Phog's Bad Day.
Well...my Race to Wrigley race report is going to have to wait. Today's blog is dedicated to my favorite four-legged furry canine...Phog. In fact...he wants to blog about it himself....so I'm turning the computer over to him...take it away Phoggie...
Hi folks.
I've had a terrible day. I mean really, really bad. Worse than the day my brother Wrigley the cat tried to take me from behind.
It started off earlier than usual. My parents were running in some race named after the cat, so they made me to my "bid-ness" about an hour or two earlier than normal. Talk about pressure! I can't perform on command like that...
A few hours later, mom and dad returned home and said we were all going to go for a car ride. WOOOOO! I loooooove the car. Mom said something about going to the lake later today, too...what fun!
The car ride was fun. I sat on the floor in the front between dad's feet. And when we stopped, we WEREN'T at the lake.
We were at Dr. Lavitt's. And going to Dr. Lavitt means one of three things: 1. I'm getting my manhood removed. 2. I'm getting my nails clipped. or 3. I'm getting shots.
Lucky for me (I guess) there were no surgical operations that went down today. BUT...I did get two shots and this god awful nose drip thing...AND THEN my mum had to open her big mouth and made me get my claws clipped. I was not happy....my dad's arm can prove it.
It was a bitter car ride home, especially since there was no lake
involved. I sat around on the floor and ignored my folks. They kept bugging me for post-vet photos, but I'd only give them my cold papparazii look. When we got home, they were just wanted to be lazy...so we all took a nap together on the couch before they left for their haircut.
While they were gone, I chilled. I wasn't feeling too hot, so I laid around on the tile, chased my tail for a little bit, and fought with my brother Wrigley.
Once they got back, they had a late lunch and we all settled on the couch to watch Memoirs of a Geisha. I didn't understand much of the movie...I only like flicks like Benji, Air Bud and Beethoven. Regardless, they seemed to enjoy it.
Mommy was taking lots of pictures of me because she bought a new digicam last night. I felt like I was taking glamour shots.
With about 10 minutes left in the movie, daddy noticed that something was very wrong with my face...
...in a matter of seconds, my entire face blew up like a balloon!!! I'm talking HUGE. My eyes could barely keep open. Mom, being the overreactor and emotional one that she is absolutely lost it. My face was super itchy, but they wouldn't let me scratch myself with my dew claws, so I was running my head across the carpet for relief.
Apparently, this was a big deal because I'm a pug. Had I been any other breed, I could've sayed home, but because us pugs have so many respiratory problems as it is, the doctor advised us to come in ASAP. So my folks ran me to the emergency room. It was scary there, but the nurses were nice. I met a dog, Rudy, who ate a chicken bone and was having problems doing his "bid'ness" and Logan, a mean looking dog who managed to scratch his eye pretty badly. There was a huge golden retriever with a broken foot wrapped up in a bright neon green cast...he looked pretty funny.
Once we got in, the nurse said I looked like I was turning into a Sharpei!! I was freaking out! Sharpei's have huge faces--this was such an insult! Apparently, I had a really bad allergic reaction to one of the shots I had earlier at the vet today. They took me away from my parents to this back area for some more treatments, I was so scared to be going alone...I ended up with a shot of benedryll and steroids and my folks have to keep up with the benedryll for the next few days.
The swelling has gone down a bit and I can open my eyes much easier now. My nose still feels and looks super big. We got home from the ER around 10 or so...and I'm getting ready to pass out. They said I could sleep with them tonight because of my rough day--I've never been able to do this, so I'm very excited. I hope I can show them how I'm such a good big boy.
So yep...that's my sucky day. I hope yours wasn't as bad as mine and that yours involved no injections.
Woof!
Hi folks.
I've had a terrible day. I mean really, really bad. Worse than the day my brother Wrigley the cat tried to take me from behind.
It started off earlier than usual. My parents were running in some race named after the cat, so they made me to my "bid-ness" about an hour or two earlier than normal. Talk about pressure! I can't perform on command like that...
A few hours later, mom and dad returned home and said we were all going to go for a car ride. WOOOOO! I loooooove the car. Mom said something about going to the lake later today, too...what fun!
The car ride was fun. I sat on the floor in the front between dad's feet. And when we stopped, we WEREN'T at the lake.
