Showing posts with label Rags. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rags. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

No regrets . . . part 2



In the previous post, I wrote a bit about living a life with no regrets vs living a life full of regrets.  Although I didn't have any misconception that I had thoroughly explored this issue, I had said what I thought and intended to move on.    Apparantly the discussion was not over in my house.  I was sitting in the den recently and Rags (pictured above) was lying on the sofa on his back, as he's prone to do these days.  He looked over at me and said,  "I have some regrets."

OK, maybe he didn't say it out loud but after more than 12 years together, Rags and I have learned to communicate on another level. 

Monday, June 13, 2011

I may have to sell a kidney


This is one of our dogs, Rags.  He's 12 years old now and has cost us a bundle in the last year.  Last summer he had to have surgery to remove a tumor off of his stomach.  Following that, he had something weird happen where one of his ears filled up with blood and after draining it a couple of times, we finally had to have it quilted together by laser in order to prevent it from reoccurring.  He now has one fat ear and one thin ear.  In the fall, he tore an ACL in one of his legs and had to have surgery to repair that.  (Note to self:  Ask how much a major surgery is going to cost before saying, "Do it.") Last week, his kidneys shut down.

Old age ain't what it's cracked up to be even when you're a dog.


Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Vincent van Dog


This is Rags, our Parson Jack Russell Terrier.  We got him for a very modest $25 donation at an animal shelter about 10 years ago.  In the last 8 days however, he's cost us a bundle and the meter is still running.  First, it was his annual shots, an expense to be expected.  Ka ching!  While he was in for the shots and annual exam, it was determined that a cyst on his belly needed to removed surgically.  Ka ching! The next day when I picked him up after the surgery, one of his ears filled up with blood and he had a cauliflower ear like a boxer (as in, a fighter not as in, the breed of dog.)  I took him back the following day to have the ear drained. There was no charge for this visit and that was a relief!  A couple of days later, I had to take him back when the ear filled up with blood again and this time to drain the blood and have laser surgery to "quilt" his ear so that it would not fill up again with blood. Ka ching!


When I picked him up today, he comes out with his head all bandaged up and looking like van Gough after he cut off his ear.  Although I understand that his ear is still under the bandage, he definitely has that van Gough look going on at the moment.

Did I mention that meter is still running?  He's due back to the veterinarian on Friday to have the stitches and staples removed from the cyst surgery, hear the results of the pathology test on the cyst, and have the dressing changed on his ear.  Ka ching! I'm expecting that I'll need to go back to have that ear dressing removed and checked again.  Ka ching!

Let me be clear, however.  I have the greatest confidence in our veterinarian, Dr. Babette Dixon.  I'm not blaming her for the financial explosion here, I'm just saying that a $25 dog can become really expensive.

I think I'm going to have to put one of my kidneys on eBay in order to pay for Rags' vet bill so if you know of someone who needs a slightly used but healthy kidney, please have them contact me. 



Monday, September 21, 2009

Channeling Elvis

I'm sitting in the den right now watching my dog who's lying on his back, asleep on the sofa.  His back legs are quivering and I swear that I saw his lip curl up on one side.  I'm pretty sure that he's channeling Elvis.  In fact, the more I watch, the more it seems to me that he's specifically channeling Elvis singing "All Shook-Up".  I know what you're thinking:  "That guy is crazy!  If that dog's channeling anything, it's probably "Ain't Nothin' but a Hound Dog."  That could be true but it looks more like "All Shook-Up" to me.