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

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!

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!

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!

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!

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!

Helping Dogmom ...

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

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

or

laying in front of the fireplace...

or

going to Dog Pad to play...

or

...

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

Wuf Ya!

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!

Waiting...

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!

Boring!

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!