This is NOT a Drill!

So Saturday was interesting. Mom and Dad left that morning to run errands and do some shopping. When they got back they decided to clean the house, which means they got out the noisy vacuums and stuff.

But right before they started, they heard something... At first I thought it was a kitty howling, but then mom looked and dad and said "Seriously?? Okay, kids, this isn't a drill, in the bathroom!"

Next thing I know I'm in the bathroom with Duncan, then we have Simon thrown in, then Alley then Mia. Apparently those noises were tornado sirens! Since we don't have a basement, the safest place for a tornado is a small interior room, and that's our bathroom.



I have learned that the porch is NOT the place to be during a tornado, plus I don't want to see witches on bikes (on in my case annoying teenagers on skateboards, grrr!).

We were all pretty cool, except for Alley who kept making evil devil cat noises and hissing at air. I tried to hear what was going on, but due to the kitty noises of death all I heard was:

Mom: So where's the stor...

Alley: RAWWWRRLLL! RAOOOOOORLLL!

Dad: I think it's to the nort....

Alley: HISS!!! HISSITY! HIIISSSSSSS! SPAT!

Mom: So, looks like we dodg.....

Alley: DEVIL NOISES! LOUD DEVIL NOISES!

Mom: Okay, I'll go let the kids ou....

Alley: RAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

Finally we were released from the Devil Kitty prison. As we all piled out, I tried to explain the heck that was the bathroom with Alley, so I drew an artist interpretation for mom:



The storm went north of us. Later the sirens came on AGAIN, but it was again north of us. They just turn on the tornado sirens anytime there's a warning in the whole flippin' county. I howled at the siren, mom and dad thought it was funny. I was actually protesting the Devil Kitty Bathroom. It's going to be a long storm season...

Oh, an mom is going out of town for a few days, taking my internets. I'll be back soon! Hugs!

The Kitty Low-Down

Dog mom here. Anna is letting me post on her blog today, there's a lot of scientific stuff her little puppy brain doesn't quite get.

First off, THANK YOU! When I looked in on the blog this weekend and saw all the encouraging posts from people I don't know or have never met, it humbled me. Both Dog Dad and I were so touched. Pet parents (and their pets of course!) are the best--I am honored to be part of this online community.

Okay, so here's the lowdown on Simon's situation. Vet called Friday, and while his thyroid levels have improved, his liver has gone up...from 260 two weeks ago to 795 last Thursday. This is raising concern of possible liver failure. After the initial shock, I began researching and found that his thyroid drug can be causing the liver spikes.

After a phone call with the Vet Friday night, we're trying to find the correct balance. Taking him off the thyroid pills will kill him, and so could the possible side effect of these pills. So we're adding another pill to the mix, Denamarin. Vet said it can be a miracle drug--cleansing and rebuilding the liver.

The game plan is to continue the thyroid meds, add in the Denamarin, give sub-q fluids twice a week and see where we stand next week. If the liver levels are high, we'll have to look at something else, like a thyroidectimy. But we need to get him strong enough to go through surgery, meaning he'll need to be on the thyroid meds to do that.

So basically we're waiting-and-seeing. I pray the Denamarin does its job. He has been eating more, which makes me feel better...maybe being a southern girl I think anything can be cured with food! Again, thank you all so much. You have no idea what it means.

Oh, and Anna wants you all to know she's been giving more magical healing slobbers aka kisses to Simon. She has been quite attentive to him, but I mean, she is the best dog nurse ever! Much love,

~Dog Mom

Bad News :(

Mom just got off the phone with Dr. Vet. While Simon's thyroid levels have improved drastically, his liver values are out the roof.

Dr. Vet is afraid Simon is going through liver failure...she's not sure if it's a mass or what. We're going to try some things involving subq fluids and some new food. Please pray for Simon!

For Who the Yack Tolls

Yawwwwn.....sorry, I' m soooo sleepy today. And so is mom. We're dragging. Mom's had a few cups of coffee, I've had a few fresh blades of grass, but we're still tired. Why? Oh, let me tell you why!

