Archive for January, 2007

Winston the Wonder Pug

Winston, dear Winston. How much do I love you? A whole damn lot.

I got really over-excited last night because when I gave Winston his dinner he actually ran over to it and scarfed it down in record time!

“Hooray! My baby is doing okay!”

Then Steve reminded me that ravenous hunger is a side-effect of the medication he’s on.

“DAMNIT!”

Either way, he literally LEPT out of bed this morning to get his breakfast, so that was nice to see. He’s also wound up with wiggles again, which is also great. Slowly but surely he’s getting back to normal. Only thirteen more days of pills for him!

I’m really hoping that he doesn’t need a scope done though, because I was told that it was close to $1,000! Be still my beating bank account!

Japanananana

So I had Japanese again tonight, and I was partnered with a guy who had as much personality as maybe:

or maybe:

Wait, I take it back. At least the sand has character.

It’s pretty much the worst thing to be paired with someone who seems absolutely disinterested in learning. I mean, I don’t particularly like being partnered up with someone I don’t know, but if it makes me speak better, okay. The least you can do is make conversation. This guy basically made me want to shoot myself in the face.

This is not the most annoying person in the class though, oh no. The most annoying guy is this teenage dude who insists on pronouncing about 1/2 second LATER than everyone else in the class, and pronounces all the words WRONG. DEAD WRONG. He also has one of those voices that carries. I’ve decided to give him one hard karate chop to the neck. That ought to keep him from talking.

On a similar note, I was looking for a “learn Japanese” clip on youtube, and instead I found this gem of a video on how to teach Japanese people English (yes, it is safe for work):

I’m not sure how aerobics helps teach Japanese women being mugged to speak English, but I’m not sure I DISlike it…

Inspiration Bonanza

Bloggers, I again ask for your brilliant opinions.  If I get to move into the apartment upstairs in my house, I will have an extra bedroom to do pretty much anything I want with.  As of yet, I have few creative ideas.  I can always go with the safe spare bedroom junk, but really we don't even need a spare bedroom.
 
So far I have these ideas:
 
IDEA 1: ARTSY FARTSY ROOM- Indeed, I will finally have refuge from the world in my own little studio!  I can set up an easel, but a buttload of art supplies, and go nutz.  This will likely require a huge investment in art supplies, but it would be really fuuuuun!  I could put all kinds of art photos and posters all over, maybe a yoga mat, some nice pillows blah blah blah.  Really let those creative juices fly!
 
IDEA 2: THE DOG'S ROOM- Well, with all the extra space, I can put all the dog's stuff in there!  They can have a fun, playtime room.  I can get some agility stuff and put their litter upstairs and toys can be showered all over the room.  The problem with this is that the room is up a flight of stairs, which would be a rather big workout for the pups.
 
IDEA 3: CIRCUS BONANZA ROOM OF MYSTERY!!!  Basically we're looking at some clowns, contortionists, maybe some seals, show dogs…you get the idea.  I guess I'd need a work permit or something for this though…
 
Anyone else have any ideas?

Winston Update

Well, I was going to post a funny photo of Winston, but again, blogger is being a manpon, so no picture tonight.

Winston started blowing more bloody snots out of his nose when we got to the vet, making me EXTREMELY worried. We discussed everything that has happened, and she said that without using a scope, which is a rather expensive procedure, that she couldn’t be sure. She noticed that the snots were only coming out of the right nostril, so it’s nothing like cancer.

She suggested that most likely he still has an irritated throat and a little stuffy nose. He might have a piece of carbaord stuck in his nose, and that could also be what’s irritating him as well. He’s also probably not eating because he’s having trouble breathing, so eating is more of a struggle.

We’re going to try antibiotics for 14 days to see if he perks up. The vet also suggested that he might not be eating because we switched his food right around the time that he barfed up the chocolate, so he might be associating the food with bad times. I’m sure we all have a food like that!

HOPEFULLY he doesn’t need to have a scope put down his nasal passage.

He’s in pretty good spirits though. He met a boston terrier/bulldog cross, which was a really good looking dog! He also had a little play session with a terrier, so he was in a good mood.

On a bad note, Winston is officially a porker. The vet said he’s 22 pounds and he should probably be around 18. Winston is going on a diet! What a bad few weeks for him! I even cut back his food twice and he’s still a little pudgy! It’s like he absorbs fat from the air!

So now I have to go out and buy new food all over again (AGH!), give him antibiotics, not exercise him too much (because of his airway), but make sure not to overfeed him. What’s a mother to do?!

I really want him to feel better though, and I’d do basically anything for him, so hopefully in a few weeks he’s at 100%!

Seriously. This conversation just happened outside my office.

Person 1: "Did you just do what I think you did?"
 
Person 2: *laughs*
 
Person 1: "Seriously, did you just do that?"
 
