Emergency (S)care

Boy oh Boy, what a week I had. On Tuesday I was brought to the ER. I was a bit suspicious because this time I was dressed in my regular outfit instead of my usual Dogtor attire. And we seemed to be more in a hurry. The ER also looked and smelled different from the one I normally visit as a Dogtor. There were other dogs, yet I could find not a single one in a Dogtor’s uniform.

As we approached the front door it became rapidly clear to me that this time I would be the one on the table. A vet assistant examined me and before I could woof anything they took an X-ray. A diagnosis was made and everything, and I mean everything! that I had acquired with quite some effort on my part that evening, was confiscated. Out came my newly acquired treasures: my treats, my dinner, and some chewy bones. Turned out that the bones on my twister food game were not edible! I ask you, who makes bones that are not edible?!  I definitely need some guidance here.

After a lot of waiting, we were finally allowed to leave the building. M and I went first. Q came out a bit later. He looked a lot lighter compared to when we first arrived. He walked straighter too. Maybe heavy wallets are just not good for you. Isn’t there a saying you humans use: “money doesn’t make you happy”? I would like to add: “and pets do”. First, because we are a lotta fun. And second, we know a thing or two to help you burn some of that inedible junk. I guess I was able to do some of my Dogtoring even without my magic uniform. Who knew?

I had to be watched for 48 hours to make sure that there were no remaining plastic pieces inside of me scratching or obstructing any passages. Initially, the ER vet thought that I could have some pelvic bone issues as well, but after checking with my own vet the next day this turned out to be a non-issue. We were happy to hear this news as headquarter staff had worried a bit that this would impact my secret mission work and agility fun. It’s now 48 hours later and there are no signs of lingering inedible matters either so we should be in the clear on both fronts. Phew, that was a close call.

Of course, to celebrate the great news and because certain people still feel guilty about the oops ordeal (yes, keep that up), we had doggie ice cream. According to my kitchen staff, it’s really easy to make: Fill an icecube tray with some edible*! stuff such as a bit of peanut butter, banana, or blueberries. Pour water on the goodies, let it freeze, and voila you got doggie ice cream. Ms. Zulu and I love it especially when we get a bit of yogurt (more is always nice) on top. The blueberry ice cream may leave a mess on your floors so we tend to eat that one outside. Yum!

Stay cool and remember “every cloud has a silver lining”,

Benji

*Here are some other recipes you can try. Make sure all ingredients are safe for your quadrupeds 🙂 .

The Forbidden Fruit

The forbidden fruit is oh so tempting. This is the first year our apple tree is producing apples. The name of the apples is promising: Joy Apples. Last year I was too small to help myself to the Fuyu Persimmons; believe me, I tried.  The apple tree will be so much easier as I have grown and the apple tree is still a youngin. Supposedly the apples will even get bigger. I am not sure if I want to wait to see that theory come to fruition. I can wait a little bit but hey where is the joy in waiting much longer?

Have a great weekend, and may the rewards be big for those who wait,

Benji

Dogtors with Borders

As promised, here is the new addition to my uniform. Ms. Zulu assisted me while I posed for the first time with the new scarf. So this time it was Dogtors with Borders. Yes, Ms. Zulu is at least 50% Border Collie as far as we can tell. If you would like to know more about my Dogtors without Borders work then go to my resume page. We updated it recently.
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As you can see Ms. Zulu and I took our job very seriously and we were very focused throughout the photo session. This may or may not have anything to do with the treats in front of us. You be the judge.

OK, gotta run, I have a farewell party to attend to say goodbye to my best buddy Capone and hello to a new CCI friend in training. Yeah, Capone is leaving us in 1.5 weeks to start professional service dog training in South Florida. We will miss him for sure. I (well maybe one of my dedicated assistants) will try to capture some nice photos so you can see Capone one more time and to introduce the new CCI puppy. I’m sure you will get to see more of the newbie because when Capone is traveling to South Florida we get to babysit the new 9-week old pup for four days. That oughta be fun.

And remember, be dedicated and thou shall be rewarded,

Benji

My Sis

Upon special request, here a picture of my big sis. Since she often has to stay home while I go on my secret missions, she gets to bicycle more with M. M says she still runs like a five-year-old although she will be twelve in August and had an ACL repair more than a year ago.

Here, on the photo below, Ms. Zulu is trying to catch her breath on one of those outings. Like me, she loves to run. “Edible treats are not necessary, the run is my reward”, she says. Can you believe that? I can’t imagine a life without treats.

