Meeshka's World

Ch Ch Ch Changes

2026-01-09T07:41:00.007-05:00

Yes, yes, it's been a hot second since my last post, but there's been a seismic shift in my world (all for the better), and many adventures. I've been too busy with things to write. I promise to do better.

Up until the end of February 2025, Bleeder has left in the mornings to "go to work" (whatever that is), leaving me and Toast alone to get into mischief, then returning 56 hours later (in dog years) to do my bidding for a few hours before going to sleep and starting all over. Then, at the beginning of March... she stopped leaving. She stayed home... all the time, every day. IT IS AMAZING!

We started doing walkies twice a day, I had unlimited play times, and snuggles, and treats, and fun, and adventures! They call it "retired", which is weird because all they do is sit around and have fun with me and do "chores", so it isn't like they get tired only to retire, but whatever, it means 24X7, 365 of fun for me! Plus I always hate it when one goes someplace (without me), I worry. I'm a worrier.

Now I was going on car trips to pick up groceries, and one time during grocery pickup, my fancy car wouldn't go, so Bleeder had to Uber home, get her crap car, drive back, take me home for my pills while my fancy car and Toast got a toad. I got a toad once, it was slimy and cold and not at all fun.

We did have to stop our walkies because of my condition... and the fact that our neighborhood has gone wacky and trashy. The tipping point was when I discovered a chicken carcass buried in leaves in the street. All of the experts say that a Husky will only eat until it is full. These experts are morons because I would eat an entire bag of food and beg for a cookie afterwards. I was NOT going to let my whole chicken carcass bounty go easily (I did, there's something about having Bleeder's whole hand in my mouth that says "let it go").

Additionally I started having my condition issues flare up again, so we've just upped my yard exercise to include ball chasing, games like "Keep away from the slicker brush" tag, got your feets, and gonna get that tail. That is supplemented with ripping squeaker toys to shreds, squirrel stalk and chase, and bed ricochet. For enrichment, I attempt to steal food off the counters, and lick the bathroom sink.

It literally exploded in my mouth

I just want to mention the squirrel stalking. I smell a rat... with a fluffy tail. Every time we go out, there are squirrels in the yard. I start my sneaky sneaky descent down the deck stairs to begin my sneaky sneak stalk toward the squirrels who are totally oblivious to my approach due to my sneaky sneaky stealth skills. Then there's a loud noise and the squirrels flee... EVERY SINGLE TIME! I thought it was a spotter squirrel up in the tree making the noise to warn the others to flee... NOOOOO. I happened to be sneaky sneaking the other day and looked over my shoulder to make sure Bleeder had my 6 and what did I witness??? It's Bleeder clapping her hands and warning the squirrels! She's a double agent for the squirrel mafia! I let it be known that I am not pleased with this development and plan to enact sanctions soon.

BLEEDER! WTAF???

Til later.

All About the Whooping

2025-07-14T17:33:00.003-04:00

I don't remember a lot from my Pennsylanian birthplace, except it was quite chilly and it had a lot of fun snow. Then Bleeder and Toast come swooping in and drag me down to this inconvenient and ridiculous state of Merryland.

Excuse me, where is the snow?

It barely snows here, and when it does, it usually only lasts for a day. A DAY?!?!?!? Or it warms up a bit, then refreezes and makes the snow into a pointy glare of unfun ice that I can't run on or dig into. It does get nice and cold, but then the ground is all hard and pointy, and not fun to run on. It needs SNOW to cushion it!

Then there's summer. We are currently in summer, and so far it has been less than optimal. BROILING temperatures, and now we are in the non-stop humid storm season. It is ridiculous!

I don't like storms. The thunder is unexpected and annoying. Want to know what is even more annoying? The whooping noise from the NWS scanner that the humans use to determine whether we need to go downstairs to the perfectly cooler fun play room, or stay upstairs. I don't like the whooping noise. Granted, it isn't as disturbing as the Weatherbug cricket noise for nearby lightning, but it's right up there on the nails on a chalkboard reactionary scale.

If we were to chart out disturbing noises, my list would be from worst to annoying:

1. Fireworks (they suck, I hate them, they freak me out)

2.) Weatherbug cricket noise

3.) Toast sneezing. Why do guys always sneeze at 4,000db? Bleeder's sneezes sound like a delicate butterfly flapping its wings.

4.) Thunder when it's really close

5.) Whooping NWS alert

When the scanner whoops, I seek shelter under the coffee table and onto the feet of Safety Toast.

Have neither of you discovered the magic of dusting?

I remain there until I wake up from my nap, or Bleeder gets up and starts packing a reusable shopping bag with my harness, leash, walking belt, medicine, peanut butter container, woof ball and woof ball nom nom package, and my squeaker toy du jour. This means that we will all be going downstairs to watch tv and wait for a tornado to whip us over to Oz. We play squeaker toy chase, then I get my tasty woof ball, and generally fall asleep while Toast worries about tornadoes, and Bleeder keeps repeating the midwestern Tornado Alley creed: "Honey, if one is coming, we either die or we don't" while she plays Candy Crush on her phone. She has been known to stand on the porch or deck during particularly tornadoey weather and has to be dragged in. Think Lt. Dan on the ship in Forest Gump, and that's pretty much everyone that's born and raised in tornado country.

But I digress about the weather... currently we are in storm season, which is much more stormy than past storm seasons, and also much more hot and humid. Due to this crap weather I have been unable to go for my morning walks because it is too hot, even at 6 in the morning, and remains hot even until the wee hours of the night. Then it storms, then it gets more humid, and I can barely go out and do my business before I run back into the cool air conditioning and chew on my ice chips. Tonight we had over an inch of rain in 15 minutes and then the sun came out. Bleeder could barely see anything because her glasses fogged up. She could barely see my poo well enough to comment on it's consistency.

If anyone has any recommendations on where we can move that has lovely cool weather during the summer, and nice snow during the winter, doesn't have tornadoes (although Bleeder likes them), no mosquitos, cicadas, june bugs, bitey poisonous nope ropes, bugs that sting, alligators, crocodiles, and other dangers, but does have a first rate Neurology vet clinic, just drop me a line.

Oh wait, gotta go, the whooping just kicked off again for someplace NOT EVEN CLOSE TO US.

Chores

2025-07-13T11:18:00.003-04:00

Everyone has chores to do, and I'm not exempt from this, for some odd reason.

Toast keeps telling me that I'm responsible for fetching his socks when I want to go outside. I'm not sure how this is possible since I'm not allowed to even look at the dresser where the socks are since the "incident", but he keeps insisting it is part of my "chores".

They won't even let me sniff the lawnmower (even after they run over some form of tasty creature), and yet I'm reminded that they do it "for me". I'm not the one complaining about picking up my poo in longer grass, and for the record, I never requested they even pick up my poo, they just do it and have some kind of pathological need to remark on its firmness, consistency, texture, and size. I just poop and scratch the ground happily and move on with life. You don't see me trying to size up their poop in the water fountain and handing them a cookie.

Pick up my toys? Why? I'm not done with them. They haven't been ripped to tiny shreds and strewn throughout the house, so they're fine right where they are. If the stupid vacuum robot can't handle it, let it go around or choke on the stuffing. I'm tired of it trying to run me over when I'm napping.

