That's what I tell him, as he wags his tail as he hears his catch phrase...
I read that "Eye for an Eye" post... had to write this. I wasn't going to write about this, but it just makes me sick that someone would do that to their dog, you hear about it all the time.
If I didn't just get done dealing with what I was dealing with, I probably wouldn't have wrote anything, probably would have left it alone.
Alas I'm writing this because it makes me sick that some wretched bitch would drown a puppy because she wanted to board a plane, are you f'in serious?
Last night though, had a scare, my 6 year old Pup Dog, a black Lab, my buddy collapsed and went into convulsions. I'm sure a lot of people have had similar experiences, and I'm sure like most, I raced him to the 24 hour emergency vet.
The initial prognosis was grim, basically gave me 3 possibilities of what it could be and she told me all of them were grim. Basically 1, a blood clot problem where he was hemorrhaging internally, cancer, or a severe case of valley fever. She said it was going to bad no matter which one it was...
So I drove home, picked up the wife, and we talked about it on the way back to the vet. We were ready to put him down at that point, but when we got there, our Maxwell was up and moving around, wagging his tail, acting like he wanted to go home. We were like... he doesn't look like a dog on his death bed. So we pried as much info as we could from her, just looking for a glimmer of hope. She was saying she would have to do an invasive procedure that could possibly kill him just trying to figure out what was wrong with him. I prodded her until I was certain she was qualified to do such a procedure. Ultimately, we decided to take a shot to see if she could figure it out, we were rooting for a severe case of valley fever, that was the only one that lead to a shot of living.
We got the call at 3:45 AM, said she didn't have to do the procedure because it wasn't as bad as she thought (was still bad mind you, just not as bad as she thought), but she was sure it was valley fever, but couldn't be sure and referred us to some specialists that we went to today.
All day long, it was doom and gloom stories all the way up until the cardiologist, even he was pessimistic, so the last half hour of waiting was daunting. So slow, so slow, tiiiiiiiiick, toooooooock.
Finally, we get in there, he says, it's not as bad as he thought! It was treatable with meds, and most likely will not need surgery!
So a sleepless night, 2.5k later, we have hope that our pup dog was going to live!
Here's to our 4 legged family members.