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?
I have been tagged by my good friend topsurf, who by the way, I would like to marry when I grow up, in the photo snag/tag. Thank you!
Here are the rules:
- Go to your picture files
- Go to your 6th folder.
- Go to your 6th picture.
- Tell us about it.
- Tag 6 friends to do the same.
Here is the 6th picture in the 6th folder of my pictures folder.
This is a picture of Foster, taken by his foster mom before I brought him home. So I really don’t know the story behind it, but obviously I can see he had been indulging on some plush toy and killed it and destroyed it, as he’s wont to do, thoroughly enjoying the process as is apparent from the maniacal look in his eye. By some “plush toy”, I mean some squeaky dog toy or some fluffy stuffed animal or some throw pillow or some blanket or some comforter or some jacket or some couch seats or any some such munchable things.
And I tag The Moistress, Baja Burrito, The insane one, Tortilla chip face, The vibrating one and The fragmented one. If you’ve already been tagged or you don’t wanna do it, no biggie. I’m just trying to follow the rules for a change. But it’s fun, you know.
I have nothing today, and I’m too tired to think of something to blog about. So I took the Blog Things test What Breed of Dog Are You? So far every single test on there I took got me completely wrong. And I would have to say it’s not quit right either, but it will have to do.
| You Are a Bullmastiff |
 You are confident, reasonable, and very calm. Nothing shakes you up.It’s likely that you were a bit wild when you were younger, but you’ve gotten that out of your system. The only time you get aggressive is when someone tries to threaten or harm you in some way. There’s a little bit of wolf underneath all that sheep’s clothing! |
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.
Serious Stuff. Seriously
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