Here’s a fun video from yesterday. We had just gotten back from a walk, after Mom getting home. And it was warming up, so we went out to the yard. And I went crazy eating snow, then running back and forth in the yard. Mom says I was showing off for the camera.
The second video is me playing with my ball seconds later. Notice, I’m not so good about holding on to it!
Did I mention I got some yummy treats from the dog bakery? Mom bought several and has been giving one to me every other night. I also love wearing bandannas. This one is a funny one Mom just had to buy. It says "Live Long and PAWSper." Yep, she's a Trekkie.
Thanks for all the well-wishes! I'm feeling much better, and only had to wear that cone for one day. Thank goodness! I was really good and stopped rubbing my eyes. And Mom just stopped putting that nasty medicine in my eyes, so they must be looking good too! Mom said I was her sweetheart for Valentine's Day, and she took me out for some yummy food and special treats from 3 Dog Bakery! My favorite! Mom has never seen me chow down on my food and treats so fast! Hope you all had a great Valentines Day too!
Last night Mom noticed that I had lots of green goop coming from my eyes. When she tried to wipe it away, it came back soon after. Then, she opened my eyes wider and saw that the whites of my eyes were red and bloodshot looking. So she knew she'd have to call my Vet in the morning. Well, last night I didn't sleep much (which meant Mom didn't either). All the sudden, my eyes started bothering me, and I was rubbing them and licking my paw off and on all night long. Mom wasn't too happy with me. I was pretty noisy. When Mom got up in the morning and turned on the light, she realized what I had been doing all night. I could barely open my eyes, they were really red, and one eye was swollen from all the rubbing. And the skin around my eye was about bleeding from all the scratching.
So, Mom was thankful she got me into the Vet right away this morning. Turns out that I must have gotten scratched in the eye on Sunday, when I got hurt at the dog park. And both my eyes got infected. Mom has to put a yucky ointment on my eyes 3 times a day. And the worst part? They're making me wear a torture device on my head! The dreaded cone!
Sure, it's clear, and I can see through it. But I don't know how big it is, and keep running into things like chairs and doorways. Mom keeps apologizing, but I hate this thing. Thankfully, I only have to wear it until my eye stops itching, so I won't keep making the skin around my eye bleed. My Vet said the medicine should help that itchiness soon. Meanwhile, here are some pics of me looking even more sad and depressed than normal. The one good thing about all this mess? Mom is staying home with me today, to make sure I don't get stuck on anything with this stupid cone.
Well, Mom heard back from the Vet. He recommends that I stay away from the park and dogs I don’t know, since any further incidents could escalate and set me back further. He did recommend a couple dog day cares for socialization (since they can control the pack dynamics), one of them I have even been to; but we don’t have the money to spend on regular visits. So, as many of you suggested, we’re going to have to stick to play dates with just one or two of my close friends that never get aggressive.
Our membership for the park lasts until May, so we may go every once in a while and just stick to the small dog side if we can find a friend that doesn’t mind staying over there with us.
We’re both kind of bummed, since we really liked that community of familiar dogs and their owners. But Mom is more worried about my physical and mental health.
And let’s face it, I’m completely content to just stay home and play with Mom! I never bug her to go to the park. Anytime I have excess energy, I just run around the house, from room to room, at top speed. (Mom is hoping to catch this on video some time. But every time she brings out the camera, I stop whatever I’m doing.)
Here are a couple videos of me playing fetch with Mom. She is really happy I finally figured out to bring the ball back. Though, I don’t always want to give her the ball, so she always has another one on hand to throw. So then, I’ll drop the one in my mouth and go after the new one.
Seems like coming home bloody from the dog park has become a regular occurrence. This time, mom said it was my fault, getting in the face of a small dog who wanted me to leave her alone. Mom says we both have “short man’s syndrome,” where we both think we’re the boss of all the dogs at the park. And while the other dog is somewhat scared of me, I kind of pushed her over the edge, and it got heated. And I got bit, little scratches all over my face.
While we both love going to the park, and having that fun community, Mom is wondering if she should keep taking me to the park when I get hurt so much. I have definitely become more aggressive towards strange dogs when we’re at PetSmart. And Mom is worried about that too.
Is socialization at a park necessary? Or is causing more harm than good? Mom says she’s going to talk to my Vet.
I gave mom a little scare last night. She was sitting on the floor with me, seeing if I wanted to play. When she noticed me moving a few feet away from her. And my mouth was slightly open, but I wasn't panting as I hadn't been running around. She scooted over to me, wondering why my mouth was open. She pushed jently on my jaws, but my mouth wasn't shutting. Then she looked around the floor and noticed one of my chew sticks that had been only about an inch long was missing. (Yes, these things are one of the few things I actually chew on besides pig ears. I'm not sure what they are, but they're yummy.) Usually, I chew them all the way down to my paws, then leave them. But I tried to eat the rest of this one, and it got stuck in my mouth. Mom is so thankful she saw my mouth just a little bit open, otherwise she wouldn't have even known. She pried my mouth open with her hands, which I tried to back away from at first. But I let her open my mouth and take out the inch long stick, which she promptly threw away.. along with a couple other of my treats that I had chewed down to stubs. I ran over to her, wagging my tail, very happy to have that out of my mouth. It was uncomfortable to say the least! Thanks, Mom!
In other news, Mom stumbled upon a cool new site yesterday while searching for more people with Sharp Eagles (Shar Pei/Beagles) like me. It looks like a fun new community, where you can rate and review breeds, adoption facilities, breeders, groomers, boarding facilities, etc. As well as forums, and a place to upload pictures, videos, stories, and more of your pets or pets that you've had in the past! They didn't have much on Sharp Eagles, but they were the only Dog Community to even mention us. So Mom gave them a picture of me to use to represent the hybrid! See me over to the right, up at the top to rate my hybrid breed?! Just call me the poster child (or pup) for Sharp Eagles! How cool! Please check it out, and leave your feedback about the site. It's brand new, and the owner is grateful for any comments or suggestions!http://www.rightpet.com/ And my page is here:http://www.rightpet.com/ViewProfile/laneys-mom
Well, Mom was feeling better by yesterday afternoon, so she took me on a walk. I was super excited! The snow was confusing to me though. I had gotten used to running through the white fluffy stuff. But it has gotten hard and icy. Now, when I walk on it, I can almost walk on top but then fall through. I don't like it. It's definitely not as fun. I never found a place to make either. So Mom brought me back home to the fenced-in yard. She's been so happy that ever since we've had all this snow, I've started pottying out there. She's been trying to get me to go out there ever since the fence was finished. But I had gotten so used to the front yard. Now, Mom is hoping that I'll be so used to going out there, that even when the snow is gone, I'll still be able to potty on my own. We'll see.
Mom has been sick again, with a bad cold. I miss our long walks, but I don't bug her about it. Instead, I keep her company by cuddling up any way I can. Last night, she even let me up on the couch so I could sit next to her and lay my head on her lap. Mom said I'm her best medicine.