Since it is so hot out, I prefer my water be frozen and ground up in tiny chunks that I can chew on. Is it too much to ask of Bleeder to keep checking my ice chip bowl and refill it? Once again, I'm not allowed to operate the water/ice dispenser because some earlier dog decided to help themselves to ALL of the water and flooded the kitchen. I don't see Toast chastising Bleeder for neglecting my ice chip needs.

Also, Toast hasn't been toasting lately, and the bread products he does share is pathetic. I have to lay there with the big eyes far too long between bites.

Hey! scone me!

So, what are my actual chores? Well, when I need to go outside, the moment Bleeder or Toast walk toward their pile of outdoor shoes, I stand over the shoes.

Is there something you are waiting on?

If both are going out, I have to make a quick determination on who is closest to the shoes for blocking, and then skitter over to block the other once I'm pushed out of the way. They really seem to enjoy this game. I would also like to add that if we are ALL going outside, I will stand and wait for the door to be opened even though I have a dog door. Due to my condition and the fact that unsupervised I will chase and eat all manner of bugs and horrible things that will cause my condition to be conditioned, I am under full supervision outside. I think it's quite cruel that Bleeder sometimes refers to me as Trash Panda. My palette is limited to only the finest and tastiest bugs, bees, hornets, wasps, anything that moves.

I'm the official calibrator for Toast's scale. Every morning he weighs himself. Just gets up on the scale and does it and receives no cheese for doing it... I don't understand humans. I'm weighed every Saturday in an event called Weigh Cheese, which includes cheese. After my Saturday morning constitutional, I come inside for weigh cheese and dutifully sit on the scale (my scale, not Toast's scale) and get my cheese. I try to botch the reading (sneak a foot off or move too fast) so we have to take multiple readings and I get multiple cheeses. It is none of your business how much I weigh, how rude.

I don't think it's correct, we need another round of cheese

But I digress, back to Toast's scale, it needs to be calibrated every day... according to me, so I stand on it to gain a tad bit of height in hopes that one day I will be able to reach the snack shelf... I mean calibrate it. It's one of those fancy shmancy scales that send the weight and other numbers to an application, so I guess Toast isn't very keen that in random places it appears that he's down to 25lbs on any given day. Go figure.

My best chore is Sous Chef. If anyone is cooking anything, I'm there to make sure they have whatever they need and clean up any messes. The best place to lay is in front of the dishwasher because it is central, and the best place to be to catch spills as they go into the tasty dishwasher.

I also lay in front of the oven while they try to cook. I am smart enough to move away when the oven mitts come out, or if I'm told "Danger" because that usually means something not good, but quickly snap back to position the moment the all clear is given. I look at it like a cooking aerobics session, where high stepping and shifting is required to navigate the countertops. Work that upper and lower back by LEAAAAAANING over me to reach the chopping board, now high step over my head to stir something on the stove.

So, I feel that I do enough around the house and should not have any additional duties.

Duck of Pain

2025-07-12T08:36:00.000-04:00

It is probably well know, by now, that I'm a bit rough with fluffy squeaker toys. I haven't broken Meeshka's 30 second record of destuffing and destroying a squeaker toy, but I'm still practicing.

Since it is so hot outside, Bleeder took advantage of the Amazon Prime Days sale and purchased some toys for me to keep me active and entertained.

So far, I've received the usual GoDog elephant toy (lots of fun, there's squeakers in the head, body, and both back feet. It also has the crinkly paper stuff in there, so there's lots of exciting things going on and it's really fun having multiple squeakers to surgically remove and trade up for treats.

The second toy is something new. Bleeder thought it would be great fun and maybe a bit more durable (according to the reviews) because it consists of stuffed fabric body and feet, but the neck and head are a heavy duty rubber squeaker. The description explains that even after eviscerating the soft body and rubber squeaker neck fabric, I could continue playing with the long rubber squeaker neck. Bleeder is all about functionality, so she bought it without thinking through the consequences.

Here is the Duck:

It is great fun, especially after a few throws, I discovered that if I grab it by the soft body, run back at breakneck speed, then stand right next to Bleeder (or Toast) and shake it violently, the hard rubber squeaker neck becomes a lethal weapon of pain. I smacked her on the right leg calf and HOO BOY the howls of pain! This is glorious! BEST TOY EVER.

Now, whenever it gets thrown, there is a mad scramble to avoid the Duck of Pain when I come stampeding back to them.

You wanna play fetch? Here's your fetch!

Spot, Spot, Spot

2025-07-11T13:59:00.000-04:00

One of the nice things about have 2 personal valets are the daily walks (weather permitting). I truly do enjoy my walks. Look forward to them every morning and then sometimes (weather permitting) we go on an evening walk. That's handy for catching up on the pee-mail responses of the morning because there's a lot of drama in the neighbor circuit about the liver colored pointer on the flexi-leash, and the two yappy dogs and whether or not there's a "thing" going on... I'm just reporting the news as I sniff it.

In the morning, the humans must drink their hot bean water and sit on the drinking fountain before walk time. I know it is close to walk time as Toast puts on his pants. Once the pants are on, he'll put on socks and shoes. I cannot be harnessed before the socks and shoes because I like to stomp once my harness is on. Many a time have I stomped on Toast's toes... that does not go over well at all.

So, once Toast has his socks and shoes on, Bleeder will take down my harness and announce "Spot, spot spot", and I skitter into the bedroom to my spot and wait.

Over the head, lift right front foot, front strap back strap, check back strap placement, front strap placement, neck part, collar not under neck part, then a pat on the butt and I'm ready to stomp... and rub. I stomp very loudly, and I rub against walls, the bed, humans, my crate, kitchen chairs, the table, whatever is in my way... until I rubbed up against the dresser drawers in the bedroom...

My harness got caught in the door pull, and the whole thing exploded. Ok, so I freaked out a little and may have bolted and wrenched the bottom drawer out, which lead to structural integrity issues that cause the whole dresser to tilt precariously and fling all three drawers out. Easy fix I'm sure, but how about we go on a walk first, it can wait.

Bleeder put her "sticky shoes" on. The Sticky Shoes are the very grippy shoes that keep me from dragging her down the street when something catches my fancy (a stick, a human three blocks away, a rabbit, any woodland creature, birds, a discarded half eaten chicken wing, a leaf, that sketchy smear in the road... etc.).

Off we went. There was muttering along our walk about the possibility of having to purchase another dresser, interspersed with "leave it", "STAHP", "LEAVE IT", "SERIOUSLY", "COME", and "POOP". The "poop" isn't a command, it's a notice to Toast that his plastic bag duties are required. I prefer to poop in a large circle in the wild, and prefer longer grass rather than low cut grass, and will choose someone's lawn rather than the curb grass, which gives Toast the added thrill of locating each piece and then trying to extract it cleanly from the blades of someone's lawn. I also prefer to wait until we get to Poo corner. It's shaded, and cooler.

Once home again, there was a conference that I wasn't invited to about the dresser. Toast felt it was utterly ruined, and Bleeder felt that with her awesome set of tools it would buff right out, so she set to work, and sure enough... it's back together again.

Our walking ritual has been changed up a bit, as now after I have been released to stomp and rub... Bleeder stands in front of the dresser.

Been A While

2025-07-09T11:42:00.000-04:00

So, it's been....

