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So, yeah. Think it's time to change dog food.

Which, in a way, is a reality check.

Few weeks ago, Dillon and Charlie had a really bad stomach virus. Then Dillon hurt his leg (or so i thought) and had trouble walking, getting up on beds/couches.

Few weeks later, Dillon's still stumbling around like he's had too much to drink, can't drag himself onto a couch, and prefers lying down to standing for over a minute.

So i'm going to switch them from sensitive stomach to senior longevity food. Kick up the immune system, have some joint support, antioxidents, etc.

I mean, yeah, i've said this before, but i think age is catching up to Dillon. His fur is losing health..it's more..scruffy/grungy. He lost about 4-5 lbs, and you can tell. Even my dad, who knows jackshit about dogs, was able to comment about feeling Dillon's ribs. He's thin.

And for those who know Dillon, he doesn't lack an appetite.

However, on a behavioral standpoint, the interesting part.

Dogs are freaking amazing. The pack mentality.

When i let them out of the crate, Charlie instantly presses himself against Dillon's side, keeping to Dillon's speed as a means of support, and will only put space between them when Dillon decides.

At night, Charlie will go to jump on the bed, then stop, and wait until i lift Dillon onto the bed, before coming up.

They're near inseparable, those two. Their whole lives, i mean, but..

Hooray. Dog food.

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Side note. Little emotional today.

Grandma's birthday.

Gotta write up an article for the examiner.

Clean.

Get out a bit.

Get food for the house.

 

I need reading material.

And more entertainment. Or, as i coined it yesterday, 'Plane-tertainment.'

Possibly a new computer bag, cause this one's gonna be a bitch to stuff the important Plane-tertainment with.

I've never been good at packing, but since i moved to AZ, all trips to NY have been too short that i didn't have to worry about it. A few days, if anything.

This time around, it's over a week. And that's pretty bad ass.

Speaking of badass, John Barrowman's new album came out March 1st. It's all Broadway stuff. I need it.



Today, i called Charlie a BAMF. I'm not sure why. I just..did.

I've always kept them closed off behind a kitchen gate, because they had a tendency of marking the carpet in the living room in Phoenix.

But lately i've been taking them on a walk, then letting them around..just not upstairs.

So last night, i'm in my room, and i can't find Charlie. Mom's all, "He's in the living room with us, sleeping."

Again, this morning, i got out of a shower, and i'm like, 'great. Where's Charlie?" Dillon's asleep on my bed.

Charlie was by himself in the living room, just chilling out.

So i went "Charlie, you're a BAMF. You are a bad ass mother fucker."

I don't know why, though.


Speaking of the BAMFness, last night dad alerted me to the fact that 'Bright Young Things' was about to start on TV.

No, Dad's not the bamf-ness. Stephen Fry is.


Also. Job searching in NY. That sounds pretty BAMFery to me. Thinking i'll contact Dr. Selmer (Original vet) ..maybe he's got some leads for me. Before i left NY, he told me if i ever needed a reference, he'd be honored to write one up.
 

And that was before i was all...Veterinaryish.

OH \o/ \o/ YAY

 I can haz reserchez too!

But...here's to hoping it won't come to that.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Damn financial shit. I have a love-hate relationship for my decision to take the 9 month vet. assisting course. Knowledge is power...unless you can't do a damn thing about it.

Besides, well..the obvious.. money and crap. I can't afford (personally) to be one of those people who puts the veterinary world in jeopardy because they can't afford to take their pets to the vet.

But, it's reality. The dogs are overdue on their vaccinations, which could be worse... Dillon's of age that a DVM won't push to vaccinate..but boarding facilities aren't so lenient. They want the papers, or no go.

It's Charlie that kills me, every day. Even lying around reduces him to the constant panting, snorting, struggling for the right amount of oxygen. He can't relax for decent periods of time, because he wakes himself up...like freakin apnea. A short walk leaves him panting and breathing heavily/snort-gurgling for over an hour after.

He loves playing, loves fetch, loves to run, but can we take him to the dog park? No.

There are times where he's breathing so hard i can actually feel how tight his throat is, trying to freakin' breathe. How his eyes bulge (more than usual), and his gums are dark blue-ish, and continue on that route.

Cyanotic. An animal isn't getting enough oxygen.

Yet, like every dog, it doesn't faze him from living life. He licks...obsessively. He plays fetch in the house. He's quirky. I've done my research on elongated soft palates. Would be nice of the world to put up some info in dogs that aren't *puppies*.

I need to do...something. I've started my dog walking/sitting business. I'll be starting a job at an animal hospital once they stop being ass-hats and get on it. February is a long time to drag someone around, i think.

Have some damn respect.

But i'm going to pull as much weight as i can without dropping dead. I'll work more shifts...whatever.

I don't really care.

When a parent will move mountains for their kids...no matter what the cost...it's no different with people.

Only..some people will sooner put down a dog than pay a bill.

Craziest part of this? Behavior wise, he's more balanced than Dillon. *snorts*

/Ramble