tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88109915118378723192024-02-21T05:23:52.969-08:00A Tail of Two DawgsThis started out as the adventures of Rubi and Grady, two boxers that always seemed to have a story to tell. Rubi, 7yo, tells the story of her and her brother, Grady – who recently passed away from cancer (histiocytic sarcoma) at the age of 4. This is Rubi's "tail" of everything from dealing with Grady's diagnosis, coping with his death, to how life goes on now with her new brother, Bauer! The adventure continues while Rubi still tries to be the center of attention in a world as big as her own.Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-36379346234547948932012-07-29T20:41:00.002-07:002012-07-29T20:48:25.094-07:00Where You Been?Ok, I guess the right question is "Where have *I* been?" Whatever...<br />
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Well, sorry for not writing an update in so long, but I've yet to master how to write with "Stop That" hanging off my jowels or my ears or biting my legs. He's got the sharpest teeth that I have scabs all over my neck and ears to prove just what I've been up to these past few weeks. He's lucky he's cute, otherwise I wouldn't tolerate this lil devil dawg using me as a teething ring. <br />
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That is Pippa. The beans said she was gonna be here a few days til her real momma came and got her. We did have fun and it was kinda nice that Bauer and Pippa could use each other as a teething ring, instead of me. They had the same birthday, so I think that makes them like brudda and sista, but they had different mommy and daddies, so maybe they are just cousins, cuz they sure played ALOT!</div>
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Pippa finally went home to her momma and I thought life would calm down. But, nope, I want that lil thing back cuz I'm still STOP THAT's chew toy.<br />
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So, I have to do what I can to tire him out.<br />
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We played "I'm gonna git you!"</div>
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WHEW!! All that wore me out! But do you think it stopped him from using me as a chew toy?</div>
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Oh, and if you're wondering what happened to his ears....The Beans gave him pigtails!! HaHaHa!! Sissy LaLa in the making, I'm tellin ya! They put tape on them cuz his ears fly away and they say it will help to keep them flat. I think it makes him look girly!</div>
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I thought it was hysterical! That is, til they thought I'd look cute with pigtails too!<br />
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So in the past few weeks, he's gotten big! Maybe one day he'll stop growing and stop trying to eat me!</div>
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He still pees in the house tho. I have yet to figure out why they allow STOP THAT and Evil Kitty to pee in the house and not me. He's gettin better at goin to the door and goin potties outside, but I don't quite get the weird "happy dance" the beans do when he pees outside. When I pee outside, I get nuttin. He pees, and it's a frickin parade!<br />
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<br />So, that's where I've been. I better go now. The beast has awaken from his nap and that only means the Beans will take him outside and there goes another parade! Woo Hoo <sense my sarcasm, they've totally lost it!></div>Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-78516294923774585002012-06-21T20:28:00.000-07:002012-06-21T20:57:57.140-07:00They Call Him Bauer!I call him "STOP THAT!!!!"<br />
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The beans have gone off the deep end! Just as I was kinda likin this only dog thing, they went and sprung up a surprise this week!<br />
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Can you believe this?!!! I was all sorts of likin this only dog thing. The personal walks with my stick. The special attenshuns. The extra special cuddles. And now they throw this guy at me?!</div>
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I will give him that. But that's all he gets!<br />
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At first, I was really, really REALLY excited! A new brudda! A new playmate! A new sidekick to chase Ms Kitty and eat stuff with. I was a lil like this...<br />
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But then, he started doing this stuff...<br />
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And he stole MY bed!!!!! That was totally uncool!!!</div>
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But, then he does more cute stuff and I forget about how much he screams in the crate and tries to bite my tummy! Them teefs are SHARP!! But that face is CUTE!</div>
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And even snuggles with me!!! Finally, someone to cuddle with!</div>
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Oh and he stoled Kitty's bed. He totally earned bonus points for that!!</div>
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This is Kitty, or as I preferred to be called.... Ms. Kitty.<br />
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For those that don't know me, which I guess would be ALL of you because for some reason they gave this stupid dog the rights to write a blog and not me, I AM the Queen of this house!!!. Rubi, or "Queen Dumbass" as she calls herself, is obviously not that bright. She's a bit slow. She waits for me to toss food on the floor to her because she's too stupid to see she has a bowl full of her own noms in front of her. She barks at the wind, the rabits and when she toots. She eats my "litter box presents." And, well...she's really just a dumbass. We know that cats are way smarter than dogs. Well, she makes even Garfield look like a genius!<br />
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I thought I'd take a minute to say hello and to also ask if you have any idea where they sent that big doofy dog. Grady, I think was his name??? He was ok. He intimidated me but only because it was way obvious that he was much smarter than that other dumbass dog, so you never knew what he had up his sleeve....er paw. I only ask if you know where he is so that maybe I can send Rubi there? She needs to go!!! We got rid of one and if we can just toss her to the curb, I can finally have my house back. <br />
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On a serious note, I will say that I miss that smart dog. He listened when the "hooman beans" (<em>will someone please tell the Dumbass that it's HUMAN BEANS?!?!</em>) told him to stop chasing me. He would never get in my face and breathe his doo-doo breath on me like Rubi does.....everyday! He acted like he wanted to chase me sometimes, but he never did. He also would help me catch the flies that the Dumbass and the Beans would let in the house at night. I kinda miss that. I guess him and I could have really been a good team and maybe taught that "Dumbass" a thing or two. We all know that cats are the highest form of intellegent animals on the entire face of the earth. And with my book smarts, and Grady's street smarts...... we coulda sent Rubi out for cookies, locked the door behind her and waved as we snuggled up next to the HUMANS while she sniffed her butt on someone else's doorstep.<br />
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Anyway, if any of you figure out where they sent that smart dog, please send me a personal note to:<br />
Ms Kitty's Korner<br />
c/o Queen Dumbass's blog cuz she won't know the difference anyway<br />
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Meowville, State of Confusion, OU812<br />
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I'd really like to send this doe-doe bird there, so please....only those with true, real information respond. This is a matter of claiming back my territory which was mine waaaaayyyyy before that Rubi thingamajig came around. <br />
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Kindest Regards,<br />
QUEEN Ms KittyRubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-69443698154095578722012-06-05T18:12:00.003-07:002012-06-11T20:01:35.338-07:00It's Like My Birthday....Only Not.So, it's been over a week since Grady went bye-bye's. I still haven't figured out where he went exactly and am sometimes still sad he's not here for me to pick on, but I'm startin to get used to gettin all the attention to myself sometimes.<br />
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I went through a bit of a period of not really wanting to eat din-dins. I'd sniff, I'd nibble, I'd take it to the living room to see if it tasted any better, but it just wasn't the same as when Grady and I would eat together. It was always a contest for us to see who could finish their din-dins first and whoever won, got to lick the other doggies bowl. So, now that there's no contest, eating is kinda boring again. But, I'm gettin used to eatin on my own. Somedays, it's boring without him and other days I just gotta eat cuz I'm so hungry. <br />
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There are times where I'm kinda sad too. Sometimes, I lay on his bed and just smell him and sometimes I cry, but sometimes I remember the good times. That's when I get up and grab my toy and run through the house. He always looked at me funny when I did that. But sometimes, he'd join in and we'd chase each other around. So, when I grab my toys and play, I'm thinking of him.<br />
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And sometimes, I go to the toy basket and just look around to see if he'll come and tell me I can't play with it like he used to. But then again, having the toy baskets all to myself is pretty cool too!<br />
