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September 29, 2006

Dog park, dog park, dog park, dog park

Finally, finally, finally! We went to the big dog park today! Joan slept late, and she let me up on the bed next to her. I had a feeling something different was going to happen today. We got up and I got some breakfast and then I could tell we were going somewhere because Joan had the sheet and a towel with her. She put the sheet in the backseat while I waited patiently in the garage. Then we were off. With the exception of a stop at the coffee shop, we were at the park in no time (lots of yelping by me on the way) and got over there pronto. Today was not busy but I saw another chocolate dog like myself and a few other friends.

I went in the Mississippi but it was no worries because my wound is closed up now so the contaminated, dirty water will not infect me. I ran and ran and ran and smelled and smelled and smelled! Great fun!

On the way back we had to do errands which bugs me b/c I always want to go home and see if the squirrels are in my backyard. But I was somewhat patient while we went to the gas station and I got to go into the store where Joan buys a big bag of my food and some treats - I even got to eat some treats while I was there. I'm a little nervous in that place but not enough to not eat treats!

Relaxing at home now.

September 26, 2006

Weekend with the girls

Well, this weekend was strange. On Friday, Joan kept coming and going with that box on wheels. She left once to return soon after, take something from the laundry basket and then leave again. Then she returned again a couple hours later. Then she left way later with it again. Then the girls from across the street showed up (they showed up earlier but Joan was home and told them something about a cancelled flight). Anyway, they let me out at nighttime and then returned and gave me walks and food and water. They stayed and watched TV with me while I lounged on my bed. Joan really gave me the whole living room. She had both of my beds in there and she put a blanket on the couch and a sheet on the leather chair so I could bounce around the room and sleep wherever I wanted! I missed Joan but it wasn't that bad because I ate all my food so I wasn't that worried. I really like those kids!

Now Joan is back. This morning we went on a long walk and we saw a BLACK STANDARD POODLE. I walked by without incident though my ears were down and I was pulling on the leash and looking backwards, too, to see if it was going to attack me. It wasn't the attack poodle but STILL I've got to be careful from now on!

Yesterday Joan let me stay in the house without T-shirt. What freedom! But she realized I was licking my wound a bit so last night she put the t-shirt on again. When, when, when am I going to get to go to the dog park again? and swim in the Mississippi River? and run like a dog again?

Healing wound

Here are pictures Joan took of my wound last week. It is healing nicely, but I'm still wearing the T-shirt which gets in the way sometimes. Joan has discovered that this is not my only wound. She already found one of my neck. She has since found at least two other scabs on my body - one near this wound and another near my hind quarters near my tail. So those poodles really got me bad.

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The good news for Joan is that the poodle owner paid Joan for the vet bill. Yeah - I felt bad for Joan having to dish out all that money for healing me when it was the poodle's fault.

Camp Bosco

Two weekends ago, Joan let me in the car and we drove to Camp Bosco at Martha and Miguel's. We sat outside because it was really nice weather and Boli, the cat, gave me a kiss on the nose with his paw. Unfortunately, then Joan drove away without me. hmmmmmmmmm. But that's okay, I got over it. The next day, Miguel gave me my food but I didn't want to eat it all so I left some. Then Boli decided to investigate it which is totally unacceptable. So I had to chase Boli away. And then that was kinda fun so I continued to chase Boli and one night Boli didn't even come home (sorry boli). I was just having fun but I guess it wasn't as friendly as I meant it to be. Still, I was serious a bit too, because no cats allowed near my food! I'm not sure I'll be invited back which is bad because I love Camp Bosco. Martha took me on the golf course for some hard, fast runs which was great. No swimming though.

Then one day, a car drove up and Joan got out! I was so happy to see her. She gathered my stuff and we left. But then we turned around and came back. She went inside again and came out with my bed! Then she decided to walk me around the neighborhood before driving back home - and we came open some barking dogs. I could tell Joan was scared and then we went a different way. One dog was on a tie-out and was lunging so that was the scariest.

When we got home, I checked the backyard for squirrels and cleared the path for Joan.

September 14, 2006

Healing Setback

Joan removed my shirt this morning and we went on a walk. She was very happy about the progress of my healing wound. Then we got back to the house. She was filling the water can to water some plants and I was tracking a squirrel on the garage roof. Then I smelled something in the raspberry bushes so I went in there to investigate. Ouch, something hit my wound and I swung around to lick it and it was a salty metallic-y taste. Joan moved her hand to stop me from licking and then said, "how did that start bleeding?" She spilled water all over and not in the watering can.

Then she took me inside and washed my wound, put more of that smelly goopy stuff on it and put the t-shirt back on! My new t-shirt makes me a triathlete. I'm really good at running and swimming but I'm scared of bikes so I know I wouldn't do well at that!

Anyway, I guess it is a setback since the fantastic (Joan's perspective), itchy (my perspective) scab was pulled off. Joan says that the skin though is growing in, so the wound is not as large as it used to be.

September 11, 2006

My outfit

Eileen (Joan's sister) came over last night. They started cutting my red t-shirt because it was kinda tight on my legs. But the cutting got out of hand and now they say I have a muscle shirt on one side.

