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Sick As A Dog

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Ash and Tess

Our world has been goofy lately. Mom was making strange sounds. One morning she couldn’t talk.

That was fine by us. She couldn’t tell us no or interrupt us when we were making too much noise. Oh, she would shake her finger at us but we just ignored her.

She tried explaining that she had the flu but we weren’t buying it. Mom still got up when we told her to and made us breakfast. But then she didn’t want to go outside and play.

I brought her all sorts of dirty laundry to cheer her up. Tess curled up on the couch with her and Jack just stood and stared at her. We were sort of worried about her but didn’t know what to do.

Finally mom decided  she wasn’t getting better so us dogs took her to see her vet. Mom came out with some pills and cough syrup. Tess was really glad mom was gonna stop coughing because all that hacking kept Tess awake at night.

I know it sounds kinda selfish. Us dogs are so used to mom taking care of us and we’re not too good at taking care of her.

We figured out if we wanted to hang with mom we were gonna have to take a nap with her. So every afternoon while she was sick we all had a time out. It wasn’t much fun but at least we were together.

Good thing our lives are back to normal now. We have lessons to catch up on. Mom says we have to make up the ones we missed. Tess isn’t liking the idea of so much schooling. Stay tuned ’cause I’m learning some silly fun pet tricks. Gotta run!

Ash

 

 

 

Jack

All For Me

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Jack's Mug Shot

This is my mug shot from the shelter. They took it right after I was arrested in September 2009. I was kinda skinny, had pussy eyes and lots of fleas.

Here’s another picture of me taken in the summer of 2010. I’m standing in my front yard at Asherpark.

Jack

You can see my eyes are clear, my fur shines and my ribs don’t show. I think I’ll always have that watery look around my eyes. People say it makes me look sad. I think it’s kinda weird that my “dry eye” condition makes my eyes water.

Lately I’ve been having a few health problems. My bad ear is infected and I’ve got an allergy going. I scratch all the time. I worry I’m causing a lot of trouble. Every night I get eye drops, ear drops and a pill for scratching.

Yesterday I went to a groomer for the first time in my life. She brushed out my loose undercoat and scrubbed me with sea salt to get rid of my dandruff. Then I got washed with some fancy shampoo. The lady used a blow dryer to make me look sleek.

I couldn’t believe all the fuss people made over me. They knew I was deaf but they kept talking to me anyway. Good thing I can read lips. The groomer told me I was wonderful and brave and looked very handsome after my spa treatment.

In the afternoon I went to see Dr. Brad. He said my bad ear still wasn’t healed up so I have to continue with my ear drops. I got more allergy pills and some lotion to help me stop scratching.

When I got home from the vet I was so tired I fell asleep and started dreaming. I dreamed I had a forever home. In my dream people fussed over me and made me feel important. I knew someone truly cared about me. Despite my old dog problems, I was still a valued member of the pack.

I awoke to Tess smelling my bad ear. Ash barked at me to get up for dinner. My people rubbed my head and told me they loved me. That’s when I realized I wasn’t just dreaming. I was living my dream. The trip to the groomer and the vet were all for me. Me, Jack, a worn out old mutt. A happy mutt. I’m barking thank you to the universe.

Jack

 

 

 

Asher

Concatenation

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Asher

What the heck is concatenation? It’s a new word we learned. Before we looked it up me and Tess tried guessing what it means.

Concatenation has “cat” in it so Tess figured it was a nasty word. I saw “cat” and “nation” preceded by “con.”  I guessed it meant opposition to a cat nation. That would be Tess!

But when mom looked it up it wasn’t what we thought at all. Dictionary.com says concatenation means a string of things depending on each other, as if linked together. Wow, that’s the perfect word to describe how my life turned out the way it did.

It’s a long string of things but here’s how it goes. When Codie was a baby mom took her to see our friend Joani. In front of Joani’s house she met Carole, who was walking Reno. Yup, Reno was an Australian Shepherd puppy just like Codie. One thing led to another and soon mom and Carole were good friends.

Fast forward thirteen years. Reno is gone and Carole is ready for a new puppy. Carole tells mom about this blue merle puppy (me) in northeast Washington. Carole has already picked out her puppy Arrow. Mom and Carole drive to see the puppies and bingo! Me, Asher, is spoken for. Did I tell you Asher was the seventh son of Jacob and was promised a life of fulfillment?

Now we come home to Seattle. I lived with Codie in a real busy part of the city. Mom said city life was too hectic. She wanted to live in the country with chickens, goats and lots of mutts.

One day mom puts the wrong county in her online search for a new home. Up jumps Asherpark! Mom said she knew from the picture that was our home, but somebody else was living there. So we had to do all the financial stuff, sell our old house and move to the country.

Now we live in paradise, otherwise known as Asherpark. Funny, huh? Just remember, concatenation can be at work when you don’t even know it. Think about it.