F is for Fat

F is for Fat which Obie is no longer.

I have been following the story of Obie, the overweight dachshund, for quite some time.  He went from seventy-seven pounds down to thirty-seven pounds in less than one year thanks to the rehabilitation efforts of his adoptive mother, a veterinary technician.  You can read more about him here: http://www.facebook.com/BiggestLoserDoxieEdition?fref=ts.  

Obie’s story is heartwarming and every photo and video of him has made me smile and want to hug him like a teddy bear.  You could call me pathetic, or his “mommy” a great story-teller.

One aspect of Obie’s story that I can’t get over is how, as a dachshund, his joints and back seemed to withstand the weight without much damage done.  A little extra weight added and Bill’s back and joints cause him to yelp and cry.  A little extra weight on Bill is a pound or two.  For Obie, we’re talking an extra forty-some pounds.

Needless to say, it doesn’t take much for a dog’s story to touch me and get me bubbling over in oohs and ahs, but Obie is special.  I want to send Obie a present for doing so well and sticking through it (even though people all over the country have already sent him countless gifts).  What story will I follow when Obie’s adventure is over?  Will his adventure ever be over?

For Shame

Thanks to  swift kick in the rear by my fellow blogging pal, I am here!  OK, so it was more like a gentle nudge, but the former sounds better.
Lately I’ve been hooked on another website.  I have my daily sites–CuteOverload.com for Awwws and the LOLsites for a good…LOL…I need my daily doses of happy stuff.

Then I stumbled upon Dog Shaming.  Yes, http://www.dogshaming.com is an entire website devoted to shaming your beloved canine pals.  Each time I take a look at the new shames I struggle to keep my laughter silent.  More often than not I laugh out loud and have to describe the shames to my mom who, at that point, probably regrets sitting on the couch at the same time as me.

I’m not alone.  There are slews of other shame-addicts who find these pictures of dogs with signs designating their misdeeds to be highly entertaining.

What exactly does this say about us and our supposed love of our pets?

My mom doesn’t see the humor.  I admit many of the shames are a bit gross, but since when has humor been completely void of grossness?  The rest just prove that it really could be worse or is just like home.

One friend has been trying to get me to shame Bill and Bailey.  I haven’t had the guts.  How can I shame my own little monsters?  It’s not that there is nothing to choose from, in fact I have a long list if I wanted to post them to the world:

*Doing their business all over the house

*Knocking over the kitchen garbage and devouring it

*Chasing joggers and other innocent pedestrians

*Barking incessantly at nothing

*Endurance begging

*Rolling in dead and/or smelly stuff outside

*Stealing each others’ bones and treats

*Creating blockades at the front doors so nobody can leave

I’ll stop there.  In any case, I know my parents don’t want their little monsters shamed and as much fun as it would be, I’d feel terribly guilty.
One thing I have learned by being a shaming addict is that my dogs are not necessarily bad dogs, they’re really just dachshunds.  While I haven’t done an official count to give you statistics, I’m pretty sure the majority of shamed dogs are wily little wieners.  Should that make my family feel better or worse?

I guess it doesn’t matter because the big, buggy, brown doxie eyes always melt us to putty anyhow.

The Big 8

A few days ago, May 8 to be exact, Bill and Bailey turned eight years old.  You’d think they were still in their terrible twos, and yet somehow they are the most adorable, loveable, stinkin’ weenie dogs ever.

We didn’t do much to celebrate.  I always joke about having a party, but seeing as these kiddos are anti-dog (other than themselves, of course) and anti-big crowds, a party would pretty much be our average evening just with cake and hats.  And party hats don’t come in teeny weenie size.  I stopped making birthday cake for them when we found out Bill is allergic to wheat and corn because the recipe I have calls for all-purpose flour and I just never got around to finding a different recipe.  I once made them a “cheesecake” from a dog cookbook made from sweet potato and some other stuff but they weren’t fans.  Picky eaters.

Anyhow, they got a new toy and got on with their lives as usual.  Bill is still our crotchety little curmudgeon and Bailey is our baby doll.  Not much has changed with the Big 8.

The past couple of weeks have been crazy for us, not to mention the dogs.  With painters and carpet cleaners and now painters working on the outside of the house, everything is still in disarray, slowing creeping back into place, and Bill and Bailey have probably barked and howled more in the last two weeks than in the last two months…and they are dachshunds.

Just when things started to calm down a bit, I noticed Bailey’s eye had swelled up.  You have to look at her eyes together to compare them in order to see that the right eye is slightly more puffy than the left on the underside.  My mom couldn’t tell but my dad noticed a little something.  Then my mom got worried and thought that perhaps each time she touched the supposedly swollen spot, it was tender and sensitive.  The next day it looked a little better, but still swollen so we called the vet.  Today Bailey went in to find out she has two broken teeth that need to be removed.  I was worried it would be dental in nature because the same thing happened to Bill several years ago.  It ends up breaking that particular tooth is not uncommon.

Next week Bailey will have surgery.  Her broken teeth will be extracted, her intact teeth will be cleaned (finally, much-needed), and if time permits her fatty tumor/cyst that has been growing near her underarm will be removed.  Bill will be nuts with worry and boredom while she’s gone and will probably poke and prod her silly when she comes home.  Maybe even hump a little.

So, to tally it up, under our care:

Bill has *been neutered

*had a tooth extracted and tooth cleaning

*had back surgery

*had neck surgery

*strained his hip

Bailey has *had a tooth cleaning

*had two back surgeries

*will have two teeth extracted, another tooth cleaning, and a lump removed.

 

This is why my parents and I always tell people that dachshunds are adorable, funny, and loveable, but you must have infinite patience and a large savings account to care for one!