... over a year since my last post, so I figured I'd get back into the swing of things and start again, since my personal assistant (Bleeder) has transitioned to full time care of me. I want to thank everyone that reached out to express concern about my lack of blogging... oh wait... nobody noticed.

Here's an update on what has been happening:

Nothing really. Nothing incredibly exciting, other than playing with three Sparrow fledglings in the yard. If you thought the squeaker toys the humans bought me didn't last very long, those fledgling toys are very fragile and only last for seconds.

I gained a bit of weight and was put on a DIE(t). I'm back down to a reasonable circumference, and had to have my harness adjusted smaller.

Is it lunch time yet?

Since Bleeder's transfer to full time caretaker, we all now go on morning and sometimes also nightly walks, which I really enjoy. I've even stopped pulling Bleeder down the road, over to one side, over to the other side, and lunging, but I still want to play with every one and every thing we happen to pass, and I especially like Mondays because the trash gets picked up and there's all sorts of tasty things on the road to snatch up and freak out the humans.

It is currently 5,000 degrees here with 45,607% humidity and torrential downpours and loud storms, so we haven't been able to walk in 2 days. I have excess energy to burn right now. I don't mind storms much because I get a Woof ball to concentrate on, but I do NOT like fireworks at all. We just passed the fireworks week, thankfully. From what I hear my "phobia" isn't as bad as Meeshka's. I don't leap on the bed and pee on it, but if that got me more treats, it is an option to try.

I haven't made Bleeder bleed in a while, but I did manage to rake Toast with my finely honed dewclaw the other day, so win-win.

I am attempting to eat all of the bugs in the yard. Beetles, Cicadas, those annoying little leapy spotted lantern fly things. It makes the humans run and shriek at me to stop, which is great fun.

The humans have started doing a lot of home cooking, and bread making and that's a win for me because I LOVE bread products.

I would like a bit of scone please

I don't get a lot, it's not good for me or my new girlish figure, but I do require a sample. I also get whole wheat flour pumpkin, peanut butter cookies that Bleeder stores in the freezer. Those are quite tasty and refreshing.

Some days I get to drive in my fancy car and we all go to a store where some stranger throws food into the back and then we go home and put the food away. I try to help, but they weren't happy about my taking a container of yogurt onto the deck to eat... or the tube of tomato paste I sampled with my teeth... or trying to make off with the celery.

So you see, it's been pretty boring around here, but I'll try to keep up with the blogging a bit more regularly... after my nap.

Merryland is a Stupid State

2024-01-28T08:10:00.000-05:00

Last week I dreamt of snow... no, I glared outside and demanded that it snowed.

I got snow for my birthday celebration

Now that's what I'm talkin about

I got to lay on my giant ploop of snow and lick it like my personal snowcone bed

so tasty

Yesterday is was 70 degrees

Bleeder, can you turn that outdoor thermostat back to snow?

and now it's 40 degrees and pouring rain.

I'm so done with this state.

Why aren't you packing to move to a sane state?

Happy Birthday To Me

2024-01-21T08:53:00.002-05:00

How ya doin?

Today I turn 3 years old, that's 21 in human years, so I'd like a beer, and the car keys, please.

In classic fashion, my birthday gifts won't arrive until tomorrow, but Bleeder did outdo herself with my birthday cake

Can't wait to eat... I mean blow out the candles.

Not only did I get snow for my birthday, but it's very tasty snow. I love licking it, and eating the clumps. I'm not crazy about the height, as the snow tickles and freezes my delicate po-po, so I've had to make some changes in my normal poop stance.

Bleeder also made me a snow "man".

Looks more like the monoliths of Mawphlang Sacred Forest in Meghalaya, India, but whatever.

I wasn't exactly thrilled by it, and also forgot all about it, so the next time I came outside, I sensed an interloper in my yard, went full out front and back end hackle raised and stalked it. Bleeder knocked it down for me.

My favorite thing to do is lay on the deck and watch all of the birds and squirrels and ignore the annoying squeals of small children hurtling to their doom on slick pieces of plastic down the hilled busy road to doom.

I like others to share in my pasttime, so I require an escort on the deck. Silly humans have to put on their external furs to join my observations and witting repartee, but since it is my birthday, I asked Toast to put on some special furs befitting my birthday status, as well as my pecking order within the household.

I have yet to find anything that they aren't willing to do to make me happy... it's a challenge I've accepted with ridiculous demands.

Throw the ball (for no reason because I won't chase it)
Take me out (so I can lay on the deck and not pee before bed)
Wake them up to take me out at 0100 so I can pee because I wouldn't get off the deck (or my favorite, get into bed, get my nightly treat and skritches, then jump off the bed to go pee because I wouldn't get off the deck)
Wake them up at 0400 every morning to feed me tasty cream cheese (I know there's pills in there) and breakfast.
Steal the entire bottom half of their bed
Feed me pancakes on Sunday (I'm currently waiting on Toast to whip up my birthday pancakes, which are different than regular pancake Sundays in that it's not my birthday every Sunday.... but it should be).

So, by royal decree, I say unto you: go eat some pancakes and celebrate my birthday. While you're at it, eat some snow, but not the yellow stuff.

I Have An Alibi

2024-01-14T08:48:00.001-05:00

I'm just laying here... not doing a thing... napping a bit

Seriously, I have no idea how that pillow got there, it was the most amazing thing... there was this very strong wind...

So... anyway, now that the pillow is here, would you turn off the light so I can get a little nap.

New Year? What's a Year?

2024-01-07T07:29:00.000-05:00

Out of the blue, Bleeder stayed home for a very long time, and I was very happy. I love having my personal assistant with me at all times, and frankly when she leaves to go off and do work for others, it makes me really mad.

I'm supposed to be your only client

Bleeder and Toast spent a lot of time cleaning their clutter out of a back room and hauling it away. During the times when the front door wasn't open and I was locked behind the stairway gate, I got to assist with this decluttering by:

Standing in their way
Standing directly under some precariously balanced boxes
Sniffing places that I was told was dangerous
Chewing things found on the floor and being chased and bribed
Not "getting out of their way" when told
Barging in and taking over supervisory duties when I felt a box needed to be placed on the floor for sniffing purposes

I've never seen the downstairs back room so clean before! Now I'm able to go back there and sniff new things (except that mitre saw, for some odd reason), and paw through the stack of papers that Toast is trying to scan and shred (I'm also not allowed near the shredder, for some odd reason), and generally help sort through the stuff and decide what stays and what goes. I have free leash to walk in the back room now... which means I don't want to walk in the back room now. What fun is going into a room I can go into freely.

During one of the days that they call "Christmas" I was given a wonderful gift!

It was called a "lambchop" for some reason. I had to check to make sure it was suitable.

Hey, how about a little privacy, I'm getting to know this lambchop

The first order of business was to rip out its tongue, which I served with some Fava beans and a nice Chianti. Can't have it screaming all the time.

Then I ripped its face off.

It did make a nice pillow when I was tired of gnawing on it

Or when I wanted to gnaw, but was just a bit worn out.

3 Days later...

I also got a chicken. I still have the chicken, but one leg and its squeaker is gone

I have to say, I really enjoyed that Christmas thing... the New Year thing though... not so much.

