Buddha Tagged Us as Funky!

Thanks, Buddha!

We tag Rusty, Tosca, Key West Collies and Johann!

Wuf Ya!

Are You a Cat or a Dog?

So, dogmom saw this on our new pal Rusty's blog... and thought it was appropriate for us to post it since we now supposedly have a cat living in our household. At least, until I can unstuff it for her...

OPIE...

You Are: 20% Dog, 80% Cat

You are are almost exactly like a cat. You're intelligent, independent, and set on getting your way. And there's no way you're going to fetch a paper for anyone!

GOMER...

You Are: 80% Dog, 20% Cat

You and dogs definitely have a lot in common. You're both goofy, happy, and content with the small things in life. However, you're definitely not as needy as the average dog. You need your down time occasionally.

DogMom...

You Are: 50% Dog, 50% Cat

You are a nice blend of cat and dog. You're playful but not too needy. And you're friendly but careful. And while you have your moody moments, you're too happy to stay upset for long.

Floyd...

You Are: 50% Dog, 50% Cat

You are a nice blend of cat and dog. You're playful but not too needy. And you're friendly but careful. And while you have your moody moments, you're too happy to stay upset for long.

Are You More Cat or Dog?

This prompts a few questions...

• Is that why dogmom says that Opie and me together make up one dog?
• Do you think dogmom likes Floyd best because he has the same score as she does?
• What does this mean in terms of our trying to unstuff and eat the kitten?

Wuf Ya!

Dogmom Needs Help!

Ok, so dogmom says that title is unfair and unnecessary and untrue. But, from our perspective...

Hey, don't bring me into this. I think all is grand and I actually like the thing living in the bathroom. It's got a stripey tail. It's you that needs help, dufus-goofball. - Opie

Wuf-up, dopester.

As I was saying, dogmom needs help. She brought this thing home to live in our bathroom. Well, really, she says it's not supposed to live in the bathroom forever. That, ideally, we would like the thing and that it would become a member of our family and we would be able to post videos like Tosca of how well we all get along at our house. (It does have a stripey tail.)

Well, I'm not falling for that. Maybe Opie likes the thing. But he's a dopester. Even though everybody thought he would be the problem child when it comes to accepting new housemates, especially like the one living in our bathroom. He's supposed to be a hunting dog, after all. Fat chance... he's afraid of loud noises. And, have you ever seen a hunting dog wearing a sweatshirt because he's cold? 'Course not!

But, I doggress.

Anypaw, dogmom keeps trying to let us see and smell this new thing living in the bathroom. I mean, it's totally not fair. She either puts it in a crate or she makes us wear the dreaded basket muzzles... And then she gets really upset with me when I try to bite it or scare it away. "It's liiiiittle," she says. "It's maaaaah-mee's, leeeeeave it," she says. And then, she brings out the worst one.... "Go-mee! That's naaaaht approh-preee-ate!"

Can you believe she actually uses that one? I mean, I just sulk away and hide when she says that. That at least makes her feel bad. I really gotta get that thing out of the bathroom so I can unstuff it.

Anypaws, I still don't know what this thing is. It smells funny. It pees and poops in a box. A smelly box, I might add, that makes me sneeze. It has tiny little dishes for food and water that I can clean out with one tongue swipe. And... it's sleeping in my crate.

Help me, somebody! Um, er, well, I mean... Help Dogmom, Somebody! Soon!

Wuf Ya! - Gomer

Top Dogs!

Ok, so there hasn't really been much change since last year... except that bulldogs got bully and pushed the Schnauzers out of the top 10...

The AKC revealed the registration statistics for the top 10 breeds yesterday (*Top 10*) ...

Here goes:

RANKING
BREED	2007	2006	2002	1997
Retrievers (Labrador)	1	1	1	1
Yorkshire Terriers	2	2	6	9
German Shepherd Dogs	3	3	3	3
Retrievers (Golden)	4	4	2	4
Beagles	5	5	4	6
Boxers	6	7	7	13
Dachshunds	7	6	5	7
Poodles	8	8	8	5
ShihTzu	9	9	10	11
Bulldogs	10	12	18	26

Once again... Opie didn't even come close...

Wuf Ya - Gomer

Update - Opie's Benign!

Anyways, I think that's what dogmom said. It's good, right?

I think that means he's insignificant and compassionate and kind, right?

Anyways, the lab said the tumor is all gone from his mouth 'cuz Dr. Kate did such a good job of taking it out and that it doesn't have any of that nasty "C-word" stuff in it.

