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how my babies are doing, and also equally dying to see some pictures of them NOT peeing or pooping. There is nothing much to report, but here you are.
Georgia is doing OK. I had a big scare when I took her to the vet for checkup in May when the vet diagnosed her as having level 2 heart murmur. Since she did not have it last fall, we were alarmed when 2 months later even I could hear the swishing noise by just putting my ear on her side. After echocardiogram and EKG, it was determined that the murmur is at the beginning stage brought on by old age, and even though by sound it has become level 3 murmur, the sound is loud because the dent on her heart valve was small compared to the high velocity of the blood circulation. The cardiologist’s suggestion is to do nothing.
Summer in New York doesn’t agree with Brooklyn very well because of the moisture on the ground even when it hasn’t rained. She’s been pooping only once every 3 or 4 days out of absolute necessity. She was absolutely miserable during June when we had maybe 3 or 4 days without rain. She was also diagnosed with heart murmur during her checkup, but the vet could only hear very slight noises. I had not known old age can bring on heart murmur until then.
Brandy’s been doing fine, considering… I hate to acknowledge the fact but I have to admit the side effect of megaesophagus is getting worse slowly over the years. And there is nothing I can do about it. Other than that, she was given a clean bill of health during her checkup.
Foster has not bitten himself and punctured himself this summer! Yet. *knocks on wood* Not only that, I haven’t had to rush him to an emergency vet. *knocks on wood harder* He was also given a clean bill of health.
Now please leave some love for my babies!
Today I took Georgia to the vet for recheck of her heart murmur. The vet found out Georgia developed a level two heart murmur during her annual checkup two months ago. Since Georgia did not have it at all six months ago, the vet was alarmed that the murmur had progressed to level two in such a short time. I was supposed to bring her back after three months, but after observing Georgia closely for a couple of months, I thought I should take her in a month earlier.
It turned out that it has progressed to level three. So she has to go back on Monday for an echocardiogram. I also wanted her cracked tooth pulled out at the same time, but the vet told me that Georgia should not be put under anesthesia until we know the result of the echocardiogram.
Brooklyn was also found to have developed a murmur during her checkup a month ago. Hers, however, is a faint level one, which the vet attributes to her age, and so her case is a wait-and-see kind.
I was hoping for a long vacation from vet visits… oh well.
I furminated Brooklyn’s hind parts for about a minute and a half before she took off. I should remember to leash her tomorrow. I dare not use furminator indoors especially during winter when the static somehow deposits all the fur on me and as you can see from these crappy pictures, I end up looking like a bigfoot after just a couple of minutes. Some people told me that after they furminate their dogs outside, the birds keep flocking to pick the fur up for their nests, but I’ve never seen any bird attempting it for all this time I’ve furminated my dogs outside. I’m a little annoyed about it. Like my dogs’ fur ain’t good enough for them, you know?
Brooklyn started blowing her coat for the winter. I don’t understand why she blows her coat in the dead of a winter when it’s too cold to be naked. It started a few days ago when I noticed a clump of hair sticking out of her left thigh and plucked it out. The next day, she had a couple of clumps sticking out of her right thigh. Next thing I know, she has a little concave clearing, a couple of inches in diameter, on her left thigh, devoid of undercoat.
She started scratching all over her body, presenting her torso to me whenever she can, usually her butt directed towards me, so that I can scratch her back and hind quarters. Pretty soon she’s going to start shedding twice as much fur as she has on her body every single day for a couple of weeks, during which time each of her hair has a life of its own and insists upon accompanying me everywhere, even resorting to crawling into the cell phone and presents itself proudly under the screen to make itself be admired whenever the phone is used.
I wonder if she’ll blow her coat in the spring again this time in a couple of months. If she does, my short term dog hair intake will sharply increase and I might have to adjust my protein intake accordingly.
