Monday, August 29, 2011

Brutus Has Been Feeling Very Smart(ie) This Week

**Disclaimer....these pictures are horrible, but they needed to be taken quickly due to the content of this story.

So, Brutus has been getting in a little trouble this week for eating the Smarties candy. I keep a little candy dish on the kitchen counter, and I vary what is in it. I have never had a problem with him counter surfing and getting in to the candy dish before, so I was really surprised when he decided to go after the Smarties. Chocolate is usually his weakness!! A boy after my own heart.

I was busy editing some pictures today, and I heard the candy dish bounce on the counter. I went buzzing out to the kitchen to scold Brutus, and this is what I found.......................................

And.............nicely delivered on to the floor for Brutus. Who could possibly resist that!!

I think I owe Brutus an apology. That little Sophie is SO NAUGHTY!!!!!!!!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

White Rice and Dead Daylilies

I'm guessing that you are wondering what one has to do with the other. Fair warning, it isn't a pretty story.

Let me start by saying that the best made plans never go unpunished. I know that that isn't technically the "real" saying, but it's my saying. Every time I think something is going to go really awesome, it usually has a glitch, and when something isn't planned, it usually goes awesome. I call it LIFE. So anyway, If you read the prior post, you know that Brutus went to the doctor on Thursday, had anesthesia and stayed home from the lake this weekend. My great plan was that he was going to be sleepy sleepy sleepy, and I was going to get a ton of work done on my website, and a LOT of sleep. The Vet assured me that Brutus would be sleepy for 24 hours from having anesthesia, and I was supposed to give him two Benadryl twice a day to help relieve the itching from the rash on his skin, and that would make him drowsy too. Even Better!! Well, it totally backfired, and I mean that literally and figuratively.

Brutus got terrible diarrhea. I hate even typing that word, because it isn't the greatest subject, but it was bad. I don't know if it was from the stress of going to the Vet, the anesthesia, the antibiotics or Dad leaving without him, but the poor guy was sick. Not only did he get up every three hours during the night, but he whined......constantly. I haven't gotten any work done on my website (for my big up and coming business...insert smiley face here) and I didn't get any sleep. I am beat. Now on to the white rice and dead flowers.

Every time Brutus needed to go to the bathroom, he ran to the front door. I wasn't about to waste time coaxing a dog with diarrhea to the downstairs door, so I just opened the front door to the house and let him go. For some reason, every time he went out, he chose to poop on my daylilies. I went out a little bit ago to check the damage, and they were massacred. Let's just say that it took many plastic grocery bags, and the gardening scissors to clean up the mess. Ugh!! And as for the white rice, it will be the diet Brutus will be on for the next 48 hours. White rice and browned hamburger. The good news is that he likes it better than his dog food.

I talked to Don a couple hours ago. He's had a great weekend having cocktails with the neighbors and fishing. Most of me is really happy for him, but there's that little part of me that wants to beat him up. It takes me back to being a new mom. The child care is never balanced!! I made him well aware that when he gets home, Brutus is Daddy's boy!! I will gather the plastic bags for him ahead of time. ;D

Friday, August 19, 2011


Totally Passed Out
Brutus did such a good job at his vet appointment today. He just melted my heart. He's gone from having to be pulled across the floor and lifted up on to the scale, to actually walking across the floor all by himself and sitting on the scale like a good boy. He was very sweet with the receptionist instead of growling at her, and he didn't get scared until they had to close the door to the exam room.

I had called ahead of time and talked to the receptionist about Brutus and his past experiences at the clinic, so she had everything ready. The paper work was ready to sign, and she let us stay out in the lobby area until the very last minute. The Vet Tech had the sedative ready to go when we got to the room so there was no time for Brutus to get upset. She said a friendly hello to Brutus and "pow", she got him. He didn't even have time to know what hit him. It took a good fifteen minutes for him to go "down", but he did. He didn't ever completely go to sleep, but he was definitely mellow. The funniest part was when the Vet Tech came in to put the IV in him, and I had muzzled him, but he tried so hard to growl at her. It almost sounded more like a purr. Mission accomplished. Honestly, I don't think that he will remember the experience.

His check up went great. At his last appointment, the Vet wanted Brutus to lose a few pounds, and he has done that. He is down six pounds, and the doctor today said if he loses five more he will be perfectly fine. He had his teeth cleaned up, but he chews bones so often that there was very little build up. I was afraid that he had fleas, but he actually has a bacterial infection on his skin from being in the lake and being wet so much. Plus, the Vet said to only rinse him off and not actually shampoo him each night. Yuck. That makes for a very stinky dog after being in our lake!! Nails were clipped, shots were given and he's good for another six months. Whew.

