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world’s worst pug mom, ever…

Well, we made a pledge to update our blog more regularly and well…look where that got us. In our defense we’ve had somebody to the vet every week for something…2012 is gonna be one of those years it looks like.

So why do I consider myself the world’s worst pug mom? We feed the highest-quality dehydrated raw food available, we love the brand and the boyz love their food. But because I’m lazy I didn’t follow the instructions and rehydrate for the 5-minutes as directed on packaging….for like a year. Know what happens when you dehydrate your dogs (as their food is leeching moisture from their system every time you put a dish down)? You end up with not 1 but 2 dogs with blood in their urine because you’ve basically given them a chemical burn on their bladder.

Yup 2 dogs peeing blood, it was lovely. Poor Norm also ended up with a UTI and crystals and spent a harrowing night with me at the ER for fear of a bladder stone. Honestly, Jewish mother guilt on a good day is pretty stressful. But when you make 1 dog sick through your own efforts…and a week later a 2nd…well I really hoped a hole would open up and suck me in.

You understand where the title of the blog post comes from now. Yup, all that $ and all that smugness for giving them the best of the best food but because I didn’t follow directions I made my dogs sick. So now they get a ton more water with food, a ton of ‘dog beer’ to make sure they’re drinking enough, and sub-q fluids once a week or so just to really make sure they’re OK.

Oh and the other moral of this story (the first being is follow directions dumb a**) is that our decision to get Norman pet insurance for Chrismanukkah was a big waste. Because Norman had a bladder infection last summer they’re saying this incident was the same infection (I know, if he had an untreated infection for like 8 months he’d be really, REALLY sick…or worse). But because these companies know folks don’t have the time or energy to keep fighting with them, they win.

Lots of other stuff has happened since our last post as well…but that’s a post for another day (hint: Vince had a stint as a vampire following an injury). I know, you’re on the edge of your seat

How does a teenager get drugs these days?

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Now we adopted Vince 6 years ago. When we adopted him we knew he couldn’t see, wasn’t a big deal to him so it wasn’t to us. His right eye is considered ‘dead’ – it was injured when he was 3 and his lack-of-care-givers opted against doing anything about it. So that one is mostly closed and we just keep it clean and hydrated.

Now his left eye – now that’s a world of fun. Clearly *a lot* happened there but we’re lucky that there’s no pain/discomfort going on. He’s got an ulcer on the eye, some spots, PK of course, and a cataract. I swear when you look into his eye its like listening to a seashell…you can hear the ocean

Again, we know he doesn’t see out of this eye so we keep it clean and hydrated and all is good. Well a new vet saw Vince’s eye last week and freaked. Was convinced it was gonna pop any minute or that he had glaucoma or that it was going to have to be removed. I’m rather diligent in my Vince-care so he’s tested for glaucoma at least 1x a year and I look at that eye every day so would know if any changes.

But Vince heard ‘glaucoma’ and his little ears perked up (which is an in-joke as Vince is deaf). I could see the little green plants in his thought bubbles – yup, Vince thought he was gonna score medicinal marijuana. My furry little stoner. He’s already on some kind of watch list I’m sure because he’s on a controlled substance (phenobarbital) LOL. And it goes without saying that this day and age if Vince wanted/needed pot I could find it for him.

Alas Vince’s dreams were dashed today we saw the opthamologist. Who assured the vet that I was right, there’s a lot going on but nothing new and that keeping his eyes clean and lubricated is the best we can do. So now depressed Vince is sleeping in my lap, lamenting the fact that he won’t be getting high on a regular basis. So since I’m a Jewish mother and feeling guilty over the fact that my teenager has no recreational drugs, I’m heating up his meatball maker so he gets something extra special for dinner.