Brandy just farted. The cutest thing. She farts, looks towards her hiney and cocks her head to one side questioningly. Every single time. Which means if she farts again while she’s giving her butt an interrogating head cock, she cocks her head to the other side. And of course in the case of the multiple farts, it gets pretty hilarious. After all this time, she hasn’t quite figured it out.
Brooklyn, of course, doesn’t fart in my company because it’s totally beneath her.
Foster, who one would guess as the funniest farter, is disappointingly nonchalant when he farts. If he happens to be standing up, he takes a couple of quick steps forward and turns his head to look at his butt and then throws a sidelong glance towards me as if to see if I’ve noticed it. But if he happens to be lying down, he doesn’t even move his head, but only his eyes move for a quick glance at me for a second.
The most comical is Georgia, who usually tries to blame it on the one situated closest to her butt, who somehow is always me. If she farts sitting or lying down, she jumps up as if scared, with an OMG! WTF! kinda look, turns around and sniffs all around me, then suddenly retreats and walks away and sits down a few feet away from the offending spot, and stares at me for a long time with a disgusted accusatory look on her face.
Aren’t they so exactly like people or what?
Long awaited snow, the right kind –the sticking kind– came Friday. I was ecstatic at the prospect of 4 to 6 inches of snow because my poor deprived dogs hadn’t had decent snow for some time. It snowed all day starting around 10am. Then it changed to sleet and rain by the time I headed home. I was not happy. This was what happened the last time, the time before AND the time before – snow followed by rain. What good is snow when you have to freeze your fat ass while cleaning your car and waste twice as long a time in driving home if at the end all you got is just slush and mud?
Fortunately, when I finally reached home, I found that it hadn’t rained too much in this area. We had a few inches of snow and it wasn’t slushy at all, and the rain turned to snow again. Dogs loved it. They ran around with white snow around the muzzle. I threw snowballs for them. They chased them and got confused when the snowballs landed and disappeared. They pounced on a “snowball” and looked around and pounced on a phantom snowball again and searched for it with their nosed buried in the snow and sometimes dug the snow to see if the ball hid itself. And my laughter rang out quite out of tune with the snow shoveling noise in the otherwise quiet neighborhood.
It was pure joy and happiness I’ve had in a long time.
This week has been absolutely exhausting, and this is my excuse for not updating the blog and not keeping up with reading others’ blogs these days.
I got Foster back on Sunday and since I do not trust my dogs to behave and not get into fights when I cannot supervise directly (as opposed to when I’m not at home) at this point, I’m all over the place once I get home. I keep Georgia and Foster together when I’m in the same room or take them outside. Foster has never showed any aggression or irritation towards Georgia, but I’m still too shaken by my experience from last month, I don’t leave them together if I can’t be there with them. I do not trust Brandy and Brooklyn at all with Foster or Georgia, and so I’m pretty busy trying to spend time with everyone of them, and take them outside separately.
This Monday, I started commuting to the new location to which IT division moved. I’m still working 10am – 6pm instead of noon – 8pm as I blogged before because my boss told me to come in at 10am and see how it goes. The first day, there were several empty spots as I predicted because consultants were too scared to take their cars, and therefore, a lot of them opted to take the shuttle bus. The second day, there were 3 spots left. The third day, I took the very last spot, the furthest corner of the parking lot from the building – I knew then that I would have trouble the next day. The word is getting out that there are still parking spots at 10am! So come yesterday, 20 minutes BEFORE 10am, I couldn’t find a consultant spot. I called my coworker to relay the situation, and I was going to just idle engine and sit there, reading the book I have been carrying with me for just that. But while I was on the phone, the security guard hired by the company to enforce the atrocious parking rules walked over and told me to park in one of those numerous empty employee spots. I guess he didn’t get the memo, but hey, I have his blessing to park in the employee spot if there is no empty consultant spot left from now on. So life goes on until the word gets out to more consultants causing the employees to start complaining about lack of parking spots.
All in all, I have been sleeping even worse than before because I’ve been worried about the fucking parking spot every single day. Hopefully I get some more rest next week.
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