There were no gifts at all, and people were making very loud booming noises in the middle of the night. I was perturbed and woke up Toast and Bleeder to express my dissatisfaction was the noise. Wasn't there some kind of law about this?

I was out in the yard trying to take a peaceful pee and next thing I know I'm being bombarded with sparkly things in the sky and booming.

According to Bleeder, I'm not as affected by them as Meeshka and Loki were, and she told me that she is thankful that I don't immediately pee on the bed and claw her, I just demand treats and play time when I'm anxious.

I also don't know what a "new year" is. It's just another day and it is my opinion that every day should be spent by waking up and having fun without the use of loud munitions, so why do humans celebrate one particular day... there's a lot of days, celebrate them (quietly) by having fun, not waiting around for one particular day.

Daylight is wasting, let's get in that muddy yard and play!

In case you need a way to block out the noise of life, I highly suggest wearing a stylish pink dinosaur on your head.

Happy New Day to you all... now get up and go play.

It's a Hard Life

2023-12-17T10:28:00.005-05:00

While I'm waiting for the weather outside to be frightful, and I don't mean buckets of rain, I spend the mild temperatures out on my deck or on the lawn because there are an awful lot of rude birds and squirrels around here. Somebody has to keep them off my lawn.

My latest hobby is paw modeling.

If you order now, you can get two bricks for the price of one, just pay shipping and handling

Here we have some very lovely bricks covering the holes I've dug...

When I'm not paw modeling, then I'm working toward the total destruction of all pink dinosaurs. I prefer to do that on my deck perch so I can watch out for trespassers.

Was that a squirrel?

Bleeder sits out on the deck with me, but she complains about how hard the boards are on her butt.

You have plenty of butt padding, Bleeder, I don't know what you're complaining about

Was that a squirrel?

All of this work is, of course, very exhausting, not to mention all the exercise I get from wanting in, wanting out, wanting in, wanting out, play with me, don't play with me, pet me, stop petting me, let me roll in this dead thing, and watch out, I just pooped in those leaves.

Naps are essential.

Not for the Faint of Heart

2023-12-03T12:16:00.002-05:00

Yeah, yeah, I'm not a regular husky, so don't be expecting regular posts, I'm too busy having fun and creating bruise artwork on Bleeder, or using her as a pillow:

I've said it before, but I'll say it again, so pay attention:

I have epilepsy.

Heartworm pills set off my seizures

Yes, ALL of the heartworm pills.

3-10 days after taking a heartworm pill, I'll have a seizure.

Heartworm pills are nothing but a neurotoxin in doses that kill the stupid little bugs that grow into large bugs that are injected by infected mosquitos. In me, it sets off my seizure trigger.

My choices are:

Don't take any heartworm pills and risk dying of heartworm disease
Take them while also taking anti-seizure medications and hope that staves off the seizure.

So, I take monthly heartworm pills while also taking anti-seizure medications (generic Keppra). I get my 2 Keppra pills three times a day, 8 hours apart with whipped cream cheese. Once a month I get the lowest dosage of heartworm pills for my weight.

Once a month, for 3-10 days, my humans are nervous wrecks. I am oblivious and go about my days like normal.

On Thursday (day 7) I had a recheck with my neurologist. He has three assistants and they sat on the floor, so I made sure to give them the full husky attention. My owners proudly talked about how I've been doing fantastic, no seizures for over 3 months, everything going well, optimistic, wonderful, very pleased. Keep doing what we're doing he said. Hope for the best he said. Seizures are stupid and nobody knows what the heckin to expect so do what works for each pupper (I'm paraphrasing that).

On Friday (day 8) I puked, fell over (that's how all of them start) then woke up in a puddle of drool and pee.

I don't feel them, I have no clue what the fluff even happens, so I'm confused when I wake up, and frankly this time I bit my tongue a little and that was annoying.

I'm clingy and restless for about an hour, and need to poop immediately, so I'm ushered outside where EVERYTHING SMELLS AMAZING. Then I poop. Then I pace, pace, pace while one of them tries to towel the drool and gunk off of me (I prefer to wipe my mouth on their clothes), and steam clean up my drool and pee.

The humans are always freaked out, according to them, it's horrible to watch, but they say they stay with me to make sure I'm safe and don't bonk my head or other things into hard objects and tell me I'm a good girl (because I am). They move away from me when I come out of it because they know I'll be confused and may be afraid and try to attack them if I feel vulnerable and threatened.

They are watchful because with seizures, you never know if that was the first and only... or if more are coming. During seizures they video me, and time them... anything over 5 minutes is very bad. According to them, even 1-2 minutes seems like an eternity.

I have an amazing amount of energy after a seizure. I want to play, play, play and they do play play play with me once I have my balance back... I'm a bit wobbly in the beginning, but I'm actually not that coordinated under normal circumstances.

When I do finally rest, I rest pretty hard.

It takes a day or two to recover fully, muscles a bit sore, stomach a bit upset, etc. But then it's back to normal... except for the humans, who watch me like a hawk and log my every movement, burp, hiccup, bowl movement, food intake, and pilling.

Seizures suck. I have epilepsy. Would I have them if I didn't take the heartworm pill? Don't know, but until my humans can find some state that doesn't have stupid mosquitos... we just do what we need to do to keep them at a minimum and hope for the best.

We thank all of our social media fans for their care and concern. Feel free to let us know if you live some place in the United States where your pup is not on heartworm because the risk is low to non-existent. It also has to be a place with good access to vet care (neurology included) and Emergency vet services.

Big shout out to Chewy.com for affordable and reliable Pharmacy services that keep my generic Keppra flowing without drama.

UPDATE - We have now switched Casey to oral Ivermectin compounded by the wonderful Chewy pharmacy instead of heartworm pills to minimize unnecessary neurotoxins). So far, so good.

This will probably be the last post about my epilepsy, as I don't want my fun blog to become a downer. I am a normal pup 99% of the time, it's just those bad days that ruin the mood.

-Casey-

I Told Them So

2023-10-09T08:49:00.000-04:00

For the past week there's been something smelly behind the fence.

I sniffed, snorfled, and paced back there and Toast and Bleeder were all "there's nothing back there, leave it".

But there was something back there, and on Saturday I almost caught it.

There we were, out in the yard at O'Dark Thirty... an intruder had breached my perimeter and I was having none of that, so I chased it up the tree.

Bleary eyed Bleeder didn't see what it was because she had her nose so deep in her phone and didn't look up until the intruder had scampered up the tree. I tried to follow, but climbing trees isn't within my skill set, so I just glared up in the tree.

My glaring should have been a clear signal to Bleeder to climb up that tree and throw the intruder down to me so I could take care of it... instead she ignored me and told me to go inside... for a treat.

A treat? While an intruder is trespassing in my tree? What kind of treat?

I went inside, because there was a treat, but I wasn't happy about it.

They wouldn't let me go out again until daylight, and only after Bleeder searched the yard and inspected the trees to make sure nothing was out there. Like I can't handle myself or something. eeesh.

So, the day goes by, it's getting cooler, which means I can play in the yard without overheating, so we played a lot in the yard, and we had fun... but I had a feeling.

Later in the afternoon when we had finished playing and I was testing the firmness of a lovely stick I had found, Bleeder and Toast were chatting about something stupid and Bleeder looks up and sees this high up in the tree.

