The 6 Little Pomeranian Puffballs

A few quick lines and pictures of the new pom pups. The bottom 2 pictures were taken when the pups were a week and two days old. The top 2 pictures are at 2 weeks old. Elaine told me that their eyes are open and they can stand and get around a bit now. They fall over a lot and they are starting to interact with each other. She says the pups are licking or sucking on each others ears. Teresa is at their beck and call, nursing them at the slightest squeak. What a good mother. I can't wait to see the pom puffs in person. Holding them in the palm of my hand, so tiny and cute. Look who needs a forever home. I hope I can resist the sweet loving looks from such warm cuteness.

Teresa the Pomeranian has her Pups

Teresa has a pile of Pom pups recently, all appears well in pupville. Quinton and family were down from the farm and while his parents were out purchasing wood pellets, Quinton was showing off his writing skills. Sometime later, I asked him to draw a picture of Roger (his imaginary friend). He drew a circle, then added two eyes - one bigger than the other, drew a crooked smile. He added two stick legs to the head. Quinton looked at the finished portrait and laughed and said "He has no neck." We had a good laugh over this and continued to write and draw. 

Lately, I have had several dreams where I am vacationing and taking pictures of the local sights. This is very relaxing and it saves on time and money but I can't download the pictures from my dream camera.

Lead Belly and Garbage Farts

I've always called it lead belly. The feeling that what ever is sitting in your stomach feels like a lead bowling ball and not moving at all. Family day started out great, David and family were coming down from the farm, Trista was coming in from Hamilton and the sun was shining. I had a bit of a off feeling early on but didn't much pay attention to it. Then at the mall I started to feel sick. Nothing says fun like breaking into a sweat thinking that you might hurl the contents of your stomach for all to see. I think I made my self feel worse by wearing a heavy winter coat in the mall causing me to overheat. I didn't get sick but it was always on that edge. The day went fairly well as I fended off a headache for the most part.

Now I wouldn't be mentioning it but my dog Lincoln did get sick, twice. I found the first small pool by his water bowl. I thought about not cleaning it up and saving my stomach some turns but what if somebody slipped in it. Darn funny yes, but what if it was me? I would be laughing until someone joined in and started pointing at my puke drenched body. 

As I  was playing on the computer, I heard this oily, gurgly sound, I look behind me and there is Lincoln staring down at a huge pool of vomit. Using a dust pan to scoop up the puke puddle, Lincoln starts to hork again. I ran him in the bathroom and made him stay in the bathtub with the theory that if he has to throw up again what better place. I left him there and went back to cleaning up, trying not to think of what I was doing. Lincoln is feeling fine today except for the horrendous garbage farts he keeps leaving.  

On a lighter note, Lincoln went to the vet for a followup and no more itchy spots and no more trying to hide antibiotics in cheese. I did get him a heated bed with 3 inches of foam to use in the basement. He was having a bit of trouble getting up after sleeping on the cold floor. Luckly,  I had a stack of Canadian Tire money to offset the price of the bed. The bed seems to help and the picture shows how comfortable Lincoln is. The only thing you can't see is my face reacting to yet another Lincoln garbage fart.

Lincoln and the Missing Paw

It started out as a case of the fleas. We found the little bloodsuckers in October and went on a kill and destroy mission for months. There is nothing weirder than seeing this bug on the belly of a dog. It looks like they are swimming or skating on the skin in swirling patterns, almost hypnotic but very creepy. They are fast and hide well and make you feel itchy from afar. Nasty little creatures but crunch very satisfactorily between your nails. After a vet visit and two applications of a flea control medication the bugs were gone. Then a sore appeared on Lincoln's belly. I thought it was a fleabite that was infected so I applied an antibiotic cream to it and it disappeared. Much later I noticed more crusty spots, personally it looked like bird crap on a redden area. I bathed Lincoln incase it was a reaction to the flea medication. It seemed to help but not totally. I got a special antibiotic shampoo and made poor Lincoln endure weekly baths. I even got him a spray to treat the itchiness, which he hated and he would run and hide to avoid the strong smell.

Then I had a dream that he lost all the hair from his neck down except a fringe around his lower torso. In the dream I saw him walking around near hairless when his left front paw fell off. There he was walking on a leg bone with a dried out paw sitting on the floor. I cried non-stop till I finally woke up. That day I booked an appointment for the vet.

We planned the visit like a kidnapping. Get Lincoln in the van, he is happy relaxed, pick up my nephew Kevin, close to the vet snap on the lead, park in front of the vet office, slide open the van door, run Lincoln straight in then park the van. On the home, reverse it so the van sits in front motor running and Kevin runs out to the van with the dog pushes him in and the van takes off towards a parking lot while I pay the bill. Very co-coordinated, all that was missing was the ransom note.

For the actually visit Lincoln has a bacterial skin infection, nothing contagious, and fixed by a week of antibiotics. Lincoln was very good there but shook like a leaf the entire time. He even lay down with his belly showing for the vet to look at his under carriage. He got his dog shots, got weighed, needs to lose a pound or two and it was back to the van and home again.

Next week is the follow up appointment. Must book the get away car.