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But, I'm having lots of fun having lots of fun just hangin with the beans now. I get the bed to myself - well, I still have to share with the beans, but atleast Grady isn't hoggin them the whole time no more. I get the couch to myself - again, share with the beans, but with his big head out of the way, I have lots more space to snuggle with the beans. I get to pick any dog bed I want. I get all the window space too and get to guard the house by myself. I get to go to the doggie food store and smell the buffet and pick out toys. I go for walks now too - all by myself. I used to be scared to go unless Grady was with me, but the momma beans has been workin on building up my k<strike>onfidents</strike>, err....<strike>confudence</strike>.....ugh....confidence, and I'm likin dis goin on walks stuff all by myself now too. Today, I even made a lil friend. A black doggie that barked waaaaaaaayyyyy more than I do came up to us and we played for a lil bit. That is, til his hooman beans came and got him. He was fun, I realized then that I do sometimes miss having a buddy.<br />
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One day, on our walk, the sun was making these weird beams and the lady bean and I stopped to take a look at it. It was kinda cool. Then, I felt like Grady was there on the walk with us. And now that I know he's with us when we go to walkies, I'm likin them even more.<br />
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Daddy bean brought home another lil friend for me too. He says he wants to put it in a tank, whatever that is, but the lady bean won't let him do that. So, then he said he'd build a pond and the lady bean said, "ok," but she don't believe him. So, we'll see what happens. She said he has to go back to his homes where he belongs. Til then, he in in a bucket with some water. I go to check on him when we go for walks, but I'm not allowed to play with him too much. He's cute tho.<br />
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The really neat thing though that since Grady's been gone, is that we gets lots of birthday presents!! But, the thing is, it's not my birthday! (but, I'm not telling anyone, so shhhhh!!!) No idea why these people send me birthday pressies, but I know it has really made the hooman beans happy sometimes and sometimes very sad. But, they say even tho it's not my birthday and sometimes these pressies make them happy and sad at the same time, that they appreciate it more than anyone would know. They said it's not Grady's birthday either, but it's because everyone loved Grady so much (again, really?!!!) and shows how much other people are missins him too.<br />
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And these things that the beans called "donayshuns" in Grady's memory. They were made to the National Canine Cancer Society and is supposed to help resurch for the stuff that made Grady's shoulder hurt. That was really cool.<br />
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And someone had this picture done of Grady. It really made the lady bean very sad and she looked at it for a very long time, just crying. I tried to make her feel better and licked away her tears, like Grady told me to do. This picture is now hanging on our wall by our front door. The beans said they missed seeing Grady's face when they came home and now they can see him everyday. I stop and stare at it sometimes too.<br />
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And another special gift. A beautiful necklace with Grady's name on it, his angel wings and a nice message that he'll always be remembered.</div>
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The beans wanted me to tell everyone who has sent cards, letter, messages, and gifts that they are so very much thank yous for everything! It means alot to all of us that our friends miss Grady as much as we do. I guess that's ok.....but they must not know that he really was a Sissy LaLa and even now that he's gone.....he's still gettin all the attenshun! <br />
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But still, the beans says Thank You Everyone! Their hearts have been touched and well, I'm surprised you guys fell for his Sissy LaLa-ness.<br />
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The beans left this bed here. It has all of his monkey toys in it and his blankie and leash. <br />
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When they came home and left Grady at bye-byes, I smelled his bed and it smelled funny. I tried to rub my face on it like I do all the smelly stuff outside, so I could figure out what happened to my brudda.<br />
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What did you do with my Sissy LaLa?<br />
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Everytime I ask the beans where he's at, they tell me he will come home someday, but that Grady is in a better place. Of course, they take him to a better place??! Why can't I be there? I obviously have lots more research to do to find out where this better place is and find out when he's coming back.<br />
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Then the next day, we got a really nice basket of pretty flowers. The beans read me the card, which was from one of my friends at the doctor's. It was very pretty and it too smelled really nice, but I couldn't reach it so I could rub my face on it. I just smelled them from afar. It still didn't tell me where Grady went though.</div>
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Later on, I went and laid next to Grady's bed and toys. I wanted to visit him and thought I'd wait here for when he comes back. They won't let me play with his toys. I guess they are waiting for him to get back too?<br />
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Where did he go? And why did he leave me with the beans? Where is this "better place" and can I drive there?<br />
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Even Ms Kitty is wondering where he went. She comes out of hiding in the bedroom all the time and goes up to the momma bean and yells, "meeeeeoooooowwwwwwwww!" Which I think in Kitty Speak means...."where is that other doggie?!" I'm pretty sure she's hoping Grady doesn't come back. Or maybe she's asking when it's my turn to leave? That Kitty is EVIL!<br />
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Kitty went up to the bed a couple of times too and sniffed and rubbed her face on it too. I had to go back and make sure she didn't do anything weird to Grady's smell. While I was there, I thought maybe if I bring Grady a toy, he will come back? So, I took one of my toys that he gave me from a trial over to his bed and tried to get him to play with it. But, he wouldn't play. I still don't know where the heck he is! But at this point, I'm wondering if he's ever gonna come home?<br />
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Then, I remembered what Grady told me on our walk the day he left. He was going to go away on a very long journey and I had to do alot of things for him. He said it's the most important job ever and only a very special Queen Dumbass like me can handle such tough responsibilities. I'm still not allowed to say what he told me to do, but here's a few samples of the things I have to do....<br />
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<strong>Keep the corner of the couch warm.</strong> This is the Daddy Beans favorite spot and when he's not there, Grady would make sure he kept it warm for when Daddy Bean came back. Now, I am keeping it warm.<br />
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<strong>And be sure to look silly too.</strong> This one is easy. I can do this one all day. And look...multi-tasking. Keeping the corner warm AND looking silly!<br />
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<strong>And most importantly, keep the snuggle spot on the Momma Bean nice and warm...</strong> He used to lay here every night before bed. I don't mind doing it now. I also have to keep her warm at nite-nites. She must get cold very easily.<br />
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<strong>Enjoy the sunshine with the beans too.</strong> I always did this too, but it's more important I do it now.<br />
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But, even though I still have lots more to do, I do still miss that Sissy LaLa.<br />
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The beans took me out the other day. We took the Momma Bean out for her favorite yummies...frozen yogurt....and I got to go with them and visit with other peoples that were there. It felt good to get out of the house. I think the Beans thought so too.<br />
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Then yesterday, it was some day called <strike>Remormial</strike> Memorial Day and they had some friends come over for some yummy food on that big fire thingy. They had 3 little girls come over and play with me and we had great fun running and playing red light green light in the yard. They brought over hula hoops and I got to play while they did a funny dance with them. They ate snacks and gave me nom noms. We played hide and seek and I was always the first to find them. It was the happiest I had been since Grady left. I don't know if he'll ever come back, but hangin out with these peeps made me smile and almost forget my brudda was gone. <br />
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Even though LaLa is gone, and I don't think he's coming back, I'm starting to get back to my normal self again. This morning, things felt a little different. Like, I knew he wasn't coming back and knew he's not hurting no mores and like I felt ok with it.<br />
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I wasn't eating the past couple of days. Not how I normally eat. I was worried that Grady might come home and be hungry, so I'd take a bite of my din-dins and drop some in the living room for me to eat, but would leave the rest of the din-dins in my bowl, just in case he was hungry when he came back. But, after a lil bit, I realized I was hungry and he wasn't here, so I'd eat it and promised I'd save the next din-dins for him later. Well, after a few days of trying to leave him din-dins, this morning I decided to eat it all by myself. And boy, it was YUMMY!!!<br />