We were at Dr. Lavitt's. And going to Dr. Lavitt means one of three things: 1. I'm getting my manhood removed. 2. I'm getting my nails clipped. or 3. I'm getting shots.
Lucky for me (I guess) there were no surgical operations that went down today. BUT...I did get two shots and this god awful nose drip thing...AND THEN my mum had to open her big mouth and made me get my claws clipped. I was not happy....my dad's arm can prove it.It was a bitter car ride home, especially since there was no lake
involved. I sat around on the floor and ignored my folks. They kept bugging me for post-vet photos, but I'd only give them my cold papparazii look. When we got home, they were just wanted to be lazy...so we all took a nap together on the couch before they left for their haircut.While they were gone, I chilled. I wasn't feeling too hot, so I laid around on the tile, chased my tail for a little bit, and fought with my brother Wrigley.
Once they got back, they had a late lunch and we all settled on the couch to watch Memoirs of a Geisha. I didn't understand much of the movie...I only like flicks like Benji, Air Bud and Beethoven. Regardless, they seemed to enjoy it.
Mommy was taking lots of pictures of me because she bought a new digicam last night. I felt like I was taking glamour shots.
With about 10 minutes left in the movie, daddy noticed that something was very wrong with my face...
...in a matter of seconds, my entire face blew up like a balloon!!! I'm talking HUGE. My eyes could barely keep open. Mom, being the overreactor and emotional one that she is absolutely lost it. My face was super itchy, but they wouldn't let me scratch myself with my dew claws, so I was running my head across the carpet for relief.Apparently, this was a big deal because I'm a pug. Had I been any other breed, I could've sayed home, but because us pugs have so many respiratory problems as it is, the doctor advised us to come in ASAP. So my folks ran me to the emergency room. It was scary there, but the nurses were nice. I met a dog, Rudy, who ate a chicken bone and was having problems doing his "bid'ness" and Logan, a mean looking dog who managed to scratch his eye pretty badly. There was a huge golden retriever with a broken foot wrapped up in a bright neon green cast...he looked pretty funny.
Once we got in, the nurse said I looked like I was turning into a Sharpei!! I was freaking out! Sharpei's have huge faces--this was such an insult! Apparently, I had a really bad allergic reaction to one of the shots I had earlier at the vet today. They took me away from my parents to this back area for some more treatments, I was so scared to be going alone...I ended up with a shot of benedryll and steroids and my folks have to keep up with the benedryll for the next few days.
The swelling has gone down a bit and I can open my eyes much easier now. My nose still feels and looks super big. We got home from the ER around 10 or so...and I'm getting ready to pass out. They said I could sleep with them tonight because of my rough day--I've never been able to do this, so I'm very excited. I hope I can show them how I'm such a good big boy.
So yep...that's my sucky day. I hope yours wasn't as bad as mine and that yours involved no injections.
Woof!
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 9:32 PM
10 Camper Comments:
Phoggie, I hope you're feeling better...you gave us all a scare tonight, you tell that Dr. no more shots for you...be good to your mommy & daddy, they really had a hard time....love GM
so i don't really dig animals....(a popular viewpoint, i know) but i do dig today's writing style...
i hope his face feels better!!
Oh no...poor guy! I'm glad you're feeling better, and it sounds like you're in good hands!
Poor Phog!! He is such a cutie, even with sharpei face. Pippin sends lots of get well soon kisses and licks and says he completely understands the torture of a trip to the vet. I wish Phog and Pips could have a play date!
sounds like more runing was done hey we all have bad days, yikers on the dog pic, hahahhabody building
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Oh, poor Phog. What a cutie though, even with the swollen face. Glad to hear everything is OK. Funny post, despite the pain and misery. He has a good sense of humor.
Benny
holy crap you have the cutest dog ever!!! I hope he's feeling better and his face swelled down a little (don't know if that is a term but I'm going to go with it!) Hope your race went well as well.
I love pugs ( I have one back in St. Louis - Romeo)! He is so cute - I'm glad he is okay. Great entry Phog!
oh your poor dog! I hope he feels better!
My girlfriend loves Pugs and she is a scrapbooker, too! Check out her pages at theerbs.blogspot.com
Phog - Good to hear you're feeling better. Take care of yourself, little guy! :)
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