Cain And Able: B.W. And BillWilly

Unflippin believable!, just a few days after getting my boys home from the extended vet visit, the “Fight” lands BillWilly back in the hospital. No, BillWilly, all 10 pounds of him, was not fighting off intruders, no was he attacked by a rabid postman. Nope, that would be fine, but he picks a fight with B.W., and gets torn up. Really, torn up! B.W. tore his fur from his muscle! A perfect “V” shape of now flapping fur and skin hanging off of BillWilly’s front shoulder. As soon as I sent a photo to Dr. Rob via cellphone, yes, us 80’s guys are pretty tech savvy, he said to bring him in to get stitched up. Great, more of my money being spent on these boys.

It all started over them jockeying for seat position next to me during our weekend beer and bbq bash in the backyard. I was able to break that one up, without spilling my beer mind you. This past Monday, while lying on the floor watching Man vs Food, The Brother’s Brawl began. BillWilly started it by growling at B.W. over cushion position. It is always first come first serve, and if you move you lose. Well, BillWilly was giving B.W. the business because he felt B.W. was too close to his spot. B.W. was having none of this mess, and the brawl was on. By the time I pried B.W.’s choppers off of BillWilly, the damage was done. B.W. was spitting fur, and BillWilly was gushing blood. It was kind of “country music songesque”. All my years at my current occupation, and my college years bouncing, this fight ranks right up there with the best and messiest of them all.

So as I write this, BillWilly is laying in the hospital awaiting the surgical skills of D. Rob to patch him up. There ain’t a doubt in my dome, that he will be coming home and wearing the darn “Doggie Cone.” That stupid inverted lampshade that keeps a pup from licking their wounds. I think I need to wear one to keep me from licking my back pocket where I keep my money, because my bank account is about to flat-line:)

The Call

Not talking about the 80’s band, but rather the phone call I am praying for from my vet. Like I postewd earlier, if the boys are able to keep the grub in their boilers, they are going to be sent home. I have not seen them since Sunday, 3:30pm. It is now Wednesday, so by the time I travel to pick them up, it will have been 72 hours of no B.W. and Bill-Willy. Since I helped deliver them on August 17th, 2012, I have seen them every day. This remeinded me of the fact that when my father was alive, I never went more than two weeks without seeing him, and he died when I was 31 years old. I guess one could say I need to get out and travel more, but most of the greatest things in my life are very near to my back yard and ice chest.

Settle down folks, you know if I mention a band, I am going to post a video 🙂 My question is: Where are the plugging their equipment in at? This really is green energy.

Update: Two Sick Puppies Hospitalized

This is horrible, but thank God my long time friend, and vet, is on the case. It is a stomach virus that is the culprit, and we are figuring it was either something in the dirt, which they eat worms out of, or the litter box. I am not sure what the odds are for them pulling through, I am still on the hopeful side seeing that I have not received a phone call since leaving them at the vet yesterday afternoon.

I stress-out over my sick pups, more than my family due to the simple fact that dogs rely %100 on me to care and watch out for them. I have an amazing track record when it comes to caring for my furry family members.

Lets pray that Bill Willy and B.W. pull through, I am really looking forward to taking them fishing this summer over my 70 day vacation.

Two Sick Puppies

No, I am not talking about those two broads from the flick Monster, I am talking about my boys; B.W. and Bill-Willy. I knew something was up Tuesday evening when I had all the fixins’ for the bbq ready to go. This is the green light that all the dogs wait for. Usually, the two boys and thier sister, Tula, start jumping up, and twirling at first sight of me grabbing the goods, and really go ballistic when I go for my beer. They know what is about to go down in the backyard. This past Tuesday night, all this mess was going down, except B.W. was missing. I found him sleeping on his cushion. He saw the beer in my hand, but he was not moving. I checked him out,( don’t forget, I am not a vet, but I play one when I have a beer in my hand), no belly pain, eyes were clear, and breath was….not bad! I checked the yard, and garage, for anything that he could have consumed. Negative for bad stuff, other than a few piles of dog doo. Then It struck me, he likes to party in the cat box like it is 1999! I am talking Cat Crapcycles, Poop-Pies, ect. I figure he just ate too much kitylitter covered poop. He is just now starting to move around, other than when he is hurling his innards out. Wednesday morning, his brother Bill-Willy comes down with the same malady. Same story as B.W.

Granted, I still have four other dogs to hang with and drink beer, and sing Hank Jr. tunes with, but I miss my boys! They are seven months old and it seems they have been part of the family for seventy years. I am hoping the can pull themselves together by tonight, because I don’t know where I will find the cash to take them to the real vet’s office, and two, it is Friday, their favorite party with dad day. I figure their raiding the litter box days are over:)

Big Dog Little Dog…We Love Them All

I actually have a mastiff named Dude who is similiar to Maggie. He is truly a gentle giant. I just stumbled upon this video. Kinda funny how animals get along with each other no matter what their differances are!

Nice Dog Stupid News Anchor

Don’t blame Max, blame the lady. I have seen this happen before. It is stupid to put your face in a dogs face.

And The Sun Sets On Another Day

I am going to refrain a bit from writing about crap like Fast and Furious, because the hypocrisy of Obama? Holder gets me Furious, really Fast! If it was GWB in this hot seat, dems, libs, and RHINO’s would be screaming “Murderer” at the tops of their cloves stained lungs.

So instead, I will cap off today with something a bit different. If you know me, you are well aware I am a sucker for an animal. If I saw a dude walking a dog, and they got mowed over by a truck, the pooch would be the first one I attempt to save! So I find out to-day at work, that a little female pup, that has been showing up almost daily, for the past two weeks, was rolled up by the Pup-po-po, and whisked away to the Oakdale Animal Shelter. So I was not happy, because dogs that go to animal shelters do not usually make it out. This little girl had a collar, so their obviously is an owner. Thing is, she would be starving and thirsty every time she came over. I had been feeding her hot dogs, which probably has landed me on Michelle Obama’s list of “Domestic Food Terrorist.” Even this past Saturday afternoon, when I had to work, she found me and I fed her.

So the first thing I do when I heard the news was to call the shelter. Turns out, that Oakdale is an exception to the shelter rule. I told the nice lady who I was, and where I worked, and why I was calling. I told her to contact me if the pup was not adopted, so she would not get gassed. She told me the very rarely put animals down, unless they are mean, or feral cats. I almost fell of my chair, and I was not even drinking. Thing is, I have already adopted one cat, and two dogs from work. Now I know why I like animals so much: It is too hard to adopt people, and I don’t like them as much anyway!
Like my dad always said; “The more I see of people, the better I like my dogs.”