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And sure enough, just as I stop leaving him some of my din-dins, he did finally come home today. But, it was weird....he was in a box. It smelled funny. It still smelled like Grady, but just had a really different smell to it and I wasn't sure what it was.<br />
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The beans told me that he was coming home today. I was soooo excited, that I barked, I looked out the window and I grabbed my toys - getting them ready for him to play with when he gets here. But when they showed me the box I thought, "how'd he get in there? Let him out NOW!! We's gotta play!!!" I tried to rescue him out of there. I tried to lick the box alot and all over and tried to nibble on the corner to see if I could set him free. But the beans made me stop. They said he's already been set free? <br />
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Maybe they want him to stay in that box? Maybe they want ME to start gettin all the attentions again? Either way, I must admit,......I'm (kinda) happy he's home. I do miss his smell. I still have a long list of stuffs he told me to do, so I know I am a busy girl from now on.<br />
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This is the start of a new adventure for me, but I know not to be sad anymore. I'm getting extra attentions, extra snacks, and extra space on the bed. Grady did say it's my job to make sure the beans don't miss him anymore. He told me to make sure they knew that he was lucky to have them to take care of him. He said of all the stuff to do on my list, I have to make sure that they knew he loved them just as much as they loved him. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.<br />
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Grady told me many things on our walk that day and I'm trying to remember them all. It's a long list, but I know I'm the ONLIEST special Queen Dumbass that can do this job for him. But, gee....truth is....guess I still miss him too.Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-24370029419701885372012-05-26T09:12:00.000-07:002012-05-26T09:12:21.338-07:00Nite Nite Sissy LaLaYesterday, mom and dad beans were sad. They held Grady lots and cried and told stories of all the wonderful things he did. I tried to sneak my way in there too and give my kissies to them cuz I don't like seeing them upset. Afterall, I'm here, they should be happy. But, they just wanted to hug on Grady, so I let them.<br />
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I'm not sure why. But maybe it was because Grady was having a hard time getting around. He was still acting very drunk - ps dont drink the water, there must be something in it! - and the beans had to help him get up and down on the couch. Otherwise, he'd fall over. He would fall over even just going outside to potties, which kinda grossed out the beans cuz they'd have to clean him up. I thought he smelled nice.<br />
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Grady was using the couch to stand up when they made our din-dins or the wall to walk from room to room. So, I'm guessing he had way too much to drink over the past few days, cuz I've seen the momma bean do that before too. But when Grady did it, it made them sad. He was slowing down and having trouble walking.<br />
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Yesterday, he was coughing more too and one time, a lil bit of blood came out. I saw the look in the beans eyes that they were very concerned, and sad.<br />
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Then, after sitting outside for a little while, the beans took Grady and I out for a walk. It was nice, we hadn't been in a long time. Grady gets to go out and do all the fun stuff, and I sometimes have to sit home. So while we walked, I stayed next to Grady so I could help keep him up and he'd whisper in my ear. I'm not allowed to say what he said, but I'm gonna be a very busy girl for a long time. I have some important stuffs to do.<br />
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A little more time went by and even though our walk was short, they decided to take Grady bye-byes. They told me to give him kissies and say "bye bye" to him. They grabbed Grady's bed and went in the car.<br />
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All I know, is that when they came back, Grady wasn't with them. They laid his bed down on the floor, put his favorite monkey toys in it and laid his leash down inside of it. I walked over to it and sniffed. It smelled weird. I looked at the beans and they had been very upset.<br />
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They said, "Grady went nite nite, Rubi."<br />
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I don't know where he went, but I miss my Sissy LaLa. :(<br />
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Nite Nite Grady. I will do everything you told me to do.<br />
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<strong>Rest in Peace Grady - Branwen's Northern Sky BN RA CGC </strong></div>
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The other day, the lady bean came home to take him to his last puppy class of the spring. Grady was limpin a lil bit, but momma didn't think much of it. The left and called the daddy bean a lil while later saying they was coming home. I thought they were comin to get me cuz obviously, they need my help with all these stoopid doggies around. But no, she came home and Grady was actin funny. He tried to sit down, but he fell off to the side on the floor. I went to check him out and thought his lil game was fun, so I stood over him so he couldn't get up. HeeHee I like to play that game with him.<br />
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But then, he was just standing there and started leaning on the couch while the beans made our din-dins. Next thing I knew, he was on the floor! WHOA! Whatchu been drinkin Sissy LaLa and why aren't you sharin?<br />
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The beans seemed really worried. They took him to the vet the next morning and came back with more drugs for Grady. They said he is in alot of pain. His tumor is back in his shoulder and is having trouble keeping his balance. They also said that the vet thought he might have had a <strike>seesure?</strike> <strike>c-sure?</strike> seizure.<br />
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So, seems like Grady just can't get enough of attention these days. His big win and gets lots of attention, now he gets drunk and gets lots of attention.<br />
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I'm seriously doing something wrong here....Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-84130841898677057202012-05-20T11:11:00.003-07:002012-05-20T11:12:56.601-07:00Still Just a BeginnerThe momma bean had been talkin about gettin a title for Grady. I guess she doesn't like the one I have for him, so she's gotta get her own. So, for the past few weeks, she's been takin Grady to puppy classes and working on trying to smarten him up. Here's a video of her tryin to get him smart...<br />
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I think he still needs work, but...that sissy lala thinks he's so smart. <br />
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Last weekend, the beans took us far away and we stayed at another home for a couple of nights. At first, I thought they were taken us to the special doctors, but when the suitcases came out, I didn't think they kept beans overnight at the vets. So, we were a bit confused. Then when we went bye-byes and got to the new house (they called it a hotel), all our stuff came with us. So, it was like a little vacation! I was so excited, but a bit nervous with all the noise and the smells. Eventually Sissy LaLa and I settled down and went nite-nites.<br />
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And Grady with the Daddy Bean. They was watchin hockey together, being boys. Momma Bean and I were hangin out, lettin them be boys.<br />
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The next morning, the beans took us to a big building with lots of other doggies for me to play with. I think those doggies must live there cuz all of them brought their own crates to hang out in. I went to go investigate and see the doggies in their "houses" but Momma kept tellin me to "leave it." I didn't quite get that, thought we were there to play. I just wanted to say "hi's" to all of them cuz I <em>knoooowwww</em> they wanted to play with me! I mean come on, how can you resist the Queen Dumbass?!<br />
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I was surprised when the beans tried to put me and Grady into a house together. Usually, they take this house to Grady's training camps and stuff, what the heck was I doing here? Still very very confused!<br />
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We sat there all days. Sometimes, my whining would get me out of the crate and for a walk, but most of the time, I had to sit in there and watch the other doggies. There was a space where the other doggies got to go out and do stuff, then they'd win ribbons and TOYS!!!!! I kept waiting for my turn, I know how to sit, walk around in circles, and lay down (I do that one VERY well!) but sadly, my time never came. However, OF COURSE, Grady got to go out there and do that stuff. My only guess is that it's for stoopid dogs to see if they ares gettin smart or summin and that's why Grady had to go and not me. It makes perfect sense if you think about it.<br />
