Thursday, December 27, 2007

Gomer's Dentistry

Hi Dawgs!

You all 'member that dogmom is going to school to learn how to be a veterinary nurse, right? Well, she wants to show you some of the pictures and xrays that we took of Gomer's twoofers while he was getting them fixed by Dr. Kate and Eliza and Sandy at Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic yesterday.

First, remember the picture that made dogmom think that Gomer only had two broken twoofers? You can see it by clicking here. See how it looks like only the one twoofer is broken?

Surprise! Look at the xray photo below.
See how the middle tooth is actually broken into two pieces underneath the gumline? Gomey said that really hurt.

Anypaws, here's a picture of the broken twoofer on the lower right side of his mouth and it's corresponding xray.

Yikes! That looks like it really hurt, doesn't it?

Anypaws, so Gomey got three teeth pulled instead of two. And, he has to wear the famous basket mask again (Photo here). Ha!

Wuf Ya!

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas Despite the Creeps!

Sorry we haven't posted for a little while, dog-blogging buddies. Dogmom's been kind of hogging the computer and the phone the past couple of days.

She was supposed to go to Ohio to visit all our cousins and her nieces and nephews and brothers and sisters and Siti (the dogmom's mom). And we were supposed to spend a few days with Tory at Dog Pad. But our plans got changed.

Dogmom dropped us off at Dog Pad on Sunday night about 4:30 p.m. Then, she told us she was going to stop by the newspaper office and print out her boarding pass and we were going to stay at Dog Pad till Wednesday morning.

But then, on Monday morning, she came and picked us up. She seemed kind of stressed out, but overall in a pretty good mood. She really seemed to miss us a lot. We jumped in the truck and it was different. I mean, our futon mattress was still in the back. And it looked basically the same. But Opie noticed first that when he tried to lick the window it was different. Not a window at all, really. But plastic. Yuck!

Anypaws, dogmom told us that when she went into the office at 5:10 p.m. Sunday night, somebody broke our window on the truck while she was inside the office (all of 10 minutes). And they stole dogmom's winter coat. And they stole dogmom's purse. And they stole some Target bags with some last minute presents in them. But they left the cow ears and tee shirts that Tory gave us!

Anypaws, dogmom called the police and they were there by 5:30 p.m. She said she spent the next five hours calling the credit card companies and the bank and everything. Did we mention how much she hates being put on hold and how much she hates automated menus that don't work right? Well, she does.

Anypaws, she came to pick us up Monday morning instead of tomorrow. Not that we mind.

She says she really appreciates our neighbor Dan, for coming over with his shop vac and some plastic to vacuum all the glass out of the truck and to put the plastic on the window so we don't get as cold driving in the cold. (Did we mention it's 9 degrees outside?)

And, she appreciates Melissa and Spencer for inviting her to a wonderful Christmas Eve dinner at their house since she couldn't go to Ohio. And for giving her some presents and letting her see their daughter Amelia open her presents.

And, she appreciates the efficiency of the credit card company and the bank for closing her accounts and fixing her up with new ones so fast. (Even though the perpetrators had charged more than $6000 in about an hour and a half... not counting any checks they might try to write with her checkbook.)

And, she's glad the license bureau and our bank branch was open on Christmas Eve morning so she could get a replacement license and a new money account opened.

And, she appreciates our landlord, Jimi, for coming to change the locks on the townhouse even though they're expecting a new baby any minute.

And, she appreciates Tory and Essex and Deacon and Joe and Tosca and Mojo and Tosca's mom and Buddha and his dogmom for all their moral support.

Dogmom says we should say our prayers for the people who did this... cuz they really need them.

Wuf Ya!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

We Got Presents!

No, not from dogmom... We got some presents from our landlords!

Yup. We wuf them even though we haven't really met them yet. Only dogmom. But, she says they're nice, so we'll go with that.
Anyways, look... here are Opie and me chewing on the rawhide and pighide braids that our landlords got us! YUM!

But, guess what else!?!
We also got a great grasshopper tug-toy from them!
We're having lots of fun playing with our new grasshopper tug-toy!

Dogmom got some nice-smelling bath oil and lotion from our landlords, too. She likes it.
Wuf Ya!

Thursday, December 20, 2007

How Did Gomey Break His Twoofs?

The inquiring Key West Collies and their dogdad want to know how the Gomer broke his two toothies. Dogmom said sarcastically that if she knew that, we wouldn't keep breaking them. That, and she thinks he does it on purpose so that he can go see Dr. Kate.

Anypaws, what we think is that since he was in the dumpster as a puppy and he was starving to death when dogmom found him that he probably didn't get the right 'trition to make his toothies grow nice and strong. He was very very little (about 3 months old) in the dumpster. Dogmom adopted him when he was 5 months old and he had already lost all his puppy teeth but didn't have all his big-boy teeth grown in yet.