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Happy Monday guys and girls;
Treat yourself to something nice today,
You deserve it!

Benji

Oops

sunday.JPGSunday was an oopsy kind of day. What happened? Well, it started out with one of my favorite activities: agility training. I was happily running from one obstacle to the next with Mach 3+ speed until we got to the tunnel. That tunnel was waayyy too small for me. Treats were inside the tunnel but pretty much in the middle. So I ran from one side to the other to get to the treats all the while trying not to get stuck in that tiny obstacle. Next thing I know the trainer is teasing me to enter the tunnel by swinging a great looking furry feathery thing in front of me. The thing looked like a cross between a rabbit and a squirrel. I decided to catch it and run away so I could check it out. Supposedly, that was not the idea and I was offered a tiny treat in exchange for the thing. That didn’t seem fair so I took the treat and swallowed the crossbreed as well. It turned out to be non-edible. Oops. You should have seen the look on the trainer’s and M’s face when they registered what had happened. All I can say is hey, I’m part retriever. I heard from my retriever fur-iends that you ain’t a retriever if you don’t have at least one foreign object in your stomach.

Anyhowls, out of thin air a brown bottle that said “hydrogen peroxide solution” showed up and before I could say “no sirree”, a tablespoon of said stuff was put in my throat. Yikes, that didn’t taste good. But like any good soldier, I swallowed that too.  M and the trainer were waiting for something, not sure what, but when it didn’t come the vet was consulted and I was spoonfed more of the stuff. I can tell you the second time was less fun and the third time it was just gross. And then all of a sudden I was down on my stomach and throwing up everything. Yes, that meant my breakfast, treats, and prize! M and the trainer were dancing and partying when that happened. And I was thinking “hey I am not having so much fun right here; can you pul-lease stop the racket”.

Once at home all was well; meaning no more liquidity stuff was put in my mouth. Ms. Zulu checked me out and we are now back to my regular meals and treat schedule. I even played some with my stuffed friends. This was after they had barely survived an unannounced security check. They all had to line up and were threatened with scissors or even the dump. This was not the first time either. Everyone that looks raggedy has to surrender in those instances. That’s just wrong. I thought it didn’t matter what my friends looked like but somehow it does. I like them all and care for them. Especially the shabby ones; I nibble passionately on their tattered parts. I don’t even hesitate to do heart surgery on them when needed. Lately, they have been quite healthy so there have not been any recent surgery attempts.

Have a great week, stay out of trouble and I will try to do the same,

Benji

Home Alone: Take 1

Friday afternoon I was home alone with Ms. Zulu, outside my crate for the first time. I have been left to my own devices before; just not for hours an hour while M was on one of her shopping sprees trips miles away.  I tried to tell her earlier that it was okay to leave me under the supervision of Ms. Zulu as we had worked our way up to this point slowly but surely, but M can be a bit hard headed so it took a while before my message arrived at its final destination. We definitely need faster delivery services.

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Welcome back!

Once M got home, there was a gigantic inspection with papers from here to the moon that all had to be signed and submitted in at least quadruplicate to authorities of suspicious origin and stature: 1) yes, all doors that were supposed to be closed were still closed, 2) no (additional) holes in the backyard,  3) all treats that were left on the kitchen counter are untouched (note to myself, for next time: “check kitchen counter for unattended edible items”), 4) plants are all in their pots, 5) no personal items M.I.A. or tormented, 6) no open-heart surgery performed on any of my stuffed friends (hmmm, that’s an idea…), and 6) didn’t we look sweet when we greeted you at the door!? Okay I admit, I added the last one. Anyhowls if you ask me, we are ready for Take 2!

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Yummies left unattended

Hope you got some nice plans for the weekend. Ms. Zulu and I are going to help out in the yard. We are now both gardening experts as you will see soon enough on Resa’s blog. Resa invited us to talk about vegetables and growing a garden for Kid’s Month. She will show you some beautiful murals too. Gotta run, M needs help unloading the car and that could equate to yummies in the tummies.

Hugs,

Benji

 

Celebrations!

Lots of celebrations today. First of all, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s hard to miss with all that green everywhere. On top of that, we posted our 100th post yesterday AND we now have 200+ followers. Imagine that! Ms. Zulu and I are expecting lots of treats to celebrate all of this big time.

Wishing you a happy St. Patrick’s Day
With lots of international flavors and enrichment

The ZAB team