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So, apparently Grady was the bestest at walking around people and stuff cuz he got a blue ribbon ( the beans called it 1st place again) and he got a Monkey toy!! He sure does loves his monkey toy - he has like a millions of them and won't let me play with any of them. So, I knew....paws off da monkey! Supposedly, this one was "special."<br />
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With the judge lady who said Grady is officially smart now: (she may need new glasses, I dunno)<br />
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Grady scored a 193.5 out of 200 points, so I guess he's not <em>that</em> smart, eh? I can do math and that's like 7 bazillion points of for being a Sissy LaLa, that I am sure of!<br />
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This time, the beans said he got his "title." They called him a Beginner Novice now, so I guess that means he's "sorta" smart? I say "sorta" cuz I know those judges were not very smart to give him 2 first place finishes, blue ribbons and all those toys. They don't live with him. But momma bean was happy, I guess because Grady is so sick that it made her feel good to have those ribbons. Maybe the judges felt sorry for her. There were alot of people there cheering for Grady cuz they found out he has cancer, so I guess it's ok to throw the dawg a bone every now and then (wait...bones?! where?! I want one!).</div>
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Momma Bean says he is now Branwen's Northern Sky BN RA CGC. She said I'm not allowed to call him Sissy LaLa anymore. I agreed.....but she didn't know I had my paws crossed! hehe<br />
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So after all that excitement, they still didn't need my help to show all these doggies what a Queen is all about, so we packed up and went home. I was a bit glad to get out of there though.....cuz sittin around watching all these doggies be stoopid, was a bit tiring for me.<br />
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1) Where's da bunny? We got unfinished biznez to take care of!<br />
2) I ain't lettin nuttin sneak in MY house! Even a bunny with treats! (well, hold that thought)<br />
3) Eggs? Mmmmmm I like eggs and especially kinds with goodies inside.<br />
<br />However, I was a little disturbed that this sneaky bunny was hiding my goodies so I had to find them. Even that stupid bunny is gonna make me work for da yummy goodies? This conspiracy has got to STOP!<br />
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However, as with everything I do, I went along with it. Besides, if it's for yummy treats and eggs....I'll do anything for a goody.<br />
But no one told me the sneaky bunny was the lady bean!!! I was totally robbed! No wonder I was a little leary about this whole thing. It was just another silly set up, from the human beans, to make me entertain them. I don't think I look like the entertainment committee. Besides....I'm da Queen....'member?<br />
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Nonetheless, Grady and I entertained her and went out to find the stupid plastic easter eggs. Again....robbed....not even REAL eggs! BUT there was real liver inside them, so I was fine with that. Yes, REAL liver....if she tried to fake me on bunnies, eggs AND liver....she'd be wearin shoes with holes in them next time she goes to work. Trust me.<br />
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But, she wasn't happy with that, so I had to go "Find" more for her. She's so lazy. These things are right in her face and she makes ME find them for her? Beans are stupid too! I still tried pointing out to her that there was a whole bunch right there on the table, but beans are never satisified...<br />
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<br />Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-75512021981244804002012-04-08T19:51:00.000-07:002012-04-08T19:51:48.047-07:00A Week Late....Sad NewsWell, this post is late. I shoulda updated last week, after Grady's first Beginner Novice leg, but I wasn't ready yet. You see, Grady's trial last weekend was cut short. He was supposed to compete Friday, Saturday and Sunday. He earned his first leg on Friday, but Saturday morning he woke up pretty sick.<br />
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Throughout the week, Grady kept waking up having these attacks. He would start hacking and having trouble breathing and eventually coughed up this stuff that made the hooman beans really worried. They said it had a lil bit of blood in it. It was only a couple of times and the hoomans thought maybe it was because they were sleeping with the windows open, since it seemed to only happen in the morning. So, they were going to keep an eye on it, but knew it wasn't normal for Grady's usual allergy attacks.<br />
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About an hour and a half later, they came back, dropped off the stuff from the trial, called the doctor and left me again. But before they left, the sat outside for a little while, sitting and petting Grady, acting very worried. I'm not sure what happened at the trial when they got there, but it didn't seem like good news.<br />
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So they get back in the car and head down to the doctor. When they came back, they were very sad. Grady came in, feeling really tired, but happy to be home. I was kinda happy he was home too. All this worry had me worried about what was going on. <br />
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So, the hoomans are sad. They are very worried about Grady. I spent alot of time this week, trying to get Grady to play....but he wasn't all that interested. They put him on meds, which seemed to help. He didn't have any attacks all week, but he got really skinny all of a sudden.<br />
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<br />Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-41542780567091766922012-04-02T19:32:00.002-07:002012-04-02T19:34:02.035-07:00He's Just a Beginner (Novice)So, after almost TWO whole weeks of the beans making me stay in the crate, I'm finally out and raising hell once again! I think next time I want some attenion, I'll rethink that whole "I hurt my leg" thing again. Seems they just throw me in that wire house and tell me to be calm.<br />
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Anyway, since my freedom, I've been trying to lay low. Grady was entered in a trial and the lady bean was takin him all sorts of places to "practice." I seriously don't know why he has to practice so much. But he obviously needs it, otherwise the Momma wouldn't keep taking him out again....and again....and again....for "practice." It's like remedial doggeh training. He has to keep repeating the classes til he gets it right, I guess.<br />
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<em>ok, side note here....these dogs just walk around a ring and can't even qualify doing that?! Can I sign up for this gig cuz I know I can totally do this better than they can! Heck, next time, let me take Grady in the ring since the lady bean seems to keep screwing up.</em></div>
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Then, to top it off, they took Grady to a race! The Lady Bean ran a 5k. I don't know what a 5k is, but if it's only 5, that is nothing....I'm 7!!! But, they took him to go watch and again....left me home. Something about my hips and knees couldn't handle it. They didn't ask me what I thought, so I just stayed home and tore up a toy while they left and had funs. I make my own fun, so no prob for me. And I get to watch em clean it up! <br />
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Here he is crossing the finish line. They both look really happy, but I guess that's how you feel when you race against little kids and beat them. Meanies!</div>
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So today, I decided to one up em all!!! The hooman beans were in the kitchen, once again makin special din-dins for Grady. I took a page out of Grady's book and pretended to get scared at a funny noise and started limping again. They got so worried. I got special massages! I got lots of kissies!</div>
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Hahahahaha!!! My plan worked!!!! Maybe Grady ain't so stoopid afterall! Maybe there's something to his fakin being hurt? Maybe....</div>
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Well this is CRAP! How the heck do they figure this is fair? Grady limps and he gets special doctor visits. He gets radiators and special meals. And let's not forget all the special attention, hugs and kissies they give him. I limp and I get put on lockdown??!!<br />
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If this is being fired....I'm so sorry, Mom! I updated my blog! I promise to stop limping. Can I get out now please? <br />
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This is what his boo-boo looks like today (the day of his last radiation):<br />
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So that big lump is gone and because of that, the beans said he doesn't have to have those radiator treatments anymore. Which is great....cuz he comes home all tired and smells funny each time they take him.</div>Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-8826323033636754792012-02-24T20:52:00.001-08:002012-02-25T10:13:30.191-08:00The Hooman Beans Wanted Me To Share...I guess they don't read this blog enough to know that I don't do that, but they say I should share the news they got from yet <em>ANOTHER </em>oncallajust the other day. I still don't get how many doctors they have to meet with just to make Grady better. I'm the smart one of the family, they should just give me the moneys instead and I'll take care of him. But whatever, they expect someone with a PHDuh to tell them all the answers.<br />
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Grady had his 5th radiation treatment yesterday. The swelling is gone from his shoulder. Yup...GONE! This is a good sign that they have shrunk the tumor and he isn't hurting anymore when he walks.<br />