TRASH PANDA!

The trespasser I tried to evict from the yard!

It was just staring at us... like we were the problem. The gall of that trash panda!

I was immediately escorted back inside, like it would fling itself down onto us or something. I'D LIKE TO SEE IT TRY THAT! But I was not allowed to see if it would try that.

There were phone calls made, and no calls returned, because it's hard to find good help these days (or other words used by Toast), so the plan was to leash me up whenever I had to pee or that other thing, and keep me within the confines of the area of new grass that I shall not be allowed into until the grass has grown and then I'll be able to dig it all up with giant holes (I added that last part).

So, that's what we did until it got dark. Then Bleeder spied on the trash panda as it slowly made its way down the tree, and then tip-toed over to another tree, and climbed that, used some overhanging branches to get over the fence and make its escape.

After Bleeder was sure it had vamoosed, they took me out on the leash again, but I REALLY had to poop, and I only poop in one spot (near the tree in question), so they finally took me out of the little fenced area on the leash and allowed me to do my unfinished business in my official poop spot, and then we went to bed (after my medicinal cream cheese).

The next morning I had to wait with legs crossed while Bleeder went out with a flashlight (probably freaking out all of the neighbors) to search the trees and entire yard before announcing it was safe, and I went out for my morning constitutional. There were no enticing sniffs of it left, but I will remember you trash panda... don't come back here, I'm waiting for you.

Betrayed

2023-10-01T11:34:00.000-04:00

I will be totally straight forward and honest because I am an honorable puppy:

I have water issues.

I don't like to drink filtered fridge water, I prefer lukewarm tap water.

I will stick my head in the shower when someone is in there, I will lick the bath tub after they shower, but I will NOT get in the tub if there is water in it, nor will I get all the way in if the shower is left running.

I don't mind rain. I like rain. I like mud. I will lay in mud...

BUT I HATE THE SPRINKLERS!

The sprinklers are supposed to go off at certain times when I'm not outside.

The sprinklers are supposed to ONLY go off when I'm not out there.

The humans are supposed to tell me if the sprinklers are about to go on, and I will absolutely NOT leave the deck if they are on.

So yesterday when I go out to do my afternoon constitutional at my usual time, and I search and finally find my perfect poo spot, then I get into position...

THE SPRINKLER TURNED ON!!!!

I'm already in position over the perfect poo spot, it's not like I can abandon the mission, things are in motion, and there's no stopping that.

I had to stand there and take it.

There were glares and words.

I may have even rubbed my wet fluff on Toast, but there will be a reckoning...

My Work is Never Done

2023-09-17T05:43:00.002-04:00

Now that the weather is FINALLY turning cooler, I have high hopes for snow this year. I know the humans are also hoping for snow, as they are utterly disgusted (as am I) with all the tasty, tasty bugs, and the heat, the humidity, the ghastly hotness of the summer, and my lack of proper exercise because it is so hot outside that I am forced to ricochet off the bed while they are still in it for my daily step count. Hey, I gotta keep in shape somehow.

Besides, their idea of "enrichment" is pathetic. For example: escape the dirty sheets.

Seriously?

I did enjoy: destroy the box.

Even better is that Toast no longer has "core hours". The stupid, yet very tasty, work laptop is gone, and now he has nothing but Casey time during the day.

I didn't realize that no core hours meant that I would be assisting him with the chores though, I just thought that I could bounce off of him, pull the rope with him, and stick my nose in his face while he napped all the time now instead of after the laptop got put up.

Enrichment doesn't mean helping with laundry, wiping my muddy feet before coming into the house, and being expected not to rip up vulnerable bits of apparently important paperwork as he sorts through them.

I'm also expected NOT to dig in the carefully cultivated new tasty dirt with tender shoots of tasty grass area. Clearly the removal of the fencing means it is fair game, and like all huskies through time, I totally ignored the lack of fencing for an entire day (come on, that's like a record) fooling them into thinking that I felt this "new" playground was off limits.

Oh no, I was just waiting for the prime audience viewing moment when both of them were present before going bat poop crazy on it.

As expected, the fence went back up, my work here is done.

Anyhoooo, yep, we're all happy with the cooler temperatures, and I've resumed my soccer goalie practice, my zooming around the yard, body checking Bleeder, and yard tug.

By the way, I do approve of my new viewing windows. I get a much clearer view of the neighborhood and I do not approve of the new planters the people across the street put in, I think they are too gaudy and clashes with their brick facade.

Seriously? That's hideous, did Bleeder design those?

Just Another Day

2023-08-27T12:27:00.001-04:00

Doo doo doo doot doot doo, it's just another day

Give me that cookie

GIVE ME THAT COOKIE

you gonna eat all that?

While you're up, get me a cookie

Hey, it's rude to stare at people when they're eating

Nap time

Drastic Measures

2023-08-20T08:12:00.003-04:00

Bleeder was ignoring me.

She ignored me when I tossed my Woof ball at her so she could refill it.

She ignored my claw

The only thing left to do... steal her chair.

Sometimes you just have to take drastic measures to train your humans to do your bidding

Everything's Fine

2023-08-06T15:56:00.001-04:00

Don't freak out over the lack of blogging. I rely on Bleeder to transcribe for me, and she's just a miserable, lazy person... for instance, I want a cookie, and she has yet to get up and fetch me one.

In my last post I mentioned that I was given my heartworm pill and Bleeder and Toast were on seizure watch... well, exactly 7 days (144 hours) after I took it, sure enough in the morning I was all punky and then vomited a lovely technicolor bile/water mixture, and normally I would puke 2 more times and then have a seizure, but this time (thanks to the anti-seizure medicine), I was only a little wonky and pukey for a bit and then went back to semi-normal. Semi-normal because nobody likes to horka, and I was a bit freaked out by things, like bright lights, and loud noises.

Fortunately for me my non-seizure day was the day my humans had workmen in to install new windows in the house including my Gladys Kravitz window.

I was shoved downstairs with Bleeder watching closely while the workmen banged and clanged and walked in and out, in and out, more banging, clanging and frankly I pretty much semi-supervised...

HEY! Be careful with that window, it's MINE!

and I also hide under the chair and the treadmill because the light was too bright, and the workmen were loud and I'm very sensitive after these "episodes".

It was very nice and cold downstairs though. Bleeder actually turned a bit blue. I don't understand why she just didn't go upstairs and get a coat, it's not like she doesn't have a coat, she has way too many coats. Afterwards she remarked "why didn't I get a coat or shut the air vents?" and I responded: "because you're a moron.", and she agreed. She muttered something about hating split level houses and moving.

Since the "episode" I'm normal again, still getting my 3 times a day pills, but now I just get them with tasty peanut butter, or with cream cheese. My new window is AMAZING! It's very clear to see EVERYTHING going on in the neighborhood, and it doesn't fog up like the other window. I'm slightly disappointed that the rim is made of metal and not chewable... I tried, it tasted horrible and they yelled at me.

One dastardly thing is that I'm on a diet. The humans have determine that I'm getting too close to outweighing the minimum heartworm dose they've put me on to give me less neurotoxins and therefore less of a "reaction".

They even have a detailed spreadsheet and mark down EVERYTHING I eat! Did you know that june bugs are 201 calories? SERIOUSLY! I barely get enough to eat in a day. My unlimited supply of after dinner treats have been severely curtailed, no more frivolous amounts of french fries. It's indogmane.

