I hate it.
I posted this on Instagram today, but it’s worth repeating. “Mom, are you trying to fool me with that new low-carb food?” #ThrowbackThursday
(My mom made me do this. I don’t like going to the veterinarian. I get anaphylactic.)
Doctor: What makes you bark at your neighbor’s Chihuahuas?
Charlee: I don’t know. It must be a reflex.
Doctor: How does it make you feel to see the Chihuahuas?
Doctor: Why do you think you feel irritated?
Charlee: Well, first of all, they wear bandanas all summer and silly kilt-type jackets all winter.
Doctor: Why does this irritate you?
Charlee: Maybe because they seem so prissy. And don’t forget, they start it all – the barking, I mean. They taunt me.
Doctor: How do you think the neighbors feel when the barking wakes them up?
Charlee: Mmm, probably not exactly thrilled.
Doctor: What is your goal in barking? What is it you feel you are accomplishing by barking?
Charlee: They need to know how silly they look wearing scarves. They are male Chihuahuas after all.
Doctor: Do you think perhaps you may be suppressing feelings of attraction?
Charlee: Boys wearing girls’ accessories? Absolutely not.
Doctor: Wasn’t your sister, Bandit, (may she rest in peace) part Chihuahua?
Charlee: She was. But my neighbors are nothing like Bandit. Bandit wore a denim visor.
Doctor: Have you been spayed?
Charlee: I am 10 years old. Is this question even relevant?
Doctor: How old were you when you were spayed?
Charlee: Is this a HIPAA violation? How much is my mom paying you? I think our time is up now. I gotta go potty.
Have you seen the new TV commercial where the dog with bad breath is ostracized by his friends? My tip for #WellnessWednesday is to remind everyone to brush and floss daily after meals and before bedtime. And, if you don’t like mint or bubble gum toothpaste, I highly recommend the poultry. Cheers to your health!
It happened last July right outside her office door. It was a LONG way to the 115-degrees-Fahrenheit, pet relief area. (Remember, this is Arizona, and I had to go really badly.) So, I just squatted and pottied on the rug. Right? Oh, what a relief it was! And truly, according to my nose, other dogs had pottied there in the past. It was no big deal. I got scolded, of course. But, it was worth it.
I found my darling Charlee’s (RIP) letter to Santa in her box of unpublished blog notes.
“Dear Santa, My mom said it was naughty for me to take my chew toy outside when I go duppy. But, I have to admit, I found it rather nice. Your call, Charlee”
We all have heard the song “All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth.” Well, my darling Charlee (RIP), being the Scottsdale dog she was, wanted dental implants this Christmas to ensure that her new teeth would stay in place without slipping when she barked at the neighbor Chihuahuas. I sure miss that funny girl (so do the neighbor Chihuahuas).
So, my story today is about my new meds.
This past week, my mom has been putting some really delicious sliced turkey in my breakfast bowl. The really delicious sliced turkey has a small pill wrapped inside. The small pill is an NSAID … a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug, and it works wonders for my arthritis.
If you suffer from arthritis pain and haven’t tried NSAIDs, ask your veterinarian to talk to your mom about them. I feel like a new dog at 12 and a half years old.
Anyway, so about the picture … I like to eat the turkey first, right? It does taste the best. But, my mom usually buries the really delicious sliced turkey beneath my kibble and green beans, forcing me to take the kibble and green beans out of the bowl and make creative designs with them on the floor. I’m pretty sure my mom would get angry about my creative designs if she wasn’t the paparazzi with that smart phone of hers.
Remember: take your NSAIDs. #carprofen #deracoxib #firocoxib #meloxicam #NSAIDsfordogs #arthritisindogs