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Here's his 5th week pic. Such a difference! No more owies!!!!!<br />
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I'm going to warn you, this video is sad. This is what Grady looked like back in November when he first started limping. It made me sad too cuz he definitely wanted nothing to do with me and wouldn't play anymores.<br />
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And this is him the other day when the lady bean came home from yet <em>ANOTHER </em>work trip. He cusses her out like a sailor (those are the lady bean's words, I have no idea what that means) and of course, they let him get away with it. If I do it....of course it's, "shaddup Rubi!" "stop barking, Rubi!" "Rubi, be quiet!" Life is just so unfair with these beans.<br />
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BIG difference! When he hurt, he couldn't bow like that, let alone walk. He's come a long way since his first treatment over a month ago. Things are looking good for the Sissy LaLa.<br />
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So, the bean took Grady for his 5th treatment and got to talk to this other doctor. Basically, there may be another treatment they can try. It's been shown to kill histiocytic sarcoma cancer cells and the doc said it may be worth a try. This gave the hooman beans hope that even though they aren't doing that nasty chemo stuff, that there may still be hope to give Grady more time for me to torment him. It's called pamidronate and he would only have to have it once a month, for the rest of his life. The beans are thinking about it as something else to try to make him feel better.</div>
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The doc told them about a story of another dog at the clinic. He had to have his leg cut off from the same cancer Grady has. He also had to have the radiator treatments too, but just like Grady...didn't have chemo as at the time of his surgery, he didn't have tumors in his belly either. The dog was in because he just found out he had a spot on his lungs. Very sad that he was getting sicker, but the good news (or silver lining, like mom said) is that he was free of tumors for a year and a half. The doc said that since Grady didn't have any signs of his cancer spreading, that the regular prognosis of 6-9 months, could be MUCH longer!!!!!!<br />
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I was happy to hear this too! That means I have more time to play and beat him up and don't have to worry about him being sick or hurt all the time.<br />
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The doc said they are doing everything else right. They also did bloodwork and everything came back normal. His red blood cells were just a tiny bit on the high-end level, but the doc said it was nothing to worry about...probably a lil dehydration.<br />
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Grady has decided to join mom in yoga at home now too. She says she does it cuz it makes her feel better, so he figured he'd give it a try. He's working on his downward dog here...<br />
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He tried to get me involved, but really.....do you think I need that weird yoga stuff? I'm already the Queen dumbass, how much more awesomer can I get?<br />
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So mom and dad beans have to figure out if they are willing to give this pami...pani...pamidronate stuff a try and just continue to keep an eye on him for a long time. Mom said she may enter him in another obedience trial next month and may take him to the Boxer Specialty in May. Anything to keep him happy.<br />
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The lady bean wanted me to share this too. This is one of Grady's friends, Kalil. Kalil is a rottweiler dawg. Grady and Kalil have alot in common. He has the same cancer as Grady. It's also in his shoulder. Kalil is a tripawd dawgie. He has wonderful hooman beans who love him very much too and are doing everything they can to keep Kalil happy. Kalil competes in agility competitions just like Grady competes in rally and obedience. Be sure to keep track of Kalil's story too. Kalil and his momma bean have been an inspiration to the lady bean and Grady. He's a cool dawgie! I have a bit of a crush on him. <a href="http://kalilthetripawdwonderdog.tripawds.com/">http://kalilthetripawdwonderdog.tripawds.com/</a><br />
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OK, fine...where have <em>I</em> been...whatever. I'm a busy gal, what can I say. There was Ballentine's Day, I had a birthday, mom's been outta town so she steals my laptop from me so she can play on that Facebook thingy while she's away. Oh, and we went for fun walkies and I guess Grady had another radiator treatment too. See, lots of stuff happens, whatchu want me to do about it?<br />
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Not sure who Ballentine is and why he gets his own day ('specially so close to my birthday), but they said it's the day of kissing. So, I tried givin Grady lots of kissies and all he wanted to do what bite my tongue. Maybe cuz I'm so sweet or taste so good or summin, but I just kept tryin to lick his face and wish him a Happy Ballentine's Day too.<br />
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But then a couple of days later, it was the most important day of all.....MY BIRTHDAY!!!! I turned 7 years old on February 16th. Mom Bean said I was lucky to make it that far and that I should be thanking her that she let me get there. We had a lil birthday party to celebrate where I got special cakes. Grady had to come tho....well, cuz he lives here and he's a Sissy LaLa if he doesn't get to play too.<br />
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The lady bean was outta town for my birthday and got home really late that night. That work stuff really gets in the way of my life sometimes. But as soon as she got home, we quickly sniffed out her suitcase to make sure no other doggies were with her (she can't be cheatin on us when she goes bye-byes!) ......<br />
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Grady was very messy, I was very clean. I kept all my birthday cake on my plate while he shuffled his plate all around the floor, and spilled goodies all over the place. I was eating cake off the floor for days thanks to him. So, I wasn't complainin. Mom bean on the otherpaw, didn't quite appreciate stepping on birthday cake with her bare feet and kept tellin us to clean up our mess. Doesn't she know that's why we hired her?!<br />
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The we stopped for that photo op, just to give the hoomans a break. We wore them out...<br />
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Then we got home and were <em>very</em> tired. Grady couldn't even make it to the couch, he just passed out on the floor like some drunk comin home after a party...</div>
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Then, we got our energy back and played with the new toys I got for my birthday. Grady tried to steal all the toys, so I tried distracting him a lil bit so I could steal em back. Normally, I'd just take em, but being a Sissy LaLa, he'd just go tell on me again. So this was my method... Roll around, kick a lil bit, maybe hit him a few times, bite my leg and scratch my back, then when he gets annoyed and walks away....I get my toys back.</div>
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Then like a few days later, they said it was supposed to snow. The beans know Grady loves to catch the snow flakes in the air and he always gets so excited when it's going to snow. I don't understand the whole "catchin the snow flakes in the air" thing that he does. I'd rather wait til it's on the ground. Seems like too much work to jump up and catch the flakes. This is why he's so dumb. </div>
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Well that and he stands around waiting for the snow.</div>
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But the next day, Grady seemed to be in better spirits. Maybe it's the radiation makin him feel better, maybe it was me sharing my birthday cake with him, maybe it was the walkies in the park or the thought that it might finally snow at some point but either way, I was just happy that he wanted to play. </div>
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And something else that made us smile....Grady won a free rag quilt from one of the lady bean's friends. Launi hand makes these quilts and I have one that means "I like to party." </div>
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Launi makes these quilts for doggies and hooman beans too (even the mini hooman beans too!). You should check her out sometime. Here's her blog so you can order a party blankie or frog dawg blankie or even a custom blankie for yourself too.... Cuz I'm pretty sure Grady and I won't share our blankies with you either... <a href="http://launisragquilts.wordpress.com/">http://launisragquilts.wordpress.com/</a><br />
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We love nappin in our blankies. But get your own, k?!<br />
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So, now you're caught up on me. But the question still remains....Where the heck YOU been? Being lazy, I'm sure. That's what hooman beans do anyways.</div>
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Grady had his 2nd radiation on Wednesday. Everything went well and the doc said he doesn't think Grady will have any reactions to his treatments. So, so far so good. The big lump on his shoulder from his biopsy looks like it's getting smaller, so maybe I can punch him soon and he won't cry like a Sissy La-La again. Here are some pics the lady bean took of his one week post 1st and 2nd radiation whatever. I dunno why she keeps taking pics....it's not like she can see the tumor with that camera. She needs a CT Scan to do it and Ms Kitty is too much of a brat to offer to help. Why do they keep her around anyway?<br />