I had picked up the stuffed monkey that Brutus has in his mouth in the picture above at the PetSmart store while he was at the clinic. Brutus loves stuffed animals (so he can unstuff them), and I wanted to bring him something to make him happy when I picked him up. Truth be told, he's still pretty drugged up. It's in his mouth, but he's sound asleep!! The joy of drugs. Hopefully he will stay asleep for a little longer so he doesn't realize that dad is going to the lake without him this weekend. He needs to keep his skin dry for a few days to let the rash heal, and there is absolutely no way to keep that boy out of the water when he is at the lake.

I hope everyone has a great weekend. I think Brutus is chasing chipmunks in his sleep. :)

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Shaking In Our Paws

See that face? That is the face of a boy who seems to know that he has a vet appointment tomorrow. How he knows is beyond me! He's had this worried look on his face all day. Everytime I look at him he gives me this big sad face and moves his eyebrows up and down. It's that face that makes you want to give him the whole bag of string cheese.

Brutus loves everyone, and honestly, I would trust him with a brand new baby alone on the floor. With that said, there is a disclaimer. He does hate the vet, and I think he would probably kill him or her if he needed to in order to get away. I don't know what has happened in his past to instill that fear in to him, but he literally shakes in his boots/paws. As soon as we get in the front door, I have to drag him across the floor up to the desk to check him in, lift his butt up on to the scale (all 90 lbs. of it) and then push him across the floor in to the exam room. Once we're in the exam room, he tries to open the door with his paws. He fusses and starts to sweat and pant. If the Vet Tech or Veterinarian even come near him, he bares his teeth and starts to growl, which means that the muzzle has to come out. The last time I took him to the vet, even with him muzzled, he still tried to kill the vet, and she said that she would no longer see him unless he was sedated.

So, sedate him we did, or at least we tried. The Vet Tech came in and gave him the first shot. She said that within a few minutes he should start to stumble a little, and then get very sleepy. Well, after thirty minutes, he showed absolutely no signs of ANYTHING. So, they gave him a second shot. It literally took a good twenty minutes longer before he started stumbling even a little bit. By then, Don had gotten to the clinic to join me. Needless to say, I was pretty upset. Brutus never did go to sleep, but we were able to lift him up on to the exam table and complete his exam.

When I called to make the appointment for tomorrow, I warned them ahead of time that Brutus would need to be sedated. Hopefully we won't have to go through all of the waiting and trauma. Hopefully they will have the syringe ready and waiting for us. I would like to be sedated too.

I'll let you know how it goes. Keep your paws crossed!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Additional Charges Since My Earlier Post.....Um Yeah!

So, apparently, Riding While Intoxicated wasn't bad enough for Brutus today, he decided to get in to a fight with a raccoon tonight too. Thankfully, he walked away unscathed. He had a good bath, and is now locked in the house, away from the liquor and doors!!

Good night all.

An Open Container Ticket For Brutus???

So, what do you suppose this picture of Brutus sound asleep in the back seat of my car

has to do with this

and this??

A LOT!! Brutus was a very naughty boy today, and almost got me in HUGE trouble!!

I have a friend coming to the lake tomorrow, and I had stopped at the liquor store in the cities to pick up a few things to make some Long Island Iced Teas. There were four bottles all packed nicely together in a bag, and since the back of my car was full of luggage and groceries, and the middle seat was full of Brutus, I put the bag of liquor behind the driver's seat. It was safely tucked in, and I knew it wouldn't go flying around anywhere. I was about one hour in to the trip when I started to smell something funny. Almost fruity. It wasn't something that I was familiar with, and I just couldn't figure it out......until I turned around. There was Brutus, sitting up in the back seat, having a few swigs out of the Southern Comfort bottle!! I couldn't believe it! Actually, I could, in the sense that he loves alcohol, but I was driving 65 mph down a major freeway.

Now, keep in mind that I have never even had a speeding ticket. The first thing I did was reach back and grab the bottle away from him, so now I'm driving 65 mph down the freeway holding a partially gone bottle of Southern Comfort. Oh.....My.....God!! I will be the first to admit that in high school I made some pretty stupid mistakes when it came to drinking and driving, and thankfully no harm was ever done, but since we have become aware of the risks, dangers, and LEGAL RAMIFICATIONS, I am super careful. All I kept thinking was "how would I ever explain this to a police officer". Does it fall in to the same category as "my dog ate my homework"? For some reason, I'm thinking that a good old boy in uniform might not think that it's quite as funny as I thought it was. Yep, I actually thought it was funny. If you really think about it long enough, all you can do is laugh.

I pulled off at the first exit I came to and managed to find the mangled cap. I gathered up ALL of the liquor bottles and put them in the back of the car. Brutus had a pretty good nap for the rest of the ride, other than a few "burps".