Poor Mr. Poo

Mr. Poo barked at 0300 hrs this morning (I didn't hear him), and the Ol' Man told him to Shut Up...which was the wrong thing to do. The Hound of the Baskervilles doesn't normally bark at 0300, which should have been the first clue. Second clue should have been that the dog hasn't been feeling up to snuff lately. After a few minutes, the dog did "shut up"...and then hit the ghastly smell. On go the lights to illuminate the liquid poo all over the carpet. Yeah...we were up at O dark thirty trying to clean up, pardon the pun, a sh*tload of poo off the carpet. The dogs went into their crates (in the garage) for what was left of the night.

Fast forward to 0600. More barking from Mr. Poo. By now we know what that means. More liquid poo in the crate, which is better/easier to clean up than the carpet in the bedroom. However, being in the garage does not negate the fact that it still has to be cleaned up, and the dog needs a bath. Take him for a walk, more diarrhea and projectile vomiting.

Skip to 0900. Call the vet (thank the gods their open on Saturdays). Vet Shirley says not much she can do but give him some meds to control the diarrhea. Keep him quite, no food, plenty of water.

Poor Mr. Poo. Could it have been the peanuts? The pig ear? Some canine bug going around? He seems peppy enough now. We'll follow the vet's advice, medicate and keep him crated for a day or two. Stand by

I woul have liked to sleep in

However, the lady Hound of the Baskervilles determined it was not to be so. Her pretty little face peeked over the side of the bed, and she informed me it was time to get up. She then proceeded to lick my face, in a way, I suppose, of apologizing for the rude interruption of my sleep. As sorry as she seemed to be, she still insisted that I get up. What that little lady wants, that little lady gets. I got up...earlier than I wanted to. It's probably not a terribly bad thing, though. I've got enough to do today anyway....

Death and Taxes...

Or, maybe it's just taxes...

http://www.investors.com/NewsAndAnalysis/Article.aspx?id=541131

This is a pretty eye-opening article on how the American public is going to be royally HOSED on taxes come 2011. The Titanic comes to mind once again...the water is GUSHING, and no one knows, yet, that the boat is going to sink. Well, we're going to find out soon enough...

My dogs

My feet hurt, right heel to be specific. I've got a Dr's appointment today, so I hope I'll find out what the skinny is. I did some "research" on the Internet, and I came up with Plantar Fasciitis. I don't know if that's what it is...but maybe the doc will shed some light. I'll keep you updated.

Another great thing about Obamacare....

MORE TAXES! MORE TAXES! MORE TAXES! MORE TAXES! MORE TAXES!

According to ABC - "Gold Coin Sellers Angered by New Tax Law
- Amendment Slipped Into Health Care Legislation Would Track, Tax Coin and Bullion Transactions"

http://abcnews.go.com/Business/gold-coin-dealers-decry-tax-law/story?id=11211611

Can anyone tell me what earthly connection buying and selling gold has with health care? No wonder this "slipped' through, seeing's how the "Health care legislation" was, what...2800(+) pages? You can't tell me that all those elected officials who voted Yes READ, much less UNDERSTOOD the legislation they were voting on.

I got an e-mail from my M-I-L that had a picture of a calendar page - November 2. The notation on the page was "Don't forget to take the trash out". Damn Skippy. We need to get rid of all incumbents...ALL incumbents.

Enough already with more and MORE and MORE taxes! I'm a FAIR TAX proponent...check it out: http://www.fairtax.org/site/PageServer

Update on Mr. Poo

The vet was perplexed. She couldn't say what the matter with him was. He's peppy and back to his old self. She said it wasn't Lyme (otherwise he would have still been "sick") - she took his temp (normal), checked his tummy and joints, etc., and he got an OK. She said it might have been something he ate, the heat, or just a bug. Anyhoo...his tail's riding high and he's playing with Perle Ray. His appetite is back to normal. Whew...!

Poor Puppers

The Hound of the Baskervilles caught Lyme disease from a tick last year...pretty scary stuff. Last night, it seemed like he had a recurrence. Poor Puppers...he could barely walk, had liquid poo, and didn't want to eat anything. I called the emergency Vet, and he said keep him quiet, and call your vet in the morning. The HOB was much better this am, but still not his peppy self, so I called our vet and have an appointment at 10:45. I don't know if Lyme is a recurring/remission kind of disease, but I know that once dogs have it, it's in their system forever. Poor Mr. Poo...he was moving like he was 100 years old with arthritis...it broke my heart. I'm glad he's doing better this morning, but he's still going to the vet. Makes me think about when he gets "old". Rotties only live about (max) 10 (ish) years...it's going to be so sad when he dies. One of the pitfalls of owning a pet, I suppose....