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On Thursday, the other special doctor called about Grady's options for keemotherapy....ah, crap....chemotherapy. She said Grady would need 6 treatments of something called Lomustine and it could make him very sick. It could hurt his liver (but I'd eat it even if it hurt him, I like liver ya know!), his kidney or make his blood go bad. That sounds kinda rough and the hoomans had to talk it out and got worried again. I tried to lick their faces to make em feel better, but again...they made me stop. Something about I lick weird places and they don't want that on their faces. Weird places? Who me? Atleast I don't go tee-tee in the giant white waterbowl in the bathroom! Gross!</div>
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We protected the backyard from the evil birdies and squirrels.<br />
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Saturday, the lady bean took Grady back to the club. She said it was another obedience trial. Grady was supposed to compete in the trial for Rally Excellent and Beginner Novice, but when it was time to enter him, that's when he started getting sick and she didn't know what would happen. So, rather than taking the chance to enter him in the show, she said he could come hang out with her instead and help pass out trophies and stuff. She said it was a VERY important job, so Grady was happy to be put to work.</div>
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This was the table of stuffs that Grady had to protect from those lil yorkies. Very important stuff and mom bean said I could come the next day to help out.</div>
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Grady was so nice that he brought me a couple of these really cool toys with plastic bottles in them. The lady bean said that he picked it out himself cuz he knew I liked to tear up plastic water bottles, almost as much as I like to read books. I like to think of my plastic bottle fetish as my contribution to recycling, but having a toy to play with is almost just as perfect.</div>
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I even let Grady play with one of the toys too. See, I do share with the Sissy La-La sometimes. Even if he is a "Frog-Dawg" I gave him the piggie. He tried to make me take the piggie but I felt pink was a better color for him.</div>
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So we get there and she puts me in the crate?!! What? You mean we go to this really cool place. All these doggies with butts I could sniff? All these cool things to sniff and check out? And you mean to tell me that Grady sits in the crate all day? I don't buy it? How stupid could he be to always be excited to come here and sit in this stupid crate all day?<br />
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Then, after a lil while, I got to hang out and be in charge of the table stuffs too. I had a very important job, something Grady couldn't do....just sit there and look cute and make people smile. I had that in the bag, I mean just check out my snaggle tooth, that will make anyone smile, right?<br />
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So, the Mom bean was told by the Dad bean that Grady whined and cried for us to come home the whole entire day. Really? He's sucha Sissy La-La, I can't even go away for 5 mins and he misses me so much? So, she told me that we had to buy him a toy too. I picked out this squeeky thingy that had a face of a cat on it. Since all of his CT Scans and he still couldn't find it, I thought it would help to show him what another one looks like. I think he liked it.<br />
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I also bought him this big comfortable bed! But before I could make sure it was Grady-worthy, I had to test it out first. Took me a while to approve of it. After a long nap, I decided he could use it whenever he wants. But he has to ask me first and then I'll decide...</div>
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Then later on, we both napped and reflected on whatta weekend it's been! Radiation.Talk about Keemotherapy. Crap, I did it again....chemotherapy. Birthday. Party Time. Sun Bathing. Doggie Club. And now, we gotta get ready to protect the house while the beans go to work. We have a tough job. It's hard being working dogs. They go away to that place they keep calling "work" and something about "paying the bills," but who's supposed to make sure the house is safe from the evil bunny rabbits that lurk outside? Or the weird looking man that comes and sticks bills and stuff into the black box they leave by the driveway? Or whatabout telling off those guys that take away the trash every week? Where the heck do they take all those wonderful goodies? Or who's job is it to bark at the kids before they get on the school bus and tell them all to have a good day? They think the beans just have it so rough.</div>
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See, he's lost his smarts and really needed to go to class to relearn it all again. He even fell over, got stuck under the couch on his back and got all freaky like kickin around that he scratched Mom in the face. They laughed at him. We all laughed at him. It's how we do.<br />
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When he came back home, he was beat. He said he had the best time and got to see so many people he hadn't seen in a really long time. He got lots of hugs and kissies and got to jump up on all the people he wanted to. Now, if that was me....they'd put me back on my bed to "think about what I did," but hey.....gotta take it easy on the boy who has to repeat puppy class over and over and over again. But he got lots of lovins from everybody and he said that made him feel alot better.<br />
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He was so tired when they came home, that he laid like this for a really long time and snored really loud, which kept me awake and annoyed me. But, whatev. Mom said she didn't mind, til she tried to get up and couldn't feel her legs. LOL Now that was funny!<br />
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But anyway, today she got a call while she was home with us for lunch. We were trying to sleep again, but when the phone rang, it woke us up and we all got excited. She said the special doctor was on the phone and after she talked to him, she called the boy bean and told him that the doctor said they had the name of Grady's tumor. She said the 2nd staining results were in and it was NOT heman...hemmangio....hemangiosarcoma. It was actually a histiocytic sarcoma. I have trouble saying that one too, so I told Grady it's name is actually "Hissy" as in "Hissy-fit" cuz this thing has done nothing but caused Mom, Dad and me a lot of pain, worry and upset. Like when I throw a hissy fit cuz I can't go bye-byes with them and I have to tear up a book or cardboard box to release my frustrations then they come home and throw a hissy fit cuz they mad I made a mess. But, that's how I do.<br />
So "Hissy" it is. Hissy Fit Tumor to be exact.<br />
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I heard her tell Dad that it was still bad news, but atleast now that it has a name they can meet with the chemo doctor to see what's the best way to treat it. I hope they can get rid of this hissy thing! Would be nice to be able to punch him again without him crying. Stupid Sissy La-La Dawg.<br />
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See ya tomorrow!</div>Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-10783452772224919062012-01-29T19:26:00.000-08:002012-01-29T19:27:25.996-08:00Special Delivery...But it's a Secret!Apparently, I've been a naughty dawg this whole weekend. I dunno why I'm a bad girl, but I had to go lay on my bed and "think about what I did." Didn't know how to do that, so I just pouted and waited til the hoomans said I could get off again.<br />
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I've been so busy all weekend. Kitty keeps tryin to share our din-dins with us and so, I have been busy letting her now that Dawgs Rule! Kitties Drool! No noms for you Kitty, you get the cardboard kibble....remember. So, I chased her alot this weekend. I blocked her in her kitty room lots of times (and got a lil snack for me while I was in there), chased her away from our food bowls. So, see, I was too busy to be a bad dawg this weekend.<br />
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Then, as if I wasn't busy enough keeping Ms Kitty inline, I was busy talkin to the neighborhood too. I had to bark to tell all the doggies in da hood about our new din-dins, had to tell em about Grady's radiator therapy, had to tell them how Kitty is sucha bad kitty. Then, I had to stay busy keeping this donut balanced on my head. I wanted to eats it, but the lady bean told me to leave it on my head. <br />
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Grady didn't have to leave the donut....he gots to eat it while I sat there lookin like a ding-dong. But get this....he didn't even wanna eat it. He tasted it for a lil bit, then just laid there next to it, teasing me for having to wear mines.<br />
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If the hoomans ask where did Grady go, just tell them you know nothing.Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-69703712665631041402012-01-29T18:41:00.000-08:002012-01-29T19:32:34.658-08:00Yummy Noms...This weekend, the hoomans played around with a buncha new din-dins for Grady. They made salmon din-dins and chicken din-dins to go along with our beef din-dins. Mom said cookin chicken livers was better and less gross than cooking beef livers....didn't matter to me, just put it all in my belly!<br />
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First, they made the salmon din-dins. The beans found a good deal at the store and bought ALOT of it. Check out that loot!<br />