Later that night, Joan put one of her tank tops on me - then I was a Pomona College water polo player (that's what it said on the back) - well, I'd really like to get in the water and I love balls so it could work. In the middle of the night, I guess my licking woke Joan up (I knew I should have slept downstairs). Joan turned on the light and realized that the tank top was down and I had access to my wound - which I was licking again! So downstairs we went and the red shirt went back on. Oh well. No more licking, I guess. I'm actually pretty happy when she puts the goopy stuff on because it makes it itch less. A little bit less.

People are gawking at us when we go on walks. Joan just laughs! At least I don't have the cone on. But I bet they think Joan is a weird owner to make me walk around with a t-shirt on. And now my half muscle shirt. Ha ha.

September 10, 2006

Step into my paws...

I've been licking my wound. I guess this is not acceptable. Joan says I've swallowed more neosporin than has penetrated my wound.

So...yesterday this is what happened. I wish the poodles had to step into my paws for a week and wear this cone!

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These are called Elizabethan Collars so maybe I'm supposed to feel regal. But really I just feel stupid. I just stand around, not knowing what to do. I wouldn't even go outside to go to the bathroom. I kept running into things - the chair, the kitchen cabinet, the stairs, my bed. Joan took it off last night and put on a pad with her bandage wrap overnight. This morning she looked at me and saw the wrap and bandage on my bed off of me. Ha ha. BUT she was happy that my wound was crusty and hard.

After our walk, during which I took a few licks of my wound, Joan put the cone back on me at home. Then she got on the web to investigate collars because this one seems kinda big. (She borrowed it from our neighbors who have a bigger dog.) That's where she found a better idea! Even though I still feel kinda ridiculous, it is far better than the cone dog look!!

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Joan says I'm very becoming and that I'm kinda a UofM dog now since I'm wearing the WebCT CE to Vista T-shirt that they gave out last year. Not that I even know what that means or you either but it is RED. No one's gonna miss me when we are on our walks!

September 07, 2006

Another bite

Today Joan found another bite on me. I knew I had it but didn't complain. She was petting me and then she felt something and started digging through my fur. Sure enough, she felt the scab of where those d*** poodles bit me on my neck, below my ear. It's not too worrisome since it already has a scab, and Joan is making me take these big pills with peanut butter on them! Lucky for me, probably, my thick fur prevented further damage than a tooth scrape - but I bet Joan will take pictures and give it to that owner. I heard her talking on the phone to animal control asking them to put an addendum that I was bit twice on our report!

Other than that, she puts some goop on my big wound that smells. That makes me want to lick it. And sometimes I try and then Joan yells at me to not lick.

September 06, 2006

Afraid of dogs

Well, Joan thought I was okay after my attack, but I'm not. Tonight we walked by the neighbor dog who is tied up behind her house. She usually runs towards me and barks and then I bark back. Well, tonight she did run towards me but I picked up the pace, put my ears down and tried to get Joan to follow pace. I don't want any dogs running at me and barking anymore!

We also stopped and talked with a guy who lives near the BLACK POODLES. He was out gardening and Joan asked him what he thought of the black poodles (without telling him they bit me). He started going on and on about how they are constantly barking at every dog that goes by and/or jumping over the fence and getting out. Then she told him that they got out and bit me and he was really sorry! He was glad that Joan called animal control and reported it.

Joan has cleaned my wound and puts this goopy stuff on it but I don't like it, so I've been licking it occasionally. Tonight Joan has started to say something about getting a cone for me. An ice cream cone? I like those.

September 04, 2006

Bitten!

I have been lax in my blogging. Joan and I have been doing a lot of work around the house. Actually she has and I lie around and wait for her to emerge from the basement. There are a lot of smells coming from down there - I never go down there so I doubt I'll ever know what she is doing. She wears a mask sometimes down there and she looks kinda funny. So now I'll get back to my daily life in the city.

Today was not so great. I have a bad story to tell you. Joan and I went out for our usual morning walk. I think she had lots of things to do today since tomorrow she start working in ernest! She took me on our shortish loop - 1 mile. As we came around from the river road back into the neighborhood, we passed by this house that has 2 black standards poodles. They are nasty. They always bark at all the dogs as they pass by and they scare me, so I high-tail it out of there. I pick up the pace and Joan follows suit.

Today was different - not in my fast pace - we were already past them and down the block a house. But then they got out of their yard. They opened the fence and came running after us. Joan started screaming "GO HOME!" She was really screaming but they didn't listen to her and then they attacked me! I tried to fight them but there were two of them (off-leash) and me (on-leash). Meanwhile, Joan is screaming even louder (if that's possible). Finally, they backed down and retreated to their driveway. Joan yelled at them some more and then she heard a person call for them. I was shaking. Joan was shaking. SHOCK.