Person 2: "Well, a bobby pin usually works better to get all the junk out of your ear."
 
Person 1: "Are you SERIOUS?!  Have you ever heard of a q-tip?!?!"
 
Person 2: "Naw, naw.  You need somethin' sharp to get in there!"

Cheers Darlin’ (oohca! <– The story of the reverse sneeze)

Today is a Damien Rice listening day.  It's pretty nippy outside and grey.  Not to put anyone in a grey mood though! 
I feel like I'm sitting in an elevator all day when I'm at my desk because of the fluorescent lights and the low volume of the music I listen to.  This whole sharing a big office makes it a lot harder to rock out.  Clearly no headbanging will be had.
My office mate put up a painting of horses last week on her side of the office.  Clearly this woman doesn't know how much a hate horses.  I bet she really wanted a pony when she was little because she just seems like one of those people.
I guess I'm not one to talk though, I have a painting of a pug over my desk…and a daily pug calendar…and a pug day planner.  Okay okay, I'm over the top with pugs, but if you love something so hilarious, why not ram it down the throats of your co-workers?!
My weekend was a realxed one for the most part.  I just cleaned, watched movies, had a nice 3 hour coma nap on Friday…the usual.
I'm afraid there's something wrong with my dear Winston though.  Let me explain…
About a week and a half ago Steve bought me one of those cheesy heart-shaped boxes of chocolates (*awwwww*).  Anyhow, we were in another room for about ten minutes, when I walk back into the living room, Winston has managed to hop onto the couch, get on the side table, get the box of chocolates (which is wrapped), put it on the floor, unwrap it, open the box, and starts eating the chocolate.
 
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream as I do a baseball slide into the couch to grab as much chocolate as I can out of his mouth, and Zelda's.  I quickly move to the kitchen to count the chocolates.  Okay, between the two of them, about five chocolates were eaten.  Steve and I force feed the pugs some hydrogen peroxide to get them to barf.  These were the most stressful twenty minutes of dog ownership I've had.  Winston throws up quickly, but Zelda doesn't.  We end up having to take Zelda to the emergency vet.  They make her throw up for the low low price of $130, and we end up finding out that she didn't even eat any of the chocolate.
 
WHAT?!
 
Better safe than sorry!  Really, better safe than dying of a siezure.
 
The next day Winston is left alone with Zelda for MAYBE an hour, in which time he decides to destroy a box of band-aids.  Now I have no idea what happened (because he didn't ingest any of the band-aids), but Winston makes the most TERRIBLE choking/coughing noises I've ever heard.  This happens off and on for a few hours, in which time I decide to keep a close eye on him just in case this is a passing thing.  It doesn't pass by morning, so again we head to the emergency vet for help.  After waiting for 2 hours, we finally see a vet who tells us that she thinks he just scratched his throat on cardboard from the box, so we get antibiotics and head home.
 
The terrible coughing/choking is discovered to be the infamous "reverse sneeze."  This, may I say, is the most fear-enducing noise an animal owner can hear.  If you look it up on Youtube there's a few videos of some animals reverse sneezing, just FYI.  Look it up if you have a pug, because there may come a time when your pug makes this noise, and you will truly be thinking your dog is choking to death.  This is actually a normal thing for these kids of dogs to do.  Not to worry.
 
MY issue is that Winston is still reverse sneezing on a fairly regular basis, even after antibiotics.  He never did this before the band-aid box incident.  He has "the best nostrils and airway seen on a pug" according to my regular vet.  This means that he should rarely, if ever, make this noise. 
 
He's been doing this for a week.  His eating habits have also since changed.  This could be because he's a picky eater, but I am not so sure.  He'll eat if we hand feed him, but won't eat out of his dish.
 
He's also blowing snot every once and a while that is the color of bricks.  This is obviously not a good sign.
 
Perhaps mucus from an infection?
 
Either way, he's going to the vet again today for an inspection by our regular vet.  Hopefully it's nothing, but Winston just isn't acting right.  I'm worried for my little bear!!!
 
In total I think I've had to spend $400 unexpected dollars on dog emergencies in the past week and a half!  OUCH.  I really don't know if insurance on both dogs is worth it though.  I guess I'll just keep fronting accident costs!  Sadly though I had to cancel out on Winston's first obedience class tonight because I am out of money for the pets until the end of the month!  Winston's gonna have to wait till Feb. 28th to get his train on!

Frank the pug, making pugs famous since 1997.

I forgot how buggy-eyed Frank was! Yeowsa!

After I saw some of MIB II today, it got me thinking of other movies with pugs:

Actually, that’s the only other movie I know that has a pug in it! I’d choose Frank over Otis though. Sorry Otis, but Frank just looks too sharp in a suit and tie combo.


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