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The best part, besides gettin to eat the noms of course - duh - is always when we get to lick the bowl. I'm so nice, I do share with Grady. Besides, he's a sissy-lala and if I don't, he goes and runs and tells on me.</div>
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And just to show how stoopid he is....Grady likes his din-dins so much that he licks the bowl all away across the floor and got it stuck under Kitty's table. I had to go over and rescue him, but if Kitty found out, he woulda never seen dat bowl again. Whatta dummy, when will he ever learn...</div>
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I kinda regretted doing it later when I realized Grady wasn't here to try to put the blame on. I felt so bad about it that when I heard Dad pull up to the house, I went and buried myself in the blankies on the bed in the No-No room so he wouldn't find me. Didn't work. He still blamed me. <br />
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It was just me and Kitty today though and they never blame Kitty for anything. wassupwitdat? So I had no choice but to finally come clean and admit it was my fault. I felt no shame, I was proud of my accomplishments. But, he didn't get mad at me.....instead he got mad at Mom for leaving the door open in the No-No room! HAHA!!! Plan worked...well sorta.<br />
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But later on, upon my reflection hour when I look outside and watch the birdies fly by, waiting for the mailman to drive by so I can bark at him and missing Grady a lil bit, I realized.... Grady does get pretty shafted when he goes to see the Special Doctor. You see, they don't let Grady eat his din-dins in the morning before they take him. Poor Dude! They totally trick him Everytime! We both wait all morning long as the hoomans get ready to go to that "work" place, pacing around, following them wherever they go, and we even go and sit on the lady hooman's feet while she gets ready, trying to remind her....."Hey, Bean! Feed us!"<br />
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But this look doesn't work for Grady when it's Special Doctor day. They ignore all of our attempts to remind them it's way past our morning din-din times. They even tell us, "sorry buddies, not til later." Do you know how long "later" is in starving dog time? It's like FUREVER!</div>
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But they just ignore his whines, cries, temper tantrums and get him all excited to go bye-byes so he forgets about his food. Then they put him in the car and get this.....they run back inside to feed me while he sits and waits in the car, totally oblivious. Poor guy...he so dumb. </div>
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I'm realizing I may be the lucky dog in all this tho. He gets starved and has to go see the boring Special Doctor while I get to run the house all by myself. Just me to chase kitty, bark at people walking by, bark at that guy who keeps putting stuff in the black box the hoomans keep outside. Even today, that guy in the brown clothes came by and dropped off a package for the Mom Bean and I got to bark at him all by myself too! So....special day for me but not so special for Grady. </div>
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Grady had his 2nd CT Scan yesterday - I still don't know how he's not found those kitties yet, see he really is stupid. But apparently this scan was to get a really good look at his insides and see if his cancer has spread.<br />
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That's right folks! Grady's cancer has NOT spread and that means right now....it's only in his shoulder. This made the hooman beans VERY happy, so I did that lil dance to make them smile some more. When they're happy, they give me more treats.<br />
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When Grady came home from his CT Scan, he was a bit excited too. I think he already knew before the doctor called Mom at work to tell her, but he didn't want to spoil the surprise for anyone. He likes to keep the hoomans in suspense.<br />
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He said that's where the doctor marked to put the radiator to help zap the tumor in his shoulder. The radiator is going to make Grady feel better cuz it will get rid of the tumor. Getting rid of the tumor will help him walk better too. Mom said if they can get rid of the tumor, then Grady can get back to those "puppy classes" again. Good thing too, seeing as he's had 2 Cat Scans and STILL can't find those kitties. Dumb Dawg.</div>
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It's PEOPLE FOOD!! Do you know how exciting that is? We never get people food? They cook it all the time and it always smell so yummy, but we never get a taste. I dunno why all of a sudden we get to have some, but I like it! Ground Beef. Beef Liver. Eggs. Yogurt. And well....I guess they have to throw some veggies in there just to make themselves feel better but I plan to spit those out when they're not looking.<br />
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The man bean said they bought so much of the good stuff for us that they had to clean out space in the freezer and throw out their own people food. Now, lemme tell ya...that is True Love! Even the ice cream went bye-byes. I was a bit sad about that, but I think it might be worth it.<br />
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They took Grady to the Special Doctor again today, so maybe the cereal was to make me feel a lil bit better? I'm kinda sick of all the special treatment he gets but Grady filled me in a lil bit about the Oncallajust. He said he was sooooooo boring! All he did was talk to the hooman beans and petted him a few times. No special treats and no other doggie butts to lick! <yawn> Grady said he was scared when he first met the Special Doctor and tried to hide under the chair, but mom made him get out. I don't blame Grady for being scared, I never seen an oncallajust, but even mom and dad were scared. But sounds like it was just a buncha talking. <yawn again><br />
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Eventually, Grady figured if mom and dad would stop talking to him, then they could go home. So, he tried whining alot and crawling in their lap to get them to stop talking, even tried getting in the Special Doc's lap, but none of it worked. He said he whined to go out and Mom took him outside where he pooped then tried to go back to the car. That didn't work either, they kept going back in and talking to this boring guy. Poor Grady just had to lay there and whine while they talked. When hooman beans talk, did you know they are just soooo boring. They should be chasing tennis balls, looking for squirrels in the backyard or barking at something outside. But, no.....they just sit there and blah blah blah blah blah! Then yell at me when I do it. Anyway, the oncallajust sounds boring! Glad I didn't go.<br />
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Grady said he heard a lil bit about what they said. Something about checking to see if his cancer has spread and going back in for another CT Scan!! Wait a minute.....WHAT?!! Again....he gets to scan the Kitties and I'll probably have to sit at home again. But they said this kitty scan will tell them if Grady has anymore tumors in his belly. <br />
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If they fed him tumors and just gave me a piece of cereal....there is going to be hell to pay! I don't know what a tumor is, but if it's in Grady's belly, then he obviously got some special treat I didn't get! Damn Dumn Sissy Lala Dawg! So, he goes back for his test on Monday. Then they mentioned radiator therapy?? Radiator Therapy? Huh? Hold on, lemme ask Grady.....ooooohhhh Radiation Therapy.<br />
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OK, I still don't know what that is. Maybe it makes him warm? It is kinda cold outside.<br />
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Anyway, he'd have to have the radiator for like 6 whole weeks and it might make him feel a lil bit better, but won't fully get rid of the cancer. They said if the cancer spreads, then Grady would get keemo....cheemo....chemotherapy. So there he goes again....radiators, tumor treats in his belly, now chemotherapy. They are also doing another test on the stuff they took out of Grady's shoulder and sending it to decide what type of cancer it is. I guess there are different breeds of cancer just like doggies and I s'pose knowing what breed it is will help them know what to do next.<br />
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Grady did say he got really excited when they started talkin to the oncallajust...oh wait, it's oncologist, that's right....about changing his food!! They said they were going to start home cooking his din-dins now!!<br />
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OK, hold on a second here, I see why Grady's really happy about this, but NOBODY said anything about changing MY din-dins! So, the hoomans eat fancy foods, now Grady eats fancy foods and I get dried cardboard and the occassional piece of cereal every now and then. Seriously, they wonder why I eat cat poop, too!<br />
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But this is what about ticked me off to the point of wanting to eat another book off the table again....they said giving him a new din-dins was going to make sure it didn't feed the cancer. So now they are starving the tumor too??!!! I can't wait to hear more about this, cuz it seems like Grady is getting all this really cool stuff and me and this tumor are getting the short end of the stick.<br />
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So that's all that happened today. I licked myself lots of times today when they weren't home. I barked at the doggies across the street and the mailman. Oh and I chased Ms Kitty and tried to get into her cat box while they were gone. She keeps that damn door on lockdown, whats up with that! Kitty won't share either.<br />