Every few days they make me sit pretty on the scale for half a slice of provolone cheese (40 calories) but to me, that's worth a whole slice. I am losing weight though, so I guess that's a good thing.

On the bright side, Bleeder cooks up a tasty batch of boiled ground turkey to sprinkle in my foods every feedings with warm water gravy and kibble to help fill me up... and my poops are AMAZING.

They run me ragged with my dinosaur toys (which I have yet to destroy...GODOG), and I even get to take them outside for a bit of squirrel watching with me.

Keep a close eye out T-rex, the squirrels are wily

Speaking of squirrels, they seem to have disappeared now that their escape tree is went on vacation. Bleeder was out hacking back some more shrubbery along the fence that they used to sneak into the yard... so they don't come here no more. Very disappointing.

I've also discovered a very comfy place where I can lay on Toast's feet (Bleeder needs to dust)

but I prefer napping on the couch on my personal pillow with him and leave no room for Bleeder.

She's horrible anyway, what with holding out on the treats.

And Now We Wait

2023-07-23T08:33:00.001-04:00

Happy Sunday everyone,

There was no pancake Sunday today (although I did have some bites of hash browns) because the humans are on battle stations, all eyes on me, seizure count down.

In case you haven't read my other posts (shame... shame), it is the medical opinion of my humans and my neurosurgeon that heartworm medication triggers my seizures. That's why I'm on a seizure preventative medication (the Lee pill, or as the humans now call it: pew pew... my humans are ridiculous and actually sing a pew pew song when they gather up the pills and treats before pilling me... this is unnecessary because I'll literally do anything for a treat).

I digress...

I'll be taking anti-seizure meds until it's cold enough to kill the vile mosquitos, at which time I'll be tapered off the pew pews, and won't take heartworm preventative until mosquito season again, at which point, back on the seizure meds. This is also why the humans are looking at relocating to Antarctica.

I digress again.

Yesterday I had my heartworm pills. Since I am a svelte 64 pounds, I was prescribed a dose for dogs 50 to 100 lbs. In order to limit the amount of neurotoxins I'm receiving, we consulted with the makers of Heartgard, and my vet and changed my dose to 1 pill for up to 25lbs, and 1 pill for up to 50lbs, which means I'm getting A LOT LESS neurotoxins, but still covered on the heartworm front.

I know this is very complicated and requires maths, but the humans are doing everything possible to keep me from having another seizure and are totally freaked out about whether it will happen this time... which means that immediately after I took all of my pills... I got my head stuck in the deck railing, ate an unauthorized bug, fell up the stairs, got a tug rope string caught in my front teeth, and ran into a wall.

They claim I do all of this just for the attention and to drive them to early graves. Some of that may be true.

In the meantime, I assure you that I am as devious, playful, and annoying as ever, especially because I know they are worried and will give me just about anything I ask... go in, go out, go in, go out, play with me, I don't want to play, why did you leave I want to play, please allow me to put my full weight on your broken big toe, excuse me Bleeder, you aren't wearing band-aids, let me take care of that for you.

They took away my tug ropes (due to the tug string in tooth incident) but now I have no way to vent my frustrations and rip their arms out of their sockets. This means I have to destroy my hedgehog named Jeremy.

Fishy went to the great fish farm in the sky

Wally Gator still lives, Mr. Buttons the bear only has stuffing in his head, but I want to tug and pull on things.

Gator goes better with paper packing

Unfortunately my Amazon order of new things to tug that don't require ropes won't arrive until tomorrow, so Bleeder pulled down the secondary goat for me to attack.

I've already dislodged a hoof so it's a matter of time before it goes to the farm.

Once I get my new tug toys I'll be sure to rate them all for you, and let you know how long they last. I'm not optimistic about liking them because there's nothing quite like the taste and feel of rope... or stuffed squeaker toy guts.

I'll let you know about the whole seizure crap. Typically 3-7 days after... I'm going to see if I can guilt the humans into getting me a pony.

-Casey-

I'm Worn Out

2023-07-16T09:43:00.000-04:00

So, my pills make me sleepy, which is fine. On average a dog will sleep about 23 hours a day without medication and it is quite possible that the number I've stated is lower.

Now that I'm on a 3-times a day schedule, I have to wait a full 8 hours between meals. This is barbarous. How can something be expected to thrive when they have to wait that long between meals?

I'm not allowed snacks in the morning because I receive my 1pm pills in tiny sandwiches. Morning and night they are jammed down my throat, but the 1pm is a delicious little picnic of various tiny sandwiches, and then I get my lunch. Something about Toast needing me to be very hungry so I don't chew my pills. It works. I'll gulp those tiny sandwiches down to get to the next tiny sandwich, and then to my lunch because I'm wasting away.

Needless to say, I've been a big fan of my kibble (with just a touch of boiled chicken, a warm water broth and a tiny sprinkly of cheese on top) since this new routine. Bleeder devised a spreadsheet to determine the amount of calories I'm allowed including treats, which isn't nearly the amount of treats I'm used to, but I'm usually pretty full from the soup to care.

Just before my night pills, I get a snack of crunchy plain kibble

This is a good batch of kibbles with a decent shreds ratio

Anywhoooo, since I sleep a lot, Toast and Bleeder have devised new ways to exercise me. Normally they would take me outside and I would play "goalie" by blocking the soccer ball and flinging it back at them, with the occasional skitter jump at them. I like to Parkour off of humans. But currently it is about 350 degrees with 200% humidity, perfect weather to roast a small turkey with stuffing. I'm not going out in that, unless I have to pee and poo, then I'll go out, do that, run back inside.

So, inside games consist of tug of rope and rip an arm off a human. I'm very serious about this game and I will rip an arm off eventually, I am sure of it.

The other game is toss the stuffed toy. I have quite an array of stuffed toys:

I play with Mr. Buttons the bear (who also makes a wonderful pillow... until I ripped all of the stuffing out of him except for his head.

They got me a giant octopus, who lasted about 3 days and then I lobotomized it.

Then I destroyed and gutted a fainting goat.

Then I eviscerated the aligator

Pay no attention to Bleeder's hideous "house" shoes

So far, only blue gator, hedgehog and fishy have survived the crucible.

Hedgie is fun to gnaw on

So, the lessons learned in this are:

Don't waste your money on the "tough" toys. The overly stuffed, overly sewn on edges are just invitations to chew, rip, and tear out the fluff.
The GoDog brand of soft squeaker toys last the longest. I'm not saying forever, I'm just saying there's nothing like blowing 20 bucks on an "indestructible" toy only to have it last 5 minutes.
Always supervise with these stuffed things. Even though I no longer eat the fluff, your pup might and that is NOT a good thing.
Buy a slightly bigger toy, never a smaller toy. You don't want a choke hazard. I used to take the unstuffed toys and try to cram them into my mouth so Bleeder couldn't take them away from me... I know, I know I shouldn't do that, but I know they go in the trash, I'm just trying to save them.

So, there you have it, now go tell your humans to buy you decent squeaker toys and stop believing the "tough and indestructible" promises. They aren't, you will, and the only difference is the amount of time, so get the GoDog toys and you can get a few weeks of good fun before you break into a violent rage and shred it... as it always happens.

