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6-13-03

Primal Urges

On occasion The Weez gets, what I refer to as, a “Primal Urge.”  The Urge is a brief moment in time when Weez forgets that he’s Weez and acts like a normal, average canine.  One such Urge happened not too long ago that had me believing, for a moment, that Mr. McStinky was losing his little monkey mind.

I was making spaghetti sauce and I put the ground beef in a pan. I proceeded to brown it and discard the Styrofoam packaging to the top of the garbage can where it sat bloody and nasty waiting to be taken out to the trash.  That’s when I saw The Weez approach it, smell it for a brief moment, try to walk away and then turn back and LICK IT. The Weez actually licked the bloody packaging as if he were a hungry Labrador. It was truly a breathtaking sight. After he licked it, he looked at me as if he had just committed murder-suicide. It was a low point in the life of a bourgeois Tibetan Monkey Cat who grew up eating gently warmed meatballs and listening to Jazz.

Mississippi Sun Bathing

It is steaming hot in Mississippi during the summer months. People don’t leave their houses and everyone relies heavily on air conditioning to make the 100 degrees plus sweaty, humid heat bearable.  To add to the misery of the summer heat, we literally live on/near swamplands and the mosquitoes are notorious.  There is a giant banner ad outside of the military base that eerily reads “MOSQUITOES KILL.”

Hot Spot Hell

Our favorite little peanut is in the grips of a summertime hot spot. His chest is suffering the brunt of his monkey toe scratching. We thought that he had fleas (YUCK!) but we've failed to find even a single flea on him or his palace. So, I called his doctor today and she is prescribing an anti-inch medication for Weez's delicate underbelly. Hopefully, he will be leaving hot spot hell very soon.

6-27-03

Okay, we have the spray medicine and The Weez was able to have a solid night's sleep last night minus incessant scratching. The medicine seems to already have started working! Pootie will survive the perils of the nasty hot spot!

You EEdiot!

7-2-03

Weez's parents needed a night away from Mississippi--so they went to Alabama, HaHa! This meant that Weez was introduced to his new, lovely dogsitter who took wonderful care of the stinky peanut. 

His hot spot is almost gone due to careful attention from his mother (I hate to toot my own horn, but I am the dogmother extraordinaire!) and the dogsitting went well except for The Weez refusing to eat his puppy food--i.e the meatloaf I lovingly prepared for him. 

John and I considered leaving him some messages on the answering machine instructing him to "EAT THE PUPPY FOOD!!!!" or "EAT THE MEAT WEEZ" which is usually what we tell him when he wants petting or his piggies ear and has yet to eat for the evening.  It would have been like the voice of God instructing him to eat.  Maybe next time we will employ this tactic in the on-going struggle between dog and human over the rate of Weez Puppy Food Consumption or "WPFC" for short. 

8-4-03

Little COCONUT decides 

to eat real puppy food!

Lately, I've been gazing at The Weez every evening as usual (since he is my eye candy), and I've decided that he is looking even more svelte (dare I say skinny) than usual. John thinks that I'm just paranoid and that Weezie is the same as always. Regardless, the idea of him being too skinny is a sensitive subject because I always want him to gain weight, look healthy etc.  It doesn't help my paranoia that the Vet insists that I'm killing him slowly by letting him eat human food (don't even get me started on dogs and human food--I mean seriously, what did they feed dogs before the dog food industry started after WWII?). 

Anyway, even though there are many arguments one can make as to why it's acceptable to feed dogs meat, I know that most current literature states that dry dog food is the best thing to feed dogs.  As much as I know about dry dog food being the ideal, I also know that I like my mental health, and trying to feed The Weez a bowl of dry dog food and watch him not eat it for five days does not encourage me to remain sane. IN fact, every day that he starves himself as a protest against real dog food I become increasingly unglued... until in the end, he wins and I feed him whatever he desires for sanity's sake.

So back to him being skinny... every so often I decide that he's too skinny, he's eating unhealthy food and IT'S GOT TO STOP. 

I've tried to feed him dry dog food mixed with broth or other tempting additives to no avail in the past. I've tried to feed him moist puppy food, cat food, and a plethora of other dog food options... all... to no avail. BUT I had a brainstorm about a week ago. The Vet gave me Science Diet small bites food samples and I figured that maybe I could chop it up a little and then bake it in meatballs for The Weez. I mixed two cups of the food with about a cup of meat and two eggs... just enough to hold the dog food together really. Then I baked it. I thought it might stink, but surprisingly it didn't smell at all. 

WEEZ ATE THE CONCOCTION with enthusiasm!!!  The baking softened the dog food (that I ended up leaving almost whole) enough that he liked it.  I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched him eat a whole plate of it!!! He's been eating the "monkey balls" ever since, about two weeks now. I'm so proud of my peanut, and I feel a lot less guilty about his eating habits. I was starting to feel like a terrible dog mother for feeding him unhealthy food. Now I know he's at least getting some nutrition!

It took me seven years to figure out how to get dog food into The Weez. Seven years... but in the end I WON. One point, dog mother..... zero points, dog, LOL!

8-28-03

Weezie is Gettin' a Sister!

WEEZIE IS GETTIN' A CHIHUAHUA! This weekend the Speer family will have a happy new arrival, a three year old, 4 pound, female Chi... we've decided to tell The Weez that it's HIS puppy, LOL.  She is supposed to be laid back and sweet, but we'll see Sunday after we pick her up... an update is soon to follow. In the meantime, here is a recent pic of the POOTER EXTREMIS:

WEEZIE IS MY MUSE!

Weez's PEACHES has ARRIVED

It's been two weeks since Peach, Weez's Chihuahua sister has arrived and she is absolutely wonderful. The Peach is almost three years old, she's about five pounds and she is SOOO GOOD!!! We couldn't have hoped for a better, more well-behaved, sweet little dog than our Peachie Poo.  

Weez loves her too! They like to eat piggie's ears together--really Weezie eats his and then Peach cleans up the crumbs because they're small enough for her tiny, tiny chihuahua mouth. Yay Peach! Here's a picture: