Wednesday, August 30, 2006
My boy is sick. Just because he is a furry covered, canine variety of boy doesn't make him any less my boy.
He is 11-but very "puppy frisky". When he came home with us (he was my first anniversary present) he was touted to be a SCHNOODLE (part poodle part schnauzer). But I really do think his mommy was a tramp! I think there is a cocker spaniel in his background. He is often mistaken for a soft coated wheaton pup (this picture doesn't really show that side of him to well). But he has weathered me through lots of knee surgery and "staying at home because my leg hurts" times. We never formally trained him-he really only knows "stupid pet tricks". (like he knows all of his 20 odd toys by name, and will go and fetch them when asked for a specific one). (Really) The vet thinks he might have Addison's-which is treatable, but requires a ton of money to find out. So off he goes to the vet today. More news tomorrow.