Miss Snickers is home!!!

Dad brought Miss Snickers home today!   She is on anitbiotics, prednisone and tramadol and goes back in then days to have her sutures removed.  (We have no idea what surgery she had as we were never told about the procedure, even when we called twice a day)  She has pooped since getting back and had her chicken nuggets, and right now is curled up under six or seven blankets on the beds, alongside Sable and Anna Rose

Thank you Blogville for all of the POTP

Miss Snickers update

Miss Snickers will be spending the next few days at the vet!  When she was examined this morning pre-op, it was discovered that she had a great deal of nasty pus and blood near the anal gland and that was cleaned out without her being under anesthesia.  Due to the massive infection found, so surgery will be performed until it clears up and disappears.  Now she will be tested with dyes to find out the cause of the constant infections and discomfort and to hopefully rule out the tumor.  Suspicions raised are that it could be an anal fistula that keeps bursting and so antibiotics, prednisone and tramadol will be her fate once she is home.  She will also be on an iv to keep her fluids up and lots of anitibiotics to clear up the infection.

POTP needed- Miss Snickers

We know that we have not been around a lot lately, but we have a very good reason!  Miss Snickers, our 12 year old "foster" , has been experiencing great difficulty with her nether regions when she goes outside with the rest of the pack- she has been straining and not much has come out, if anything.  There have been multiple trips to the vet for enemas, a trip to the er vet, xrays, meds, etc, and we thought that the mystery was solved when it was discovered that she had anal gland issues. Once it was expressed (only the left side was involved)  all was thought to be well.  (Have you ever seen WHN doing the Poopy Happy Dance?  We need eye bleach from the last time she did it!)  Unfortunately, the problem has returned with a vengeance and it appears that she has a tumor growing in that part of her that is disrupting her bowels.  So, tomorrow, she will be undergoing surgery to remove the tumor, or as much of it as is possible, so that she can again commence firing on all cylinders, so to speak.  The prognosis is guarded, as it is not known if the tumor is cancerous, nor if surgery will correct the problem, cancerous or not.  IF the surgery is unable to correct the issues, and/or if the tumor is cancerous (we are paying for the biopsy while DRNA is paying for the surgery), Miss Snickers will have 6 months left.  Her inability to poop will end up killing her if the surgery is a failure.  WHN and Mr Geoff are devastated by the news- Miss Snickers has been an adorable addition to the pack, and her sister Sable has bonded with Anna Rose 2, so much so that the two of them are into constant mischeif and all three of our MIssouri girls sleep uinder huge piles of blankets on the floor.  (Tasha still reigns supreme on the couch)

Please keep Miss Snickers in your prayers tomorrow- She has only been with us a few months but she has come so far from an abandoned senior.  

The Treasure of Squeaky Toy Island, Chapter 11

The Treasure of Squeaky Toy Island

Chapter 11

Over at the Pugs Ahoy, Captain Snoopy had managed to find his way to the electric keyboard, and was starting to pound out some notes. Muffin grabbed a Karaoke Microphone, and started singing, “Ruff, Ruff will keep us together! Think of me Snoop whenever...........Some little gurrrl comes along, with tummy so long, don't mess around, just 'cause she's so long..........”

Down at the wharf, Easy was prowling the quarterdeck, when he found Captain Snoopy's long glass. A quick sniff of the brass casing, and a sniff of the teak-wood deck confirmed that the Captain had indeed trod the deck recently, and the scent led Easy to the Gangway.

Down on the pier, Ernie growled, “What's taking all night?”

Easy sniffed his way down the deck, and said, “I'm on the scent, Skipper.”

“'Bout time. Lead us to the booty!”

Easy made his way down to the dirt road on shore, and started down the street, which was still shrouded in a fog that the gaslights barely penetrated. Ernie shrugged, put his snoot to the ground, and followed Easy down the street.

They hadn't gone far, when Easy stopped in the middle of the street, and said, “What's that?”

“What?”, Ernie asked.

“That music.”

“Sounds like the Captain and Tenille. Or an unreasonable facsimile thereof. Very unreasonable.”

“No, Skipper, that ain't what I mean. Who does that sound like?”

Ernie listened for a moment, then they looked at each other and said, “Muffin!”

“And where there's Muffin...........”, Easy said.

“.........there's Captain Snoopy!”, Ernie shouted. “Keep sniffing!”

They quickly resumed their quest. After a few more sniffs, Easy thought he heard something else, far off but distinct. And it was growing closer.