Last night dad was working, I jumped up in his spot, curled up with mom and dozed off to sleepy puppyland--I dreamed of squirrels and balls made of bacon and streams flowing with gravy...I don't know what mom was dreaming about...probably shoes or Johnny Depp or something.

As we peacefully slumbered, something began to pull us away from our noms and hot pirates...it was the sound of a yack.

No, not that kind of a yack, but the yack of a kitty. A yack sound that could wake the dead out of a coma. Mom scrambles out of bed to find the yacking offender so they don't yack on her new carpet and find it's Simon. Luckily he was on the wood, so she cleaned it and came back to bed.

Off again we drifted....I was dreaming of certain studly dogs and mom was dreaming of George Clooney when....Yack Round 2.

Again mom got out of bed (not quiet as leaping as before and mumbling something about words I cannot publish). Yack crisis two averted. Back to dreamland. At this point I got sick of being awakened by the yack, so I got out of bed and went to sleep in the spare bed. Ahh...serenity now.

Whatever. Mom gets up and starts turning on lights (it's now about 4 a.m. btw) looking for the yack sound...but I didn't hear a yack sound. But I couldn't see anything cause the lights being turned on burned out my retinas. Woman, just let them YACK for goodness sake! Gah!

Then mom realizes it wasn't the cat yacking, it was Duncan licking his feet. At 4 a.m. Yeah, I'm not even going there, but mom was so yack-paranoid she thought that it was another yack attack. She has yack shellshock.

By this point she had had enough! She buried herself in the covers and didn't emerge until 7 a.m. So we're both sleepy, the cats are sleeping soundly on the couch and I am quite worried about my brother's 4 a.m. foot fetish.

Have a great weekend! :)

Magical Time Machine Thursday

Time to dust off the Time Machine for a trip back in time! Did you know that 137 years ago today, the famous magician Harry Houdini was born? Do you have any idea how old that is in dog years?? Like a billion years old!!

Anyway, Mr. Houdini didn’t just pull bunnies out of hats and stuff, he did scary escaping stuff. He was actually born in Hungary then came to America as a little boy, I guess cause they had no noms in Hungary.

He was called “The Handcuff King” cause he could escape from handcuffs and chains and stuff. We might could learn something from this....


To prove he was doing it without tricks, he'd often do them almost NEKKID!!



He did stuff like escaping from a skyscraper while hanging upside down, getting out of straight-jackets, being burried alive and other such weird things...

One of the weirdest (to me and I think you'd agree) was the Chinese Water Torture act! They'd go dunk him in water all tied up, and he'd escape before he'd drown! I often feel like this during bath times...so I guess I can sympathize, but why would you do it willingly?!?!

A lot of people think that Mr. Hou escaped by swallowing a key and upchucking it furball style and then using it to escape. Most times he escaped hidden...in boxes or in the ground.

But then, still at the top of his game, at the age of 52 this happened:

Not by one of his magical tricks, but by something even Mr. Hou couldn't escape...a ruptured appendix. He actually collapsed on stage in Detroit then died later that night.

So the lesson here, bath's are torture, you can cough up a key and don't ignore when you're feeling bad, go to the Dr. Vet or Human Dr. Vet. Ta-DA!!!

Wordless Wollerin' Wednesday

Even a diva has to get dirty every once in a while!

Decisions, decisions, HALP!

Well, I won an item in the awesome Paws for Peace acution benefitting Richie and Ronnii and their vet bills! Now the hard part, how to pick my prize?

I won an awesome collar and matching leash from Cody's Creations. And they have SO MUCH cool stuff, I don't know what to pick. I narrowed it down to three, but need your help! Tell me which one to choose (or pick one out for youself and go get it...or get the one I get and we'll be twins!!) :

1. Skully Sweet
2. Grape Crush
3. Pink Argyle
I really don't know which one is more fabulous...they ALL are...don't you see my dilemma?? I love pink, but I may try something different?? I don't know!

And for all you fashionable fellas out there, there are some awesome manly collars as well. I can see some of you in them already!! Help support those who support awesome causes like the Paws for Peace Auciton!

I can't wait to see what you guys pick!