This post has words about my poop (a continually fascinating topic for my momma) as well as some newsy stuff so likely not up to my usual standards, but that has been my life as of late... BORING!
Momma made me go to the vet recently even though I felt fine. She is prone to doing this as she keeps a sharp eye on me and is most alarmed by any changes in my disposition, habits, or general appearance.
The first thing on the list was my lips. Here is a close-up. See those red nodules around my lower lips? Well, that is not normal but that is how they looked when I got home from camp which momma found worrisome.
My trusty doctor friend vet lady hypothesized that I had a reaction to whatever is used to wash the floors at camp.
Given my propensity to lay about with my jowls spread out (re-enactment in photo below) she felt that I might have spent many hours with my tender and moist lips pressed against the floor, soaking up the cleaning supply residue.
Her recommendation was for momma to bring several clean sheets next time I go to camp and have them put on the surface to prevent contact with the floor. Momma says we might have an opportunity to try this out soon and I am happy to report that my lips are looking better (but still a bit red) now that I am home.
But the primary purpose of my adventures in medical mysteries was the topic of my poop. An apparently endlessly fascinating subject.
Momma brought a big bag of my poop to share with nice Dr. Migday and they spent an eternity in conversation which I only partial listened to;
"Blah, blah, blah, chronic loose stool, blah, blah, digestive issues, blah blabbity, blah, stinky bottom, etc. etc."
Next thing I know the assistant vet has me in a bear hug and nice Dr. Migday stole my blood.
Normally not a big deal, but given the waywardness of DNA samples I was concerned that she maintain an eagle eye on it lest some find it's way to the lair of the beast for her continued experiments in combining my Mango-ness with her big bottomed self.
This was followed by a proper examination of all my large and willing to be poked and prodded self including my fleshy and peculiarly complex nether regions.
I don't really mind because Dr. Migday is very nice and understands full sized doggies.
For example, she appreciates the bliss of a good dog pit rub.
But I did lose a bit of confidence in her when she sent me home with a bag of medicine kibbles. Any of you ever eat medicine kibbles? It tastes like CRAP! Yuh, I went on hunger strike and became quite weakened.
Momma said I have to eat the alleged foodable products as an experiment to get my digestives right, so she started adding some nommy, doctor approved, things and even hand feeding me and I am now choking down most of my (now 10 cups / day) of offerings, but it isn't easy.
In other news, do you remember those robins on my front porch. Well, we looked out the window last week and saw the little babies sticking their heads out of the nest so momma decided it would be a great photo op.
MISTAKE! Here is a short movie of the mom and dad robins attacking my hapless momma.
One of them even did a drive by and pooped on her head. Luckily she had on her protective Mango Minster hat.
After all of that, she finally got a photo of the nest, only to discover THIS!
Yes, the baby birds had flown the coop so to speak. I discovered one of them in my back yard. He was a bit confused about what to do next. I was keen to help him use his wings, but momma insisted PeeWee and I come inside the house.
He stayed there for some time, but eventually went away, hopefully to fill his wee belly with worms and whatnot.
After momma ascertained that the baby birds had indeed moved out, she totally tossed out the bird nest. But those robins kept trying to make a new one and seeing them working on it until after dark last night, momma relented and said that she would let them continue their constructions and have another clutch of babies, but then they would need to find a new home next year (guess I will be using the back door for a while).
Finally, I am pleased to report that the rock digging thugs returned and planted lots of rocks in my front yard. As luck would have it, they were laid down in such a way as to make this lovely circle upon which for me to pose.
It might also serve as an ideal spot for an exorcism should the beast ever decide to visit my estate again.
And that's it from the Mango estate. Hopefully my next posting will be more exciting as I have been practicing my socializing and walkies. Oh, and stupid PeeWee is hankering to do a dumb labrapost too (he says he has planned something but he needs for it to stop raining for him to get in his photo ops, whatever).
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. From Momma - Mango has suffered from loose, cow pie, poop for most of his life and I finally decided it was time to address it. He is on a 30 day plan of increasingly aggressive changes. The first round consisted of routine blood and poop work to rule out obvious parasites or other and a change in diet (which he hates). If things don't improve in a few days, will try the next step, etc. and at some point will need to spring for more extensive (expensive) blood work to determine if some of his digestive organs are misfiring. Except for being a doofus about his food, this doesn't seem to bother him at all, but he does do about five super sized mushy poops / day and farts a lot (not to mention I have to wipe his bottom for him).