Poor Josie.. She looks so sad and forlorn.
Won't be able to run around and play with her best mate for a while! Still she is in good hands, and I'm sure you and D.A.W. will be making a big fuss of her!
What a strange thing to have happen eh Drunka?
Very strange, Kath. What worries me is that if we don't figure out how it happened, it might happen again. Damn. I'm gonna keep looking.
I'm so sorry!
My dog ate a strait pin. That was about 800 dollars.
I had opened up a new shirt in the kidchen and dropped a pin.
Tomprrow you can think more about what she did.
That's awful, poor Josie.
Have to give her credit for maintaining her fashion sense at such a trying time though; what a classy girl.
Those pics of Billy Bob and Josie are adorable. What a perfect pair.
I sure hope you can solve the mystery of how she managed to injure herself, that's a worry for you.
My Mum's very eldery and ailing dog - he's 16 yrs; a pekenese / pommy cross, just a little dog - now gets himself stuck in the most impossible places and all we can do is shake our heads in wonder as to how he could possibly have managed such a thing. I'm talking about under very low cupboards, or behind pot plants, despite my poor Mum's best efforts to block off all "dangerous" ports of call, he STILL gets into the weirdest little spaces and then can't get out. At least he can be found, eventually, if you follow the plaintive squeaking. Poor little bugger. This has only been during the last year, as his health and eye sight deteriorate. Not quite the same mystery that you need to solve though!
It was them guys in the red chevy.
As it happens, I have on my site a maudlin story about a dog who gets his leg hurt. It is very sad, but it shows how sweet and innocent dogs are compared to their lords and masters.
You can read the story and have a good cry. You are a lot nicer than the master in that story. Mark Twain could be sort of a misanthrope.
I think you are going to find that for some reason little dogs get up to more mishchief than the big dogs.
My dog is little and she used to do a lot of bad things. One time she climbed the garage stairs and used her height to jump into the garbage can for a "treat."
I kept hearing her muffled barks and was looking in the sewers, etc. We had closed the garage door and couldn't tell whre the sound was coming from.
She is old and has slowed down. Also the kids are gone so that is one less factor.
Maybe Josie tried to CLIMB the chicken wire. Some dogs get hurt climbing things. They can climb like 10 feet. Look up high on the chicken wire.
I have an electric fence buried in the grass. . Best 1000 dollars I ever spent and a lot cheaper than a fence. My dog sits out front and chases away anyone who steps into the yard. Luckily, she and the mail man are good friends.
You don't have to move to Haskell, CO for privacy.
Look up HIGH on the fence. Some dogs are like 2-year olds--climbers.
My dog can climb up to 6 feet on a bookcase if there are potato chips up there. And snarl ferociously and bite you at the same time if you interfere.
There's a simple explanation. In order to maintain her high-fashion lifestyle, Josie took out a loan. But, as is so often the case with these carefree live-for-the-moment types, she forgot her responsibilities, and so, she had to be reminded.
BTW, Josie: Nice doghouse. Be a shame if anything happened to it.
could she have been attacked...i know when i lived in florida and new orleans there were perverts out there that stalked and maimed animals...when i was there your yard seemed pretty secure...i wonder if josie was lucky to escape with her life??? halloween approaches...keep her in the house.
I bet it was just that wire.
How is she getting along?
Speaking of dogs and Halloween...
We locked our dog in a den room off the garage to have a little peace on Halloween, but a kid went out and left the room and garage door open.
I heard several kids screaming that a dog was grabbing their candy bag, but it was dark and I thought my dog was locked up.
The next day, we started noticing our dog eating Halloween candy everywhere, but it wasn't the candy I had left over. It was a differnt brand. And my kids were keeping theirs in their desk drawers.
Eventually it dawned on me that she had been outside the whole time waylaying three-year-olds. We finally found her stash--3 small Halloween bags, filled with candy, behind the couch. I am so ashamed!
Another time, my oldest decided he was too old for Halloween, but he was depressed. I tried to cheer him up with take-out ribs.
While we were eating, trick-or-treaters came to the door. They could see into the kitchen and started screaming about the dog. I turned around and there she was, standing on the kitchen table with a whole rack of ribs between her jaws. She looked like that smiling dog in "The Mask." I headed for the kitchen to kill her. She was afraid to jump off the kitchen table with an entire rack of ribs, because they were so heavy, so she dropped the rack on the floor, snatched a loaded backed potato and leaped right off the kitchen table. This is a dachund. I got the ribs back, slightly worse for the wear, but the potato was history.
My dog is very, very bad.
One Christmas...
Christmas...
One Christmas the dog got in the living room and opened up a bunch of presents.
I started yelling at the kids for letting her in there and mad ethem help me clean up the mess. One son saw the sweater the dog had "unwrapped." She started telling me that I got the wrong size.
Another Christmas, the house was perfect. We were waiting for one son and his fiancee to arrive. The dog got into the living room, open a wrapped present. It was a tin can of fondue chocolate bits from Sonoma.
She prized open the can and ate chocolate all over the living room.
When the girlfriend walked in, I was hitting the dog with the broom because she was trying to bite me. Then she tried to bite my son's foot.
She ended up with a bloody nose. It wasn't how I had hoped to present myself, as a shrieking dog-beater.
Another Christmas, I had major surgery. When I came home, the dog went to the basement and ate a whole bag of tollhouse chocolate bits. Then she came upstairs and began to throw up chocolate covered mucus on the rug. I was on the couch on percoset. I took her by the scruff of the neck and hurled her into the back yard and shreaked madly at her to do her hurling there.
The drifts were two feet deep and it was 15 below zero, but all my children ran into the backyard to rescue her. They ran aroud to the front, jumped into the car without their coats, and took her to the vet because she was throwing up.
I called the vet and told them to admit her as a patient because if they didn't she's be back in even worse shape.
Thanksgiving...there is of course a turkey in that story...and a knife...
That was not anonymous. That was me.
How is Josie getting along?
Jeez, Snapple, I thought that "anonymous" comment had to be from Raymond Carver or somebody.
Mason, I figured out who the guys in the red Chevy are. Johnny Walker, the Mason City alky who looked like John Goodman in Grease, is the driver; Mike Crickman's dad (after the first time he tried to commit suicide), rides shotgun (yeah, ironic, mahhhhn); Jungles Thomas is the borderline 'tard ("why do birds fly south") who kills at random; and Raymond Carver is the leader whose low-life schemes keep them in booze and toothless women.
Carver is also the one who'll fuck with my eyes if they ever catch me.
Oh, and Bunghole Seward substitutes for Crickman's dad when he's too depressed or hung over to go ridin' around.
Wow, jgm, I have no idea what you're talking about. Must be Masonease (as in Mason City talk, not as in how Mason talks).
Josie, now nearing the end of her second day of recovery, is running around like the energetic 2-year-old she is, as opposed to the crippled gimp the vet says she is. "Restricted movement" (as her post-op instructions indicated) my butt. I'd have to sit on her to restrict her movement.
The bandage on her left foot already fell off, so now she has to wear her lovely cone over her head to keep her from chewing on the stitches. She looks very cute and hilarious in it. We'll have to get some pictures.
Now she's left with her right leg in a splint, which makes her look a lot like a pirate. I put an eye patch on her today to complete the look. We'll definitely get a picture of that.
Besides the humiliation, she seems to be doing great. Of course, she has some mighty fine pain pills to help along the way.
That's all from Josieland for now!
Dear Drunka-wife,
I'm glad she's doing well.
JGM--
Eeeewwww!
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