgery. This is our old girl on some pretty darn good drugs when we picked her up.
To be on the safe side, he collected the stones and took them to the vet on Monday. The vet said that they looked like other stones she had seen dogs pass. She did an xray on Jewel and saw about a dozen stones in her bladder-one the size of a silver dollar!
Our vet arranged for surgery on Wednesday. For the rest of that Monday and Tuesday, I was in a total panic. My schnauzer is no spring chicken. As a matter of fact, she was turning 12 that Thursday. I hated the idea of her being put under anethesia, but I knew she was uncomfortable. She would make a potty but continue squatting like she still had to go. She had also had a couple of accidents inside, which she NEVER does!
So, poor Butters (yes, she has a gazillion nicknames) goes in for surgery Wednesday morning.
It actually didn't take them long to complete the surgery. This is our old girl on some pretty darn good drugs when we picked her up.
It turned out that she had nearly 100 stones in her bladder! This is what they looked like! These were not coming from her kidneys, they were being formed in the bladder. So, they will be sent off for analyzing, and we can determine what kind of preventative diet to put her on.
Dr. Loper is such a great vet!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
A Few More Layouts
American Crafts and Fancy Pants
Doodlebug Sweet Shoppe
Thursday, September 17, 2009
What Catches!
Labor Day Weekend pt 3
Labor Day Weekend pt 1
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Joy in the Form of Four on the Floor
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment. ~George Eliot
This post is simply about nothing other than our two sweet fur babies.
This post is simply about nothing other than our two sweet fur babies.
These two are getting old. They will turn 12 and 9 this fall.
They have never judged, withheld affection, or said a harsh word to us. :) They make us laugh, they comfort us when we are sick, and they snuggle us all the time.
They have their own personalities, their favorite toys, their hiding spots, and their funny little quirks.
The have their own language of barks, erfs, growls, and songs. We are FLUENT in their language, recognizing their every sound.
They have many nicknames and answer to them all.
They tell us when it's bedtime.
They tell us when it's potty time.
They refuse to tell us where they've hidden our favorite shoe or when and where (or why)they've thrown up last.
They are our girls. We love them to pieces. :)
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. ~Roger Caras
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