Dogs - Mine, Hers, and Ours

Duck is fine. She turns 10 the 30th of this month and, aside from a little arthritis, is doing really well. Yes, she is still sleeping in the new chair.

Holly had surgery earlier this month to remove a tumor on her leg. It healed fine, all 12 stitches worth, and the tumor was benign. Hallelujah.

Julie's Bo still hates me and tries to eat my face. I still think he should be destroyed.

Lexi is just a sweetheart puppy. She is smart and charming and engaging and just on the edge of her destructive phase. It should be fun to watch!

Roxi is sick. Julie went to work the other night and thought Roxi looked "just not right". By morning, she was down. Her gums were colorless, as was her tongue and she was truly lethargic. A little bloodwork later and the diagnosis was - autoimmune hemolytic anemia. It's chronic, probably hereditary, and thankfully treatable. She got some Vitamin K, some antibiotics, and some steroids. This is her new regimen. She perked up some in the last few days, but not as quickly as Juls and I would like.

This leaves us with Bug. Bug received a visit from the dogcatcher yesterday. She cannot be in the front yard unconfined. She cannot be in the back yard because Roxi has decided that Bug looks like a Little Debbie Snack Cake. She cannot be at my house because my dogs don't like her, she doesn't like them and the neighbors have livestock. She is not, as a small animal killer, adoptable and would be destroyed if taken to our shelter.

Thus, she is tied up. We got her a new collar as she returned home collarless. We replaced her rabies tag so that the dogcatcher cannot use that as a reason to take her. We got her a stake-out chain and put it where she has access to all of her favorite spots in the yard. Keep her in your prayers, please. I cannot imagine a Bugless existence.