In a few more seconds, Ernie heard it, too.

 Bump, bump, bump, bump! Over and over again, regular as clockwork. Paws on the road. Lots of paws. And they were marching in step.

Suddenly, Ernie spun around, and yelled, “Out of the road, now!”

They jumped onto the sidewalk, just as about 100 Scotties in blue sailor uniforms marched past. Ernie smacked his forehead, and said, “Just what we don't need!”

“What is it, Skipper? Who are they?”

“That's the Blue Crew.”

“They don't look too sad to me, Skipper.”

“I mean they're the relief crew for that submarine that came in tonight. Every time the subs come in they change crews. The sub dock is between here and the pub. You know what that means?”

“They're all gonna stop for a beer on their way to the boat?”

“No! It means that not only will they be between us and the pub, when the Gold Crew leaves the boat, the first place they'll be off to is the pub! 100 sailors between us and Captain Snoopy!”

Back at the pub, Muffin was still singing, and Captain Snoopy was still playing as Tasha and Puddles arrived. By now, they had been out of the water long enough for their back legs to reappear, and they had no fear of being spotted. Getting to the costumes would be a different story.

Happily, with most of the pub watching Snoopy and Muffin, they were able to creep up behind the counter unseen. Puddles scanned the area between the kitchen and the bar, and motioned for Tasha to follow her to the big bone-shaped plastic boxes that contained the costumes. They had scarcely gotten the lid off, when a voice said, “What are you doing?”

Nervously, they spun around, and saw a dachshund clad in a pink dress. She looked a little like Tasha, but was a bit wider, and had a shorter snoobidoo. Noticing them staring, she said, “What's wrong?”

Puddles said, “Do you work here?”

“Yeah. For my night job.”

“What is you day job?”, Tasha asked.

“I work over at the ship chandlers. I'm a figuresnoot model.”

“So you pose for those paw-carved statues they put on the bows of ships?”, Puddles asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you like it?”, Tasha asked.

“It pays the bills. Who are you, anyway?”

“I'm Puddles, and this is Tasha. What's your name?”

“Anna Rose.”

Puddles and Tasha looked at each other, and nodded. “Anna”, Puddles said. “May we call you Anna?”

“Well........”

“So, Anna, how would you like to do us a favor?”

“What kind of favor?”

“See the piebald guy over at the keyboard ?”

Anna Rose looked, and said, “The one in the Captain's hat?”

“Yeah. That's Captain Snoopy. That other guy with the long fur is his Bowson, Frankie la Foot. His wives need to get a message to him.”

“Okay, why do you need me?”

“Their husband doesn't know they're working the night job. He knows us, and he might ask us.”

“Gotcha. What's the message?”

“Tell him Ernie the Red is in Port. He'll know what that means. And Anna?”

“Yeah?”

“Watch out for that red-furred girl that's singing.”

“Why?”

“That's Captain Snoopy's girl. Trust us, you don't want her catching you messing with her man!”

“Sounds like she's singing a Captain and Furnille song”, Tasha said.

“That's Tenille”, Puddles said. “The Captain and Tenille.”

“Not from where I'm standing”, Anna said.

The music suddenly stopped, a bowsun's pipe sounded, and Captain Snoopy started playing Anchors Aweigh. The doors then opened, and blue uniformed Scotties began pouring in, singing to Captain Snoopy's tune.

Outside the pub, Ernie and Easy had just arrived, but all they could see were a bunch of blue uniforms. And with Muffin no longer singing, they had no way of knowing if Captain Snoopy was still inside or not. Just as they were about to give up, Easy sniffed the road, and said, “Hey, Skipper, I got Captain Snoopy's scent back, and it's headed for the beach!”

“Which is probably where he buried the loot! Head for the beach!”

“Right, Skipper.”

“Wait, I hear a motor.”

They looked back, and saw flashing lights approaching. Nervously, they stood completely still, and waited as the vehicle drew closer. But just as it was upon them, it simply rolled past and continued down the road.

“Who was that, Skipper? Cops?”

“Those were the SP's”, Ernie said.

“SP's?”, Easy asked.

“Shore Pawtrol. The Navy's Cops. They must be making sure those sub crews don't get too drunk.”

“Well, Skipper, we aren't in the Navy, so they don't have any say over what we do.”

“Right, but they're headed for the beach, and if they see us, they could still call the Coast Guard. And Sarge already has his eyes and ears on us. We'll keep going, but let's keep our snoots down.”