-Casey-

Just Checking In

2023-07-09T08:21:00.001-04:00

Pretty uneventful week so far.

I'm still getting used to not having a fun tree to chase squirrels up.

Initially they came into the yard, but then got very confused about where the tree went and how to get over the fence to the safety of the neighbor's shed roof.

I almost felt bad for them, because they wandered around aimlessly, seemingly forgetting that the world's best squirrel stalker was sneaky sneaking up to them. I could see their little pea sized brains melting trying to figure things out.

I didn't feel it very sporting to take advantage of their confusion, I mean where's the fun in that? I gave them every advantage, including running up to one carrying a giant stick and it just stood there in vapor lock for a bit until Bleeder got concerned and chased it into the other tree.

Since then, they don't like coming into the yard. I can tell their spirit is broken. They don't sit there taunting me any more. The moment the deck door opens, they scatter and head for the other yards.

In the meantime I'm having fun not only digging in the wood chip pile (that is slowly disappearing while the holes I've carefully crafted are become full of... wood chips), and also climbing on Mount Blue Tarp.

This weekend Bleeder and Toast spent most of Saturday shoveling and transporting a LOT of tasty and sniffy dirt. As Bleeder put it "Five tons of F'ing topsoil". They then put it on a blue tarp, and then covered it with another blue tarp and created a fun new adventure for me: Mount Blue Tarp. Apparently top soil sits on top of the soil on a tarp. I really don't get the humans.

They've also blocked off a corner part of the yard. That part was perfectly fine because it was full of weeds and soft dirt for me to dig into, but they felt that it needed to be raised and have grass growing on it. I'll never figure humans out. So the Top Soil goes on top of that dirt, then they throw some grass seeds and straw on it and erect a barrier.

Here's the thing about huskies... we only want to go where we aren't allowed to go, therefore I REALLY want to get into that barrier. They had some cheese plastic fencing and that was EASY PEASY to break into. They've since erected a more sturdy barrier around it and I'm doing my best to break in. (side note, I went out while crafting this missive and breached the barrier... Toast was not happy).

Oh, the pill thing... yeah, that's going well because I'm richly rewarded for each pill I take. They have swapped to a 3 times a day pill because I don't know why, but they try to hide the pills in tasty foodables and I'm a chewer. I'll chew water. They've taught me to chew things because they didn't like how I gulped stuff, so this is what they've taught me, deal with it humans.

This also means that we have to stay up later at night, and so far I'm fine with that because i just take a late nap before bed time... the humans... well, they were a bit bleary eyed this morning due to the FIVE TONS OF DIRT event and then going to bed later, then getting up at the crack of not even dawn yet.

I feel their bleary eyes will miss tasty things laying about which is a win-win for me.

Meanwhile, I ate the brains out of my new gigantic octopus toy and it went to a farm in Northern Pennsylvania, also known as the trash can.

So, yeah, a normal week.

-Casey-

Lee Pill Day 2

2023-07-03T10:02:00.000-04:00

So, the humans were given a bunch of pills that size of a small comet that they had to make sure that I got every 12 hours. The catch is: they are extended release capsules, and I can't chew them or else they'll release too much stuff for my system to handle.

No pressure there at all. Giving a Siberian Husky two pills and not expecting them to chew. AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! It's like asking Bleeder to match her work clothes. IMPOSSIBLE.

Toast holds me on the kitchen floor, Bleeder pills. Day one, they got the first one down, but I quickly figured what was going on and managed to flick my tongue on number two and chew. They roughly removed the piece from my mouth... tried again, same thing.

She finally got a second pill in, but by that time they were a nervous wreck.

I didn't take into account that Bleeder used to do this kind of stuff in her wayback life. For the nightly pill I was unceremoniously plopped on the EXTREMELY slippery new coffee table (they got rid of my favorite chew toy and replaced it with one that had a top that lifts up to make a handy shelf to eat on... and amazingly enough is right at my head level when I sit between them for meals for long tongue stealing of french fries.)

Toast still holds me (more so to keep me from sliding off the table) and Bleeder proceeds to stick her entire arm into my throat.

At least that's what it feels like. Not once, but TWICE!

Sure I get a lot of tasty "good girl" treats at the beginning, middle, and end, but I'm not crazy about this new "routine". She could also wash her hands before that because I have no idea what she's been into.

Usually I'm a bit frisky after that, being violated and all, so I take out my frustrations on Mr. Buttons Bear... who sadly is now half unstuffed, as he spontaneously exploded.

Then I usually nap a bit, which freaks out Toast because "what kind of life is that..."

Well, yesterday or so, after my nap, I came outside where Toast was putting together some kind of gigantic lawn wheel that you add water and squish dirt with. It looks like great fun, and I decided he needed help assembling it, so when he put the piece of tasty, tasty cardboard down that held all of the tiny washers, screws, and round thingies behind a protective plastic film, I felt that was his way of saying that I would remove all of those things from the plastic by running around the yard with it.

From his reaction, I think I misinterpreted his instructions, but I was also helpful gathering up everything, but he didn't seem very pleased with that either and kept telling me to spit them out as I ran around the yard and then into the house for my afternoon nap. All parts were accounted for, and I found a very comfortable position to doze.

May Cause Sedation

2023-07-02T11:03:00.000-04:00

"What are the side effects of the Lee Pill" Bleeder and Toast asked the Neurologist.

Sedation was the answer.

Friday morning, after my first dose of the Lee Pill, I was very sleepy. VERY sleepy. Extremely sleepy. I was sleepy all day, and kind of wonky.

Before all of this, they joked about my lack of coordination and lack of spacial awareness and propensity to run head first into walls, trip over my own feet, and fall up the stairs. They nicknamed me Grace, well one of my nicknames. I go by boop, Griselda Gunderson, Gladys Kravitz, OMG stop drinking my coffee, and GET OFF MY CHEST! Bleeder's favorite nickname for me is: OFFS I need another bandaid. But now I'm even WORSE?

Anyway, Toast was very concerned. What kind of life will she have if she's barely coherent, not frisky, stumbley, and not drinking our coffee? He was very upset.

He didn't have to worry, I had a VERY busy day on Thursday! I got to play outside in the morning with my favorite band-aid covered Caribou, then I did a lot of inside skittering once the clouds of smoke from Canada settled in.

Then we got all harnessed up, which is an Olympic sport around here, and my constant leaping at the door every time Bleeder touched the doorknob (she refuses to open it until I'm sitting for more than .3 seconds), then a quick walk outside (and poop) in the front yard, down the street and back while Toast prepared my ride. Then a car drive, where I appreciated the Orvis new foot pillow that gives me extra backseat sprawl space and allows me to shove my nose in the A/C vent, and snazzy Orvis back seat cover, which captures my fluffs instead of allowing them to float around like some insane snow globe. Size Large for Tesla Model X backseat, and nope, I don't get a single thing from Orvis, but I'd appreciate some of their large stuffie dog toys, just sayin.

Anyway, once we got to the hospital place, there were sniffs to be had, and peeing to be done, and walking all over because we were early, and then going into the place and it's got all the sniffs, and then there were other pups there and I wanted to meet all of them, but Bleeder said no because they were injured puppers and didn't want to be bothered, and there were people sitting without puppers so I tried to drag Bleeder to them, but she said no, they were busy being worried about their own puppers and didn't need a hot, fluff spewing nose rocket attacking them.

