My dog has a bit of a problem. Dachshunds are supposed to be instinctual burrowers. Rerun on the other hand, well, he seems to have forgotten at least some of what was passed on to him. Half the time he will whine until I cover him up with the blanket or whatever he wants to get under. But when I am not there, he just sort of makes do without having someone to do it for him. And sometimes that goes terribly, terribly awry.
Tag: dogs
Better living through chemistry
As my tolerance for Scratch’s shenanigans and general level of aggression was rapidly nearing an end, we took him to the vet last week. Once we explained to her what was going on and my theory that, perhaps, he was actually a cryptorchid, he had a physical exam that included a check to see if he was, in fact, producing testosterone. This physical exam is not unlike making him turn his head and cough, but in male cats it is a bit more invasive.
Porcupines do not throw their quills, and Kevin Smith owes us residuals
One interesting feature of WordPress is that is shows us how people find our site, either through links or search terms. And for some reason, certain search terms steer people to our blog more often than others. I have no idea why. One of these searches involves porcupine quills, and the other involves Kevin Smith and his dachshund, Schecky. I have no idea what the porcupine thing is about, unless it is one of Kelly’s Etsy or Regretsy things. But the Kevin Smith thing I know about. Seriously, we have become a subsidiary of Kevin Smith’s publicist or something with all the searches that lead here. It’s cool though, because we like him, and we like dachshunds, and we like his dachshund. So he gets some free publicity from us, and in a certain way we get some free publicity from him. It’s all good.
-Geoff
Since we haven’t talked about the animals in a while…
Smoky is doing much better. It’s strange to see how much weight he has lost since he got really sick. He seems so much happier now. You can actually see some of his little bald patches filling in now, and his chicken legs are growing fur back on them too. Right now he is lying at my feet as I use the Furminator on him – purring, twitching his tail slightly, and kneading with his front paws – just as content as can be.
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Smoky is officially radioactive
The Doctor called around 5:30 this evening and Smoky is officially irradiated. We talked about it in advance, but he ended up getting a very high dose. Usually the highest does for non-cancerous cats is 7 millicuries. Smoky got exactly that. That does is two and a half times the usual does for a hyperthyroid cat. Partly this is because we’re trying to zap his entire thyroid and the cystic goiter that’s growing on it and partly this is because this procedure is happening while he’s still on his methimazole.
Smoky goes to get nuked, take two
Our little buddy Smoky seems to have gotten well enough that we can now bring him back for the treatment he was supposed to have gotten two weeks ago. We were quite glad to see him back to his old self – especially asking for attention, pestering us for food, and occasionally giving Rerun a bap or two on the nose. We brought him back to Angell yesterday morning so he could get his follow up check after all of his issues from last time, and the doctor has given him the green light for his treatment. So tomorrow we will bring him back once more so he can finally get the thyroid treatment he needs. We really hope that this will make his life easier and make him more comfortable. We will update tomorrow after we have dropped him off.
-Geoff
Back from New Hampshire
Yesterday Kelly and I put Rerun and Thumbelina in the car, drove up to Lowell to pick up my Aunt Donna, and then drove to New Hampshire to see Liz, Dan, and the kids. Once again the dogs ran around with their cousin Ralph for a while, and poor little Ralph was so excited to see us that he literally peed everywhere. And I did not help keep a clean carpet either, as I accidentally tracked dirt and mud into the house myself. That’s because I am a genius. Really.
Daddy’s Boy
Rerun is a truly special animal. If he was a human he’d be an extremely paranoid, anxious, and probably violent person of middle intelligence who was good looking and also happened to be a spree killer cannibal.
Kevin Smith is another dachshund lover? Who knew?
I have to say, I am pleasantly surprised to see that Kevin Smith is apparently a dachshund fan. He owns a short-haired mini named Shecky. I am a fan of his work, and I have owned dachshunds forever, and yet I never knew he had a dachshund.
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Giant Men and Flying Furniture
We were on our way home from taking Thumbelina to the vet* yesterday when I spotted a couple of guys from Gentle Giant on Binney Street in Cambridge in the middle of a move. Rerun was in my lap and I pointed them out to him and we waved in our typical dorky “I have a dachshund in my lap “way. It was then that I was reminded that I’d promised the Gentle Giant folks that I would post these pictures.