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Mom said tomorrow's Friday though. That means it's the weekend and maybe if it's nice, she'll take me out to the park or something. So, I like Fridays!!!Rubidawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01191515941761450277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810991511837872319.post-60956879260590759562012-01-18T19:12:00.000-08:002012-01-19T06:12:24.958-08:00Something's Wrong With GradyI don't know what happened, but all of a sudden Mom and Dad are worrying about Grady. Don't they know *I'M* here!! You see, a few months ago Grady had to go see the Doctor. Have I mentioned I love that place? They give me treats! They let me give kissies! They pet me! They just are too cool. Grady hates that place. He's sucha sissy lala. So I have no idea why they keep taking him there and not ME!<br />
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Anyway, when Grady came home from the doctor, Mom and Dad (the hoomans) said Grady couldn't run and play anymore. He had to be crate rested. He was limping on his front foot and needed time to get better. I thought it was funny, so I teased Grady in the crate by tossing toys in the air right in front of him or when the hooman took him outside on leash to potty and poop, I'd run circles around him. Oh, what great fun that was! But then it got boring. After a while, I was tired of teasing him....he just took all the fun out of it. So, I tried to chew the crate to get him out, but they made me stop. Then when he was on leash, I'd try to run past him really really really fast, so he'd chase me, but he wouldn't. Why is he no fun?<br />
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After a while, Grady seemed to get better but mom was worried about how his shoulder looked. Said something about it looked "out of place?" I have no idea what she was talking about....what's a shoulder? But he was still walking a lil funny and then started limping really bad again! Geesh....he just wont quit, will he? Gotta have all the sympathy. Sucha sissy la-la.<br />
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So they took him to a Special Doctor! Gawd, he gets all the fun and I have to stay home and read books they leave out on the table for me. BORING!!! But that doctor made mom and dad very upset. They said they think Grady has a toomer? tumer? Tumor. And he needed more testing. How dumb is a dog that needs all this testing, seriously?? But, they thought he just tore a muscle, but when the Special Doctor looked, there was nothing wrong so they did a Cat Scan. MAN! A CAT SCAN!!! I wanna do that! I like to chase kitties!!!!<br />
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The doctor called mom and told her the scan came back and Grady needed a biopsy. So, they agaaaaiiinnnn took Grady back to the Special Doctor. Grady came back all tore up. He had been out partying without me! So rude! <br />
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A few days went by and the hooman beans were all over Grady. "Oh, poor boy!" "Why this, Grady?" "We're so sorry, Grady!" blah blah blah.....why does he get all the attention? Don't they know I'm RUBI!!! Kween Dumbass! I totally rule!<br />
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Then, one day, Mom was at the gym and the phone rang. Daddy was mad cuz he was playing hockey on Playstation, but he answered the phone anyway. Then all of a sudden, he got upset. He grabbed Grady and was hugging him again. Mom came home from the gym and I heard Dad say it was bad news and they both got really upset. Gee, how bad could it be.....he's getting all this fun attention! They should be sad for ME!<br />
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I heard mom telling someone that Grady has heman.....hemen....hemangio....hemangiosarcoma. Whatever that is. But it sounds bad and makes the hooman beans cry. Why would he do something to make them so upset when they take him to places like a Special Doctor where I know he's gettin all sorts of goody treats, lots of attention and hugs and probably sniffing so many doggie butts! I'm jealous! But, they said it's really bad news for Grady and that he'd have to get radiated therapy? What's that....and why don't I get it!<br />
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Anyway, they are taking Grady to yet ANOTHER special doctor tomorrow. Someone called a cologist? A On Call Gist? Oncologist...yeh, that's it. But Grady gets to go see another special doctor, get lots more attention, get lots of yummy treats...and I suspect they think I'll just sit at home reading another book again. Oh well, I guess maybe they are trying to fix Grady's "sissy la-la?" I dunno. But they are worried. Please keep mom and dad in your thoughts cuz I dont like to see them sad. I even try to give them kisses and they still get sad....so it must be serious.<br />
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Grady when he came home from the Special Doctor....<br />
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My impersonation of Grady when he came home from the "Special Doctor"...<br />
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So here's her note. Excuse her for being boring, she's a hooman bean and they don't know how to have fun...<br />
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<em>Shaddup Rubi!</em><br />
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<em>Words we say way too often in this house, but that's cuz she's got quite the mouth and the reason why I'm letting her write this blog. She needs a job, something to keep her busy....and out of my training books, underwear, socks, and any paper we happen to leave laying around.</em><br />
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<em>Anyway, my name is Dawn and my husband is Shawn. We were married in 2004 and for our one year anniversary, decided we wanted to get a puppy. We knew we wanted a boxer as I lived with one in college and my husband has one (Koho, now 12 years old) that lives back home with his grandma and mom. So, we knew it had to be a boxer. Total no brainer.</em><br />
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<em>We searched the papers and found a breeder in the area. I called, went up there and there were 3 puppies left. Another family had picked out one lil girl and I was there playing with a shy lil girl and a really outgoing lil boy. Both just as cute as could be. The boy was a goober, he barked, he bounced, he jumped, he rolled over. But the girl was shy, she ducked away when you reached to pet her, but turn your back and she was following right under your feet. I had to have her. We named her Rubi.</em><br />
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<em>Rubi at 8wks when we brought her home...</em><br />
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<em>When she was 3 years old, she had a Mast Cell Tumor removed from her paw. MCT's are common in boxers, but we were worried as it was a Grade 2 with a small chance of returning. Fortunately, it's not come back but a year later, Rubis's trouble with her hips finally caught up with her. Her weakened hips left her susceptible to tearing ligaments in her knee. We were warned. And then it happened....she tore her CCL. She has a huge battlescar to prove just how tough she is because once again...she didn't let that stop her either.</em><br />
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<em>Before Rubi's knee issues, we had just brought home Grady. He came to us at 11 months old from a great breeder in Maryland (mine and Shawn's homestate). Grady is a beautiful brindle boxer pup that I had the pleasure of watching grow up before coming home to us. I had met his breeder online about a year earlier and when Grady was born, I wanted a pup BAD, but we were sure Grady would be with another family by the time we were ready for a 2nd dog! We waited til we had bought a house, fenced in our huge backyard, then we were ready and fortunately for us.....Grady was still available. He was on hold for a show home and it never worked out. So, he was ready for a home that was interested in obedience and agility. Ding, ding ding! We're here! Let's bring our boy home! So we did. Just seems like it were meant to be.</em><br />
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<em>Grady as a pup (before we brought him home. He's about 8 weeks old here)</em><br />
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Grady, a few months after we brought him home. He settled in pretty quickly...</div>
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<em>When Rubi had her knee surgery, Grady really showed just how dogs can sense when people and other animals are hurt. He hugged us when we were worried for Rubi. He sat and watched while we did her stretches and physical therapy. He pulled his bed up to Rubi's crate when we first brought her home after surgery, so he could sleep with her that night. How sweet can one dog be?</em><br />
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Grady New Title ribbon. Rally Novice...<br />
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Earning our Rally Advance Title, November 2010<br />
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<em>So, that's our story. For now at least. I'm sure Rubi will keep ya'll up to date on all the important stuff and not so important stuff. If she gets out of line, I'm sure Ms. Kitty will let me know.....oh wait, did I mention we have a cat? She's a black cat. She hates the dogs. Hates life. Hates people. But likes me, so we'll keep her. :)</em><br />
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They have fun together.</div>
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They know how to relax.<br />
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They may be a lil bit spoiled...</div>
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But they are best friends...</div>
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