Thursday, September 24, 2009

Puppy Love

On our walk last night, Jetty fell in love. We don't know her name because she was on the other side of the street, but he was immediately taken with her striking blonde, labradoodle-ish beauty. It's fair to say he was gawking as he trailed along, looking nowhere but behind him, eyes only for this new object of his affection. If he could wolf-whistle, I have no doubt that he would have. She seemed equally interested, walking away with many longing backward glances. That is, she was interested right up until the time he walked smack into a tree. Oh yes, way to be cool and impress the ladies, Jet.

I felt like I was watching a cartoon. You could almost see the thought bubbles popping up out the dogs' heads (in Jet's case, it would say D'oh...) He tried to maintain his composure by giving himself a quick shake and acting like - "Yup, I totally meant to do that", but it was too late. Blondie stalked off with nary a backward glance.

Poor boy. For anyone out there mending a broken heart, Jetty assures me that liver treats are an ideal tonic.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Alas, poor Jetty

Or poor Mummy, depending on your point of view.

Sigh. Another day, another visit to the vet. Out for a nice, long walk this morning when Jetty suddenly lost the ability to bear weight on his hind leg. We were equi-distant from home and the vet, so I called home for some reinforcements (i.e. the car, since he's now 60 pounds and I can't carry him). After some confusion (the troops thought I was at a different park than I was, and freaked when they couldn't find us), we hustled the Jetster to the vet and managed to sneak him in for an appointment, despite the fact that "they don't do walk-ins".

Once again his inability to speak hindered the diagnosis. I suspected he had a bee sting on his paw, but when it was shaved down, the vet couldn't find any evidence of a stinger. She thinks he twisted his knee, as the ligaments are loose in that leg. Poor boy is on bed rest for two days, and if it's not better in a couple of hours, I'm to head back and pick up a prescription for an anti-inflammatory. Perfect, just enough time to have a shower and grab something to eat, neither of which I'd done before leaving the house hours ago!

Jetty, it's a good thing you're cute, because, thanks to you, I'm slowly but surely going broke, $75 at a time.