Mud Is Not My Friend

After a calorific brunch with Aker on Sunday, me and Paris decided to meet Cecelia and Matt at the dog park hoping for a good dog day. I got there first and as I drove there it became quite cloudy. Upon inspection of the mud pit that was the dog park I was like-UH-NO! Cecelia and Matt got there and we decided to just walk around the park. Paris managed to wring her way out of her collar and headed straight for the mud. I was a slow motion NNOOO!!!! The mud got caked on her legs and while we were walking I occasionally splashed water on her legs to get it off with the water I brought for her to drink. We had our walk and when we got back to the cars, Cecelia helped me clean her up. Once she was decent, she again took off and the leash flew out of my hands and mud occurred again. We cleaned her off a second time and then I had to put a blanket in my back seat to keep it somewhat clean. Again, mud is not my friend.

Paris's Infection

We had to take Paris to the vet today as she has an infected foot. Here is the rundown of how all this went. She went to daycare on Tuesday and when I got home she stayed on the recliner all night. In the middle of the night I heard her and got up to find she had peed on the floor. While I cleaned that up I did not notice her going into the bedroom and getting on the bed. We try to go to sleep but she jumps down and I think she has to go outside to poop. I take her out but she is resistant. It is 1 AM and I am not a happy camper. I basically had to drag her back inside. I put her in the garage in case she needed to poop and because it was cool outside and I needed some sleep. When I got up the next morning and let her in she limped in! I freaked out thinking I had hurt her in the middle of the night and started crying. Jason came home and stated that he thought her foot was in pain just from the daycare flooring-which is where her paws usually get pink. Anyways, long story short (too late!) (that's from Clue!) the next day it got worse. I left work early today and went to the vet. She had a pussy knot on her foot and she had to get X-rays. Meanwhile Jason was lusting after the doctor who was quite OG! The verdict-she has interdigital soft tissue swelling and is on steroids and some other medication. Hopefully she will be back to new within a few weeks! And I can't believe I just wrote this much about a dog! She's my baby!

Paris's Daycare Adventure!

from left to right: Paris, Sierra, Pork Chop, and Gatsby

Today was Paris's first day at the ClubK-9 Doggy Daycare! Me and Jason dropped her off this morning and from what I have heard she had a blast. She made other English Bulldog friends and got to play in the swimming pool. She is currently wiped out on the recliner in dreamland. We are planning on taking her back tomorrow and Friday, but if she is this wiped out each visit we may drop it down some. The place was so cute-they had mailboxes for all the dogs to put their leashes in and little name tags. The outside area has the pool and gym equipment for the dogs to play on. I am sure she is looking forward to more canine antics tomorrow!

Dogsitter Aker

I would be remiss if I did not elaborate on the dogsitting Aker did while she stayed at our house while we were in Cleveland. I'm glad she reminded me (see previous post) because I have my own comments to make. Here are my thoughts on how this whole dogsitting went down:

Paris sleeps and Aker plays Warcraft.
Aker eats dinner (leftovers from Buca di Peppo) and plays Warcraft.
Aker plays with Paris briefly then finds ways to occupy her. She puts Paris on the couch with her and teaches her how to be fascinated with the animation of Warcraft.
Aker sleeps on Jason's side of the bed and does not let Paris sleep between her legs. Paris settles for spooning and sleeps while Aker dreams of breakfast food and Warcraft.
Next day, Paris plays, eats, sleeps, and does her business. Aker finds ways to keep Paris occupied so that she can get lost in Warcraft land.

Overall, Paris's needs were met and she is mentally sound.

On a more serious note, I think we should all bond together and have an intervention for our beloved Aker. She has fallen into the addiction of Warcraft madness. Please contact me so that we can assemble the Holy Water and therapeutic cross examining to help her troubled soul. I will be representing the Strike Therapy modality. Anyone for the Scared Straight or Electroshock modality? : )

Dog Park

So I took Paris to a dog park tonight to meet up with my co-worker Cecelia and her dog. I was initally concerned as to how this was going to work as most of you know Paris has a jumping problem. When we got into the caged in section and I unleashed her, she was initially somewhat scared as about 5 dogs bigger than her came over to sniff her and check her out. She eventually began racing around and chasing after the big dogs. Paris and Dozer, Cecelia's dog, had met before and Paris tended to chase after him. The sucky part was how dirty and wet she was from playing around. Anyways, she was exhausted upon our return and after getting some water and settling down, she got into her new cozy spot-laying against me in the recliner with me pushed to the side. Yes, these are the times she is great!

The 3 P's

Poop-I came home to Paris's evacuation all over the floor and streaked over the carpet. I shut down and watched two episdoes of Days, then Big Brother, along with intermittent email checks. Dishes were also done during this time. Paris spent most of the time in her cage to avoid my having a meltdown.

Puke-Later in the night when I let Paris out, Paris chewed on her bone and then tried to get the whole thing in her mouth. The end result was puke on the floor. I again decided to shut down and digest the third P,

Peach Wine-It was from Georgia, so good! Bottle empty!

Amidst the three P's I talked to Jason at the hospital to give me some words of comfort during this trying time. I also spoke to Toot and Jason LeFebvre-did I spell that right?, who were fighting the computer universe in Warcraft. I made fun of their game and ranted on about nonsensical things. Me and Toot discussed her calling me when she woke up to go get breakfast before the Windsor adventure begins. Who knows who will call first-all I care about is getting my cereal in the morning! Night all!

The Good, The Bad, and The Barky

At the insistence of Aker (she held a gun to my head) I am now doing this blog/webpage here. Also at Aker's insistence (she held a knife to my throat) Paris was nominated for the first entry due to some issues I have been having lately with her. The Good-she is cute, I love her!, and she is awesome, The Bad-she impedes on Eric night when I am trying to watch all my shows!, and The Barky-if she does not have multiple walks she goes into a barking frenzy which again impedes on my tv time. Aker has created a solution of Jason and I taking her on walks which has been OK, except for a moment last night. I was trying to watch my One Tree Hill (OTH)marathon-more on that later!, and it began. She promptly got cage time so I could indulge in the emotions of Lucas and Peyton (OTH). Alas, she is like her father-playful and bitchy at times, others sedate and morose. And with that I have just published my first web blog-I feel nerdy.