Then - two women who were out on the river road cut through a person's yard to ask if we were okay (they said that Joan has a loud voice!). Then two other neighbors came out - one guy who saw the whole thing happen and another who just had heard Joan. The man was very concerned because this is not the first time the dogs have been out (we know that because we've seen them out before - and Joan yelled at them that time too but they went home.) Joan said she was going to call animal control. The other neighbor lady said that Joan should just talk to the woman. The woman who recalled her dogs and didn't even have the decency to see if they did any harm? And shall we talk about harm -- I was bitten by those nasty dogs. Here are the pictures of me before, during, and after my visit to the UM Vet Emergency (it was Labor Day no less.)

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They drugged me at the doctor's so when I got back home, I was a different dog. I didn't even get up to say hi to Tim, our neighbor who gives me treats.

Anyway, back to the scene of the crime --- this young woman comes out of the house and is going to leave when the neighbor tells her to talk with me. She even acknowledges that they can't keep the dogs in, that they are "very smart" (if they are so smart, why can't they be trained?), and how they've already been visited by animal control. Get ready for trip #2!!!! Joan told her that they needed to pay for a vet visit to check me out, and she said "My mom is out of town." In any case, she gave Joan her phone number. (At this point, Joan hadn't seen my wound.) In the remaining 2 blocks to our house, Joan saw my bloody wound and freaked out!

We got home, she called the people's house and told them about my bloody gash. Then called animal control (closed - holiday). Then called UM Vet Emergency to get an appointment. Then we were in the car and gone for several hours. It was okay there - they treated me right (drugs always help, I guess). Although they made me throw up when we left. When we got back home, I was very s-l-o-w. Joan called the people and left a message that they owe us $247.

Meanwhile both of our days were pretty much ruined. Joan did not get her work done and I was sick and tired. Plus -- I can't go in the water until this wound completely heals - that could be 2 weeks or worse?! That means no big dog park - I'm very sad.

July 2: Theodore Roosevelt to Home!

We woke up early at least to no rain, but everything was wet. Joan didn't care and just pushed the tent and rainfly into its bag and packed up and headed out. Here's a picture of our CottonWood camp in the national park.

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And another image of the park as we drove out at 7am:

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These fields we covered with small animals called prairedogs. And even though they might be a dog - I wanted to kill them! They look like squirrels to me. I was dying to get out of the car and show them my might, but Joan didn't let me.

Today was boring. Hondacar started at 122,272. We drove and drove and drove. At one point, I started heaving in the backseat - I was going to vomit. Joan said, "Oh, no Bosco. Wait." Ha ha. too late. She exited the highway and cleaned up the backseat and gave me a ton of treats. She realized she had forgotten to give me any treats and I still was not eating regular food!

We drove across all of North Dakota and most of Minnesota. After a super duper long time (10 hours), I got really excited because I realized we were back home in our neighborhood! Cool! This picture is funny because we were both pretty tired after such a long haul. And you can see we came back to lots of raspberries in Joan's patch. Yum for her!

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Thus, closes our Travels with Bosco/Joan escapade throughout the west at 122,850. It was kinda fun but I think I like staying at home. I'm not so worried and eat my food normally.

happy trails to you!

July 1: Beartooth to Theodore Roosevelt Nat Park

Today we woke up and set off early (as usual!). Hondacar was at 121,846 to start. It was another one of those couple raindrops in the morning that get Joan really moving fast. I didn't help much - I just hopped in the car and waited to leave while Joan did all the work. We continued to drive up in elevation from our 9,000 foot campsite and ended up at Beartooth Pass at 10,947 feet. If we had just come here, Joan would have had a headache but we were acclimated after our spot in Denver.

Beartooth Pass - the view.
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I got to run around at this pass. There was enough room for me to just sniff around on my own. Then we hopped back in and then stopped at a rest stop area where we could see from where we had come:

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The road here winds down to Red Lodge which is at 5,553 ft. So there was some winding to do. This was Joan's favorite, favorite highway (212) - it is only open in the summer. Also it was clear it was a favorite among the many motorcyclists as there were endless numbers of bikers. Beyond Red Lodge it was just a boring two-lane highway out to I-90 so I slept. Until we stopped at a reststop along I-94 in Montana. Joan was a bit concerned by this:

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But we ate lunch here anyway with our eyes out for snakes. A woman who sells dog food chatted with us - her car was packed with food and she gave me some treats.

We got back in the car (more sleeping) until we entered North Dakota and then exited to go to Theodore Roosevelt National Park - south unit. We got a great campsite and took a tour of the camp. Joan was going to let me go into the MIssouri River until she saw it was red silty muddy. So now swimming for me. After all, I have to sleep next to her in the tent. Joan sat around for a while, read a book, ate some munchies while I sat under a bush. Then we hopped back in the car to do a road tour of these badlands - but we saw this bad boy instead:

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I gave him a real talking to. Joan was trying to take photos and I was trying to show him who was boss from the backseat of a car! :-) I'm sure he listened to me.

When we got back to camp, it started to rain (rainfly was on, of course, - we had learned our lesson by now). And we immediately got into the tent and stayed there all night except for one jaunt out in a brief rain lull. Joan didn't even eat any dinner. But she had cell service so she chatted with her sister for a while before sleep came upon us.

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