I was told to sit on the floor, which turned out to be a scale (devious... very devious) and then we waited. I got some bottled water from a bowl and tried to drag Bleeder all over to sniff things and go into room, and greet new people and help with the filing.

Then I got to meet some nice technicians and get scritches, and then I got to meet the doctor and got scritches and then tortured and manipulated and that wasn't fun, then after that we had to wait for the paperwork and a prescription to fill and then back outside for more walking and sniffing, and then the car ride home and holy hannah I was EXHAUSTED from all that, so yes, I took a bit of a vacation on Friday and it wasn't all the medicine. Can't a pup nap all day and recuperate?

I was even too tired to Gladys Kravitz out the window for long periods of time and was so pathetic that Toast went and got his pillow for me to lay on.

The pillow came in handy when the tree stealers came, cut down my beloved oak tree. That oak tree deposited the tastiest of dead branches ever.

I take ONE nap and this is what happens?

WAIT! I took another nap and it imploded?

For those of you wondering, the devious humans told the stump grinder guy to not go near the fence line and leave part of the tree near the fence in place so that I couldn't dig. They didn't want a big hole near the fence.

Devious.

So, that was day 1 of my Lee Pill. Tune in tomorrow for day 2

Take A Seat, This Is a Long One

2023-07-01T12:54:00.000-04:00

Well hello everyone!

In March, a few days after I took my Heartworm pill, I had a seizure.

It was very scary for Toast, who was home alone with me, and he thought I was choking on something and dying because I tried to throw up, fell over and started convulsing.

Bleeder drove home from work as quickly as possible and came into the door and I'm all waggy tailed and excited because Bleeder was excited and I figured I needed to be excited too because one moment I'm at the back of the hallway, and the next moment I'm in the living room and I thought I had mastered the power of space age beaming technology.

Once Bleeder watched the video, she realized that I had a seizure, so then I got to go to the vet, which is a fun car ride, and have blood drawn, which isn't a fun car ride, and then sit and get scritches while Toast and Bleeder talked to the vet in somber tones and watched the video, which isn't pretty.

All manner of things were discussed and they were told to keep a log (it's bad enough that there's video cameras all over, but now they write down my every bowel movement and sneeze). They mentioned epilepsy, and how I may have that, and how they won't give any pills to control that until I start having 3 seizures within a month, and blah blah blah.

So, for the next month my every move and burp was written down and I just went about my business like normal.

Then I got my heartworm pill in April, and shortly after that my annual vaccines and a few days later while Toast and Bleeder were both home... yep, another seizure. Back to the vet, where they discussed the possibility that it was the heartworm pills, but the vet said "oh no, can't be" and they said "um, pretty sure, seems a bit coincidental here", and the vet said "impossible, nah", and they said "alrighty then" and we went home.

We went back later to get some blood for a very extensive Royal Canin DNA test. It tests for all sorts of things, but mainly whether I have a funky MDR1 gene that collies and other breeds have that make them sick when they use Ivermectin (the main Heartworm pill ingredient).

More notes, more watching me.

In May they said screw it, no heartworm pill. In June they said screw it, no heartworm pill... and no seizures.

Now, this is a risky gambit, because Merryland has mosquitos and those mosquitos have the stupid little buggers that infect us with heartworms, but it seemed to be a definitive demonstration that... it was the heartworm pill. So they did their research and found that ALL heartworm pills are generally the same thing, but ALL heartworm medication now comes with various and sundry other parasite stuff that I probably don't need, but NONE of the heartworm medication is JUST heartworm medication, which is BS. Additionally, EVERY single ingredient in those heartworm pills comes with a seizure warning.

My DNA results came back and I'm purebred Siberian Husky going back a ways. I don't have the funky MDR1 thing, and the vet was also surprised to find that even some of the more obscure common dogs things... I don't have, I'm perfect. I could have told him that without needed to give blood.

They opted to switch to Heartgard Plus. They wanted just plain Heartgard, but they don't make that any more, and you can make whatever assumptions you want about companies that shove unnecessary crap into medications, as Bleeder and Toast have already used every four letter word there is about the subject.

Five days after getting the new stuff... you guessed it. At 4:30 in the morning.

The vet sent us to a neurologist, which we went to on Thursday. Nice guy except for shining things in my eye and clipping things to my skin to watch it crawl and move my legs and pinch my toes and then take my blood.

He feels that I probably have epilepsy, and my trigger is heartworm pills, since that's a neurotoxic designed to kill microfilaria, but not the dog... unless the dog gets too much of it, or like me, is sensitive to it.

To test this feeling, he put me on a drug called Leevetiracetam Extended Release. That's hard to say, so we'll just say Lee pills (or generic Keppra). I'll take these pills for a while until after I've taken my heartworm pill at the end of July to see if I have another seizure. If so, then choices will be made on how to proceed. If not, then in the winter, I'll stop taking heartworm pills and wean off of the Lee pills and see what happens then.

As Bleeder calls it, it's a crap sandwich wrapped in more crap, with a dollop of crap on the top and a side of crap.

So, if you've made it this far, I'm fine. I'm a gimpy now, and what more could you expect since every husky Bleeder and Toast have lived with were gimpies. I'm just coming up with new and exciting ways to drive them stark raving mad sooner.

So you all aren't totally bummed out, I'll post more of my adventures to show you that it's just a thing, it sucks, I'm lucky it isn't worse, and even if it does get worse, I'm in good hands. You should feel bad for Toast and Bleeder because they're losing their minds.

-Casey-

Just Another Week

2023-06-25T13:40:00.004-04:00

I've been too tired to blog because of the exhausting yard work that I've been doing.

Dig, dig, dig, dug, dug, dug, dump the dirt and start over. Apparently it's very hard work to break up soil so grassy grasses will grow in the state of Merryland.

It's really sandy dirt, and clay dirt, and lots of rocks and bottles, and cans, and the trailer tire, the rusty jack, the small fishing vessel, and weeds.

Ok, I put the small fishing vessel in there to make sure you were paying attention.

Don't worry Toast, I won't let this dirt blow away

This dirt isn't very tasty

Get off the dirt pile? Nope.

There's been other work around the house.

We had people come and rip out the old house cold box and replace it with a new house cold box. I approve of this, as the new house cold box makes the house extra chilly and I'm all about the chilly, especially after a hard day of sitting in dirt.

Gotta cool off the nether regions

Then more people came and drilled and hacked and clinked around and viola, we have a water spigot on the back of the house so Bleeder and Toast can water the new grassy grass they are trying to grow... and put a barrier around for some strange reason. Is it going to be like a grass zoo? Come see the Zoysia in its natural habitat.

It's not like I'd run over there and dig it all up and eat it... or something like that... no, not me.

There's going to be more people coming to give me a better window to watch the neighborhood, and also something about cutting down a tree... better not be my favorite tree.

I am enjoying my new coffee table though. It's not as fun as the old coffee table because it's very slippery and I can't walk on it, but it does lift up during dinner time so that my snooter is the exact same height as the plates and well... a pup has to sample things.

Ya gonna eat those scraps?

Toodaloo for now.

-Casey-