It's sad I have to do these. It's heartbreak piled on top of almost unbearable heartbreak. That said, Jet was at least ambulatory all weekend, not eating, but drinking water. I figured it would be best to wait for our own vet than take him to an emergency vet. As luck would have it, they … Continue reading Jethro Update →

Jethro is gravely ill. He's had a relapse and it's happening fast. I've had a 30 megaton shitshow detonate my personal life here, that I can't, and shouldn't, go into. For most of the week I could barely take care of myself, much less the dogs. And they know it. His relapse started at the … Continue reading Jethro Update →

Steroids have cured Jethro, thank God. Homey was suffering. And sorry, I feel for him like one of my own children. Dogs aren't much different. They don't know why they are suffering and count on us to help them. When my son was 3 years old, I spent a weekend with him sick (the others … Continue reading Spoilt Dogs →

Jet had a steroid shot on Friday afternoon, and $180 later I was sent on my way with my sick dog and a container of steroid pills and was instructed to continue the antibiotics. Great. Saturday morning, he didn't look well. I struggled to give him all his pills. And as I was leaving I … Continue reading On the Mend →

Finally got the tests back from the Vet. $500 lighter, and a week later, we know more but nothing certain. We do know the flags for pancreatitis were negative. So that's not his issue. Looks like an intestinal inflammation of some sort. He's low on follic acid, which is an indicator. Tells us where the … Continue reading Jethro Update →

The other week, Jethro wasn't well. To fix his guts, I put 1/2 tsp of food grade diatomaceous earth. I got the tip from Aria's foster years ago, and it usually works. It did this time as well. Took a few days. I was going to call the vet one day, but during his walk … Continue reading Something’s up with Jethro →

Jethro has had guts issues for most of the week. I've been awakened the last few nights, usually twice, by the very unique "I'm gonna shit my pants" whine, followed by a more anxious bark. He's such a good dude. Does NOT want to go in the house. So I get up, grab for some … Continue reading Shoot Me! →

Borepatch had to put his dog, Wolfgang down. I can't imagine the pain. I work at home. My big dude follows me around all day. Both of them roust me when it's time to walk, time to quit for the day. Time to take a break and play. Today he posted a longer piece, RTWT. … Continue reading All of Man’s virtues, with none of his vices.. →