Toby had to go to the vet to have some cysts removed. In the process, they also removed his fur.
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Now he looks an awful lot like me with patches of hair missing.
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Mom, stop trying to take my picture already.
It looks like I have nipples on my back, and I don’t want anyone to see.
Where Toby used to be.
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While we were at the vet’s office, I read to Toby from a copy of Poopiter that is in the waiting area. He seemed strangely interested when I pointed to the picture at the back of the book of Geordie and him sleeping. (Between nostalgia and the cost of the visit…I really teared up.)
The thought of my overcrowded bookshelf weighed heavily on my mind, yet it was painful to consider giving away something as significant as a book. Still, I forced myself to start the difficult task and set aside a few volumes that I no longer needed.
Then I woke up.
Crap!!!
So sometimes you dream of the devil, and sometimes you dream about cleaning bookshelves? (Humans are so weird.)
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A book everyone should have on their shelves is Dream Our World! Inside, Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams as they view the world of art from a canine perspective.
What? Beta-carotene is good for you. It even makes your fur all nice and shiny.
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Come see what other mischief my boys have been up to by picking up a copy of Dream Our World! Inside the boys visit the museum of their dreams and view the world of art from a canine perspective.
If you want to give your life meaning, get a puppy.
(Specifically a Cairn terrier. We’re the best.)
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Bring meaning to your life by reading Dream Our World. Inside, Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams and view the world of art from a canine perspective.
Toby recently figured out where carrots come from, and I had to quickly harvest the whole crop if I wanted to have any myself.
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Carrots with Earth chocolate.
(Using the Vibrant Color setting on my camera didn’t change their appearance much at all, did it?)
When I sliced the big carrot into coins, they were as big as the palm of my hand.
Don’t worry, carrots. I’ll get to you next.
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Come see what my boys are up to when they are not stealing carrots. Inside Dream Our World, Bitey and Toby visit the Museum of the Imagination and view the world of art from a canine perspective. Dream Our World is fun for all ages!
Last week I had an appointment with my eye doctor. Unfortunately, the news wasn’t good. What I heard was:
You’re going blind!!
You have cataracts!
The Bell’s Palsy is irritating your eye!
You are diabetic!
Your prescription is off due to your blood sugar!
We can’t replace the lenses in your glasses!
Oh my gosh, did the doctor really say all of those things? No, but that is what I heard.
In reality, the doctor said that although my cataracts are worse than last year, they are still a young person’s cataracts. Also, they really can replace the lenses in my glasses despite me having rimless frames.
The other stuff has me upset, though. It appears that I have developed the familial inherited blindness. When I spoke to the doctor on Tuesday, the she didn’t think I needed to see a specialist about it yet, but after the week I’ve just had, I’m not sure. I plan to call her again this week. (The catch is that she is going out of town for a family situation and won’t be back until mid September.)
After checking my prescription, the eye doctor commented on how drastically different it was from the last time. What I took away from our conversation was that my eyes are acting like those of a diabetic. I had to go home and look up some of the terms she used, and it looks like I have had a number of diabetes symptoms….yet every doctor dismissed me when I talked about them. I am really confused because none of my blood test results ever came back that I have diabetes. Now I am afraid to eat anything. I feel like every carb is a threat.
One can’t help but be upset getting news like this. I know that it is possible that things may never progress or that as the BP improves, my symptoms in general will become less. For now, I fear that I will have another left turn coming up in my future. It seems like I’ve had nothing but left turns. I’ve had so many that I am constantly going in spirals instead of moving forward.
Sadly those real gobs of hair keep falling out, and I’ve already lost about half of what I started with. I asked the doctor if Lyme’s were responsible for the hair loss since it caused so much pain to my head, but she said it was just the trauma of being sick.
Last night I was glancing over my hospital discharge papers. On them was a note about my blood pressure being HIGH at 144/77. (Normally mine is so low that it is too low.) I Googled whether Lyme’s can cause high blood pressure, and – no surprise- it can. The disease infects every organ and can affect the heart. The article I read said that the tiredness and fatigue that comes with Lyme’s is due largely to how it affects the heart.
Hmm, so if Lyme’s can alter the way the heart works, can it influence the appetite as well? I was curious because I find myself only wanting bland, unseasoned food lately. Off I scurried to Google that as well. While Lyme’s doesn’t cause an aversion to spiced or seasoned food, it can and does upset the GI tract. It can cause this lovely condition called “The Bell’s Palsy of the Bowel” where it can create some wicked bad constipation by weakening the muscles that move food through the intestines. Some people self-medicate for months before realizing that this is the result of Lyme’s and not something else. By the way, there is no reason that I bring this up. No reason at all. However, you may want to buy stock in coconut water and laxatives.
So, there is more than one reason I drew our dear friend Jabba today. I feel as disgusting as he looks.
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Don’t look at me. I’m good at pooping.
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Come see what my boys have been up to by picking up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside, they visit the museum of their dreams and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Every year I have to have something odd show up in the garden (other than me, of course). This year I got a sunflower that reminds me of Jeff Dunham’s character Peanut.
Since I took this picture, the birds have eaten all of the seeds on this guy’s forehead, but they are leaving the regular-looking sunflowers alone. Maybe they are trying to make him look more like Achmed?
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Seriously, just pee on that thing, and let’s get back to what is more important.
Me.
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Come see what trouble my boys can get into Dream Our World. Inside they visit the Museum of the Imagination and view the world of art from a canine perspective all while enjoying a day of unsupervised fun!
I blame my mom for this. I mentioned to her that I could really go for a brownie or a piece of cake but I didn’t think I could open my mouth far enough to bite one. “Oh,” she said, “cakes and brownies smoosh up really easily. Smash, smash, smash and they are ready to eat!” Turns out she was right. Dip them in coffee, and they go down even easier. Sigh. When will I stop listening to my mom?
Huh? Did you say something?
I stopped listening to you a long time ago.
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To find out what more my boys do when they ignore me, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside Bitey and Toby view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 