Yay! - He's going to be around for a lot longer for me to harass and chase and steal food from.

Not to mention I'll have help figuring out what's in the bathroom!

Wuf Ya - Gomer

There's Something Living in Our Bathroom (Again)

So, dogs. Something's up. This really funky smell came home with Opie from the hospital on Monday night.

I mean, it's even smellier than Opie is usually.

And, no, it doesn't seem to be after-effects of the anesthesia. We're kind of used to that around our house.

And, no, before you say it, Tosca-Girl... he didn't belch out of his backside. (That's MY job - Gomey.)

And, well, it's not like the bunny smell that overtook the bathroom in July.

We're not sure what it is.

Dogmom says it's adorable and cute. But, how can a smell be adorable and cute?

Wuf Ya!

Good Wishes from Bruce...

Buddha and his foster-brother Bruce have sent Opie some good wishes:


We're sure Opie would say "Thanks!" if his mouth wasn't so swollen and he wasn't under the influence of morphine...

Dogmom's on her way to pick him up at Pet Crossing shortly!
Wuf Ya!

Opie Twoofers Update!

So, Opie's still in surgery with Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing. But, they just called dogmom with an update.

The growth on his gum and that twoofer is going to be sent to the lab for testing, but Dr. Kate doesn't think it looks as bad as she thought it did in the pictures that dogmom showed her. So, it's probably NOT cancer, but just an infection sort of thing.

Opie had to have two of his twoofers pulled out on the upper left side of his mouth, where the infection is. Cuz those two twoofers were broken, too. And then his canine tooth that you see in the picture that has a chip on it... well, that one had a pulpotomy a couple of years ago at the U of MN. It is unstable and there's bacteria growing in there now too. So, Opie has to have a root canal done on that tooth, or have it pulled out.

Dogmom voted to have the root canal done.

Anyways, dogmom is convinced that we're scheming to have just one set of teeth between the two of us. Whenever I have a top tooth fixed, Opie has a bottom tooth fixed. If I have two bottom teeth on my right side pulled out, Opie has two top teeth on his left side pulled out. At least that's what it seems like to her.

Wuf Ya!

Paws Together Now ...

Hey, dogs, it's me, Gomer. I'm baaaacckkk!

And, my twofers feel much better, thanks. I have to go back to see Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing on Wednesday for my recheck appointment. I'm sure Dr. Kate will think I'm doing great and can go back to eating crunchy food and playing with my toys and stuff.

But, that's not why I'm posting today. I'm posting to ask you all to put your paws together and say a prayer or send good vibes to the Dopey Opie today. He's at Pet Crossing to get his twofers fixed. He has that nasty growth on his gums that will have to come off.

And then they're going to send it somewhere to be biopsied and examined or something. Dogmom seems a little bit worried about it... not too bad, but worried. It could be cancer. That means that Opie could lose some twofers, like I did. But he could also lose some of his jawbone and tissue and stuff.

Anyways, we'll post an update after he gets out of surgery this afternoon.

Wuf Ya!

Opie's Twoofer Twoubles...

Be prepared to be grossed out, dawgs... (aka, if you tend to be grossed out by stuff, don't look at this picture.)

Here's a picture of the growth on Opie's twoofer that means he has to go see Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing on Monday. (Dogmom said she's sorry they're blurry... he didn't want to let her take the pictures!)














Wish him luck!
Wuf Ya!

Opie's Turn...

Yo dawgs! Opie here...

Gomer's on the mend, getting spoiled with softened food.

I hate it when the Gomer has tooth surgery. It means that the lid goes on the basket with the chew bones. It means the toy basket gets put inside the closet. It means we get yelled at when we try to play chasing games in the house. It means he gets extra treats with his softened food... even though dogmom calls the extra treats his "medicine."

We all know what that really means, right?

Well, I'm gonna get back at him and the dogmom this time.

See, I get to go in to see Dr. Kate at Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic next week on Monday. Then it will be MY turn... for the special "medicine" treats... for the soft food... for the extra hugs and kisses from dogmom.

No, I didn't break any twoofers. Gomer has the market cornered on that routine.

I, instead, grew some extra gum tissue in my mouth. It is practically covering one of my twoofers. It doesn't really bother me... not that I would let on if it did.

But the dogmom and Dr. Kate think that it might be cancer. And, definitely an absess on that tooth. So, I'm gonna go in and get those fun drugs that make me sleepy and then when I wake up everybody hugs me and coddles me and pays attention to me.

Sounds like a great plan, dontcha think?

Wuf Ya - Opie