Color coordinated

See, it kinda goes like this. I've been losing my hair, so my parents took me to the vet to see what's what.

Dr. Essig had to take some blood for tests, hence the yellow bandage. Pretty cool color match, eh?


So they think I have this condition where I'm getting too much cortisol into my system. It's like being stressed out.

Dr. Essig will do a more in-depth test when my parents return from vacation. And if so, there is a pretty straightforward treatment (just a small pill a day) that should be able to help.

I'm glad Mom worried enough to take me in to see the vet. She's always looking out for me, donchaknow.

Hold my hand, er paw, er bandage

So I'm imagining that Alli might want to sign this song to me. See what you think. With no further ado, but with all due apologies to the Beatles ...

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something
I want to hold your paw,
I want to hold your paw,
I want to hold your paw.

Oh please, woof to me
You'll let me be your girl
And please, woof to me
You'll let me hold your paw.
Now let me hold your paw
I want to hold your paw.

And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.

And most assuredly, the crowd does go crazy ;-)

But I am still "handy"

Notwithstanding my bandaged paw, I can still manage to eat my chew bone. Ironic, you might say, that people think dewclaws are useful for dogs to hold onto bones and such.

Well, I guess I'm just "handy" -- not to mention incredibly skillful, and otherwise quite impressive ;-)

Peg leg

Well, see, this is how it is. I (and all dogs) have what is known as a "dewclaw" on my paw. That's the hooked claw that is actually on the back of my paw, up higher than my normal toenails.

Well, mine got injured -- we think running though the snow/ice that has taken over our yard. So the doctor had to bandage it, which not only eases the pain, but keeps me from licking it.

But I'll tell you -- it is quite a challenge getting used to walking around with my front paw like this. Oh well, c'est la vie.