Ryder has blankets in his favorite spots. This morning, when the jackhammers woke him, he scritched the bedroom door to be let out and went straight to his blanket at P's work desk. He's auditing the class I guess.
For my birthday my BIL gave me a dog DNA test kit. I would have never bought this, but I’m looking forward to seeing the results.
The vet prescribed kitty prozac for Ben. I asked for a compounded chew because he already takes prednisolone that way and loves it. Well this little shit wouldn’t eat the chew. So we got it in liquid form because I’ve gotten pretty good at shoving liquid meds down his throat (gave him CBD for awhile). A few seconds after giving it to him, he started drooling everywhere. It was so gross! I gave it to him Friday and Saturday and he was a disgusting mess. Such a gross little dude but he’s cute so he gets away with it. I hope the prozac helps his anxiety. The vet said the drooling is normal and it’s because he doesn’t like the meds. On another note, we seemed to have crossed into old man cat territory. He learned how to hiss well (his hisses used to be almost silent) and now has been doing it all the time. For instance, today he was sitting in my lap and wanted down but his nail got caught in the blanket. I went to help him and he hissed at me. The other night, he curled up between my legs but I needed to moved so I moved him. He went right back to the spot and when I tried moving him again, he hella hissed. He just had an exam so he’s not in pain. I think he’s just grumpy.
I love Ryder and all, but it's so exhausting to have him out in public. He did better as the day wore on at least.
The genetic results came back for doggo. We knew his mom was a chihuahua; we were told the little floozy went to a house with dachsunds and came back pregnant. Our dog has wire hair and a rather long body, plus a big dog bark and turned out front legs, so we assumed dad must be a mini wire haired dachsund or dachshund mix. His results confirmed the half chihuahua bit, but the paternal side came out as poodle mix. According to this, his paternal grandparents were poodle, poodle, bichon, and cocker spaniel. I would have never guessed that.
I really need to stop following animals on social media. I’ve had 2 pass away in the last week and Gilbert the Opossum isn’t doing well so he’ll probably pass soon (he’s really old for a possum). I love following animals because all the pics and videos make me smile but, fuck, when it’s their time... I just can’t.
My aunt and her husband just adopted a mutt! Waiting for a picture without their faces on it, but he is a very good boy, a big ol’ shepherd mix who’s about to find his bliss on a farm.
He is absolutely amazing for such a small boy. He is a very welcomed graduation present and has already been offered a company badge as Director of Belly Rubs.