Anypaws, he has lots of fractures in his enamel and so that makes it easier to break them. We don't think he eats rocks. He sometimes likes to play tug-toy with dogmom and with Opie. And he doesn't really like to chew on retriever rolls.

Anypaws, he just has soft teefers and keeps breaking them. Dogmom's tempted to just pull them all out at the doggie dentist (Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing!) and give him mush for the rest of his life.

Opie thinks that would be ok...

Wuf Ya!

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Gomey Broke Another Tooth!

Gomey has to go see Dr. Kate today. He broke another tooth... See it?

Update... Gomey actually broke TWO toofers, the one in the picture and one on the side of his mouth, too.

So he has to go get some more surgery on the day after Christmas. Dogmom says she's taking donations...

Wuf Ya!

Monday, December 17, 2007

Helping Dogmom ...

So, we've been busy helping dogmom do her exercises for therapy.

Well, when we weren't busy taking a nap...


laying in front of the fireplace...


going to Dog Pad to play...



See... here's how we're showing her how she should try to stretch her arm and shoulder out straight...

Wuf Ya!

Friday, December 14, 2007

Dogmom's Going Back to the Doctor

Geesh, dogs. Next time she starts complaining that we spend too much time at the doctor, we gotta remind her about this whole arm thing she's milking to the hilt.

Anyways, the talking phone said that the MRI said that she has severe tendonitis in her shoulder and a partial tear in her rotator cuff. We think all that means is that she seems to have to throw the balls with the wrong hand and that she can't brush our teeth very well.

Oh, and she doesn't seem to be bringing the big green monster out of the closet every day. Please don't tell her!

Anyhow, when she left for work this morning and gave us our cookies, she said she would be home early but first she has to go and talk to the doctor. We didn't quite understand what she said. Something about the topeedic surgeon. I thought she did research, but I didn't know she did torpedoes. Anydog, she's hoping the topeedic surgeon says that she doesn't need a knife (she's got lots of them in the drawer, we know), but instead she'll just have to get some therapy.

We've known she's needed therapy for a long time. Silly humans. It takes them so long to figure stuff out.

Maybe she should go see Dr. Kate. When we go see Dr. Kate, it doesn't take her nearly this long to figure out what's wrong with us and fix it or give dogmom medicines that make us feel better.

Wuf Ya!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


We're still waiting with the dogmom to hear what the doctors have to say about her arm not working.

We tried to call the doctor, but our paws couldn't dial on the cell phone.

When she was sleeping, Gomer tried to bury the dogmom in all our toys and balls to make her feel better.

Opie's been sitting still (can you imagine it???) and laying his head on dogmom's lap and staring at her to make her laugh out loud.

We didn't jump on the counter or steal food from the kitchen or tear the blankets off the bed - not once - this past weekend.

What else should we try, dogs?

Wuf Y!

Saturday, December 08, 2007


It's very boring at our house. The dogmom hurt herself, so we don't get to play ball with her or anything. She stayed home from work on Friday, which was kind of a bummer since we usually go to her work with her on Fridays so that Tory at Dog Pad comes with the big blue bus and picks us up at the office and takes us to Dog Pad to play.

But we didn't get to go to work... so we missed the bus.

She said on Thursday that she was going to the doctor. So we got excited, 'cuz that usually means that one of us goes to see Dr. Kate or Dr. Hollee or even Dr. Amanda or Dr. Mary. But no, she left without us.

Then, she comes home and talks on the phone. We think there's something wrong, because dogmom keeps talking in letters instead of using her words. What is an X ray? What is an M. R. I. ? And she talks about bursa and about rotator cuffs. What in the world is that? I did hear her say that her bones are fine.

Then why can't she move her arm?

Anyways, what this all means for us is that she's not taking us for walks... and she's not throwing us our toys or our balls in the house. And she's not brushing us or brushing our teeth. (Well, she tried, but she was using the wrong hand and we didn't like it. Since she couldn't grab us, we just ran away.)

Worst thing? She won't let us cuddle up on the couch and lay on top of her like we usually do.

Any suggestions?

Wuf Ya!

Sunday, December 02, 2007

What Reindeer are You?

Thanks to the Key West Collies ( for this one...

You Are Dasher

You're an independent minded reindeer who never plays by the rules.

Why You're Naughty: That little coup you tried to stage against Santa last year

Why You're Nice: You secretly give naughty children presents.

You Are Comet

A total daredevil, you're the reindeer with an edge!

Why You're Naughty: You almost gave Santa a heart attack when you took him sky diving

Why You're Nice: You always make sure the sleigh is going warp speed

Wuf Ya!

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Today Might Be Opie's Birthday!

Dogmom usually celebrates our adoption day and not our birthday, because we don't really know when our birthday was. But, Opie was about 9 months old or so when dogmom adopted him on August 1, 2001, so we think that today might be his birthday. That means he's seven years old today.
Look at the goofball... how old do you think he is?
Wuf Ya!