I tell you, that was the most emotionally draining job. I was crying all the time or else enraged at people.
So THAT morning I asked Bob where this one was found and he said the "dog yard". The dog yard was an enclosed grassy play area. The dog-runs had doggie-doors that were pulled open and the big dogs took turns racing outside and running and playing in that area. The whole area was enclosed by a 6 foot fence. Bob proceeded to say how lucky it was that he had gone out there before opening up the dog-runs because someone had "hurled" this little dog over the fence. He went on to say how if he had let some "particular" dogs out, that they would have 'torn up the little guy". So he goes out and comes back with this scruffy little dog.
The veterinarian said he was AT LEAST 2-3 years old. So Bob took him in the back and set up a kennel for him. From my desk I could see that little dog, just sitting there, watching me...long story short, I took him home.
I named him Griffin. Griffin is not a fluffy lap dog. Oh sure, I get him groomed up all cute and stuff and then I bring him home and he goes out into the yard and rubs his head on the ground. He likes to lay out in the yard, not on the raised beds I have out there, but a nice cool DIRT area. Someplace where he can just watch what's going on outside. He doesn't bark at anything but just watches and takes it all in.
Inside he likes to lick things. I mean THINGS. Like a table leg. Not chewing, just licking. Sometimes after all the dogs have been fed, he'll lay there and just "lick" the remaining food. Not eating it, just licking. Sometimes he'll just lick the empty bowl but not like he's hungry, it's just something to lick. Once he actually just crawled into the bowl and went to sleep. He's such a strange dog. I remember this day, I had been pulling up all the tile off the laundry room floor and I turned around and there he was - in the bowl!
I like the next photo, it has Twinkle in it. I think that Twinkle is trying to say
"What's this DOG doing in our BOWL!"
I bought a big heavy wooden trash can where you put the bag in and over the edge and set the heavy wooden top on it. But he found if he could get a hold of the edge of the bag, he could pull on that and tip it over.
Then there are the cat litter boxes. I think he thought it was kitty granola because he'd sneak into that box and come walking around that corner like "What!?" and there would be litter all over his face. GROSS!
I remember the time I bought a bag of flour (for paper mache silly! ya know I'm not "cooking" or "baking"anything) and I set the bag on the kitchen chair and left to run another errand. I came home and found white flour ALL over the floor. I screamed "GRIFFIN!" I had only been gone for a half hour! When I finally dragged him out from under the furniture, he had the hair around his mouth and under his chin "pasted" together. Then one day he discovered how to open the lower cupboard door. I now only store canned goods down there but at THAT time I had some boxes of MIXED BERRY gelatin stored there. I came home and was picking up the pieces thinking what IS this stuff? And he comes strolling into the kitchen like "Hey, What's Up?" and his face is colored blue...
He's getting older now and he has a hard time with the stairs. He doesn't try to go to the basement anymore and the cats I believe are very relieved. He loves those cats...maybe too much! If he comes into a room and a cat is laying there, he will run up behind it and try to "violate" the kitty. Most of my cats are male and pretty big kitties. They will usually look at me like "Get this damn DOG off of me!" and then they will turn around, bat him in the head and shake him off. He will stand there looking after them as if to say..."But I LOVE you!"
Sometimes he still runs and jumps with no problem. My veternarian is also an Animal Chiropractor, so I take him in for adjustments.
The other night was a DARK one and as I called all my little dogs inside (I count heads as they troop in)and I was missing one. Griffin. I called and called. So I got out the flashlight and and scanned the yard.
Back and forth, back and forth. THEN suddenly I saw him, I shined the light on him and he was frozen like a raccoon caught in the act!
That brings me to the BAD breath problem. I mean when a dog is eating shit, it's going to smell like it.
Last year I had a "dental" done on him and a couple of bad teeth pulled. I stuck my head in the operating room as my Vet was about to start and joked "Hey, take good care of that old dog, that's Lily's favorite!"
Lily is my niece. She just turned 15 last week. She's a dog nut just like me and Griffin has been around as long as she can remember. She adores him and picks him up and carries him up against her when ever she comes over. He adores her right back. I always warn her to WATCH OUT, if I'm not sure if he's been licking or eating something gross. So, anyway he's in for this routine dental and I have my good friend who happens to be the Head Vet Technician in there assisting the Doc. Later, I asked how it went and she hesitated and said fine.
I ask why the hesitation and she said "well, he wouldn't come out of the anesthesia and he stopped breathing and we almost lost him but Doc got him back". I guess there was a few moments there where she and the Doc apparently looked at each other and said "Shit" and went into action and got him back.
I always worry about EVERYTHING and the one time I don't... I never told Lily about that.
So I take my stinky gross old dog into the Vet Tuesday because he is limping again. Apparently he has Arthritis now and I have him on a joint supplement and daily pain meds. While we were waiting for the Doc, Griffin just pees on the floor! This is NOT something he does. The urine looked very dark and I had them test it. They found a bad urinary infection and "crystals" in his urine. So we did an Xray and he has this BIG bladder stone in the middle of his bladder. The good news is it appears to be the kind that can be dissolved with prescription food and medication. As long as it doesn't move and block the flow of urine. Since I work at the Vet clinic, I keep him in the back with me. He's peeing- everywhere and it's bloody pee but Doc said that's part of the process and as long as he is peeing, there's nothing to worry about.
NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.
NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.
NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.