Friday, October 13, 2017

R.I.P. Loki (Mutatoe)

Loki (Mutatoe) 
September 2002 - 13 October 2017

Loki, by far, was a spoiled rotten Mama's dog.  Gil called him "baby bird" because he would peep and freak out if he couldn't find me.

He slept with his head on my nightstand, and his ample ass in my face.

He growled when you petted him.

He had the annoying habit of chasing Meeshka and Sam and grabbing their tails to slow them down.

He barked, not the cute husky howling, he yapped, ear piercing yapping.

Everything kicked his ass, including inanimate objects.

He made a point of soaking his mutatoe paw in liquid and then smack you in the face with it.

He annoyed everyone, and he was dearly loved despite being such an ample pain in the ass.

He certainly was one of a kind.  His deformity didn't slow him down.  One time we were at Petsmart with him and a young couple gasped "what happened to his foot!".  We freaked out because we though something was wrong with his foot... but they were just talking about the mutatoe. 

To him, he was a normal husky, nothing wrong at all with him.

To us, he was our world, and our world is much more boring without him.

Love you forever you gimpy freak.

Friday, April 14, 2017

R.I.P. Meeshka

1/6/2001 - 4/10/2017

The worst part of blogging for dogs is how to end things.  You try to maintain a very happy, funny atmosphere because everyone has problems, they don't want to read about them, they want to come here to read happy funny things.

But there comes a point in a dog's life where things aren't happy or funny, and that usually happens as they get older, start having issues.

We had a tough time after Sam passed trying to find a new normal, and see the funny in things, but the reality was that shortly after Sam passed, Meeshka was diagnosed with bladder cancer, and took a turn for the worst.  Although she was never her normal self afterwards, there were still glimmers of her each day.

On April 10th, 2017, those glimmers had faded and we held her in our arms and allowed her to peacefully pass.

Meeshka was my muse.  Through her blog I was introduced to a whole bunch of wonderful people who I call friends, gave me another world of creativity through cartooning and blogging, and enriched my life not only because of who she introduced me to, but because she was one of the most funny, infuriating, maddening, adorable, willful, and special dog I've had the pleasure of knowing.

Thank you for coming along for the ride.  Loki is doing well, adapting to being the "only dog" and is surrounded by toys and chew bones and love.

The final update to this blog will be his passing, which we hope won't be for a while, but please start at the beginning of Meeshka's World and enjoy her life again.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

We're Still OK

Thank you for giving us some time to grieve over the passing of our beloved Sammy (Bionic Hip/knee Spineless pup).

Getting old sucks, and losing a member of your family sucks even more.  It has taken us some time to get used to the new normal.

We've been pretty low key, just doing the usual routine, dealing with fireworks and thunderstorms with the help of our new wonder pill (Xanax), and just getting back into clawing the Human Woman for no reason, standing in front of doorways, and generally making our presence known.

You'll be happy to know that one thing has not changed at all: Mutatoe still gets his ample ass kicked by a myriad of household items, and the other day he discovered a cicada on the deck and tried to eat it.

Yep, it kicked his ample ass.

Monday, February 15, 2016

R.I.P. Spineless Bionic Hip/Knee Pup

7/1/2001 - 2/15/2016

Roast stealer
Bread product aficionado 
Gimpy chewable
Private Pooper
Best friend
Little Spoon
Snuggle puppy
Professional napper

A piece of my heart

Friday, December 18, 2015

Loki's Ortho Visit

Yeah, yeah, I know, I don't blog enough.

I'm a busy husky, you know, working breed and all that.  Ok, so I generally just nap and sometimes I frolic, but generally I'm retired.

Anyway, I thought I'd show up and give you an update on my royal house.

I'm fine, frankly I'm the healthiest one here lately.  The Humans complain about everything.  You want to go out every 2 hours during the night, you want your water bowl filled with fresh water, why are you screaming at the bed every time you lay down.

Yeah, about that.  It's my new "thing".  Every time I lay down I scream at the bed.  I'm announcing to the world that I'm laying down, what's wrong with that?

Bionic Hip/Knee Spineless Sam is still hanging in there.  His issues are progressing and when he started having more nose bleeds when he was stressed out, they felt that he shouldn't go in for his massage sessions.  He wears pants now, lounges around, gets carried everywhere and they help him poo.  He's still the same happy guy, but he can't really move around on his own.

To help him sit up, they got him two beanbag chairs.

He was toodling around in a quad cart for a while, but then it get too distressing for him (nose bleed time), so he gets his exercise by sitting and honking, and when he wants to be put back on the sleep number bed and get fed Danish butter cookies, he throws himself down.

Mutatoe was perfectly fine until a few weeks ago when it appeared that hefting around that massive ample ass was taking a toll on his legs.  His regular vet suspected he had bad hips, but he wasn't really limping or anything.  He's always walked like a dork so it's hard to tell with him.  Then one day he started really being gimpy.

This meant he had to go see Sam's friends at VOSM.

Sam loved going to VOSM, and everybody loved Sam there.  Sam had a tradition of pooping in the lobby every.single.time.

Apparently they had a bit of a conversation before we left because even though the Humans let the Mutatoe sniff and walk around and sniff some more... the moment they walked into the lobby...

The Humans went with the fear that Mutatoe was also falling apart... thankfully that wasn't the case.

The Mutatoe dog has the hips and joints of a 4 year old dog.  Apparently he's pulled a back leg muscle, so he gets some pills for 2 weeks and that should take care of everything.

Now that I know that... it's back to sneaking up under her table and pinching her fat.

Sunday, September 06, 2015

Uncle Jack Visit So Far

So... Uncle Jack arrived, and pretty much we've done a lot of napping.

Well, we have during the day while the humans go out and eat (without us) and run "errands" that involve eating (without us), and then come home and spend a lot of time trying to find a way to keep the Spineless Bionic Hip/Knee, nosebleedy Sam from peeing all over the place.

It seems that he's now sprung a leak when he sleeps, so the humans have spent an inordinate amount of time purchasing all manner of diapers, bands, pads, whatchamacallits (not the candy bar), and items to help catch all of that pee so it's not all over the place.

The only problem is that he's a Husky, and that means, where's there's a will, there will be pee.

So they tried diapers.  Cheap, expensive, fancy, fool-proof (they've never met the Human Woman), and no matter what they tried...

Yep, laundry-palooza.  The Human Woman swears that he could pee through the eye of a needle.  No matter how tightly they put those diapers on, he found some way to pee on everything BUT inside the diaper.

Then a good friend of the Human Woman suggested belly bands.  Fool proof she said.  Even sent her one to try out...

Yep, you guessed it, he manages to pee around those too.

Oh sure, once the Human woman figured out that he isn't built like most dogs (ahem... his pee pee hides), she's modified her approach to bolster the belly band to make sure it covers his naughty bits and absorb all of the pee.  I'm surprised she hasn't completely wrapped him in incontinence pads and diapers.

The only problem is that... now the Mutatoe thinks that the entire house is fair game, and frankly, if they aren't going to bother walking down the stairs and exert themselves... why should I.  Except at night, that's when we interrupt them every half hour and scream to go outside.

Have I mentioned that the Human Woman is looking into buying stock in pee pads and steam cleaners?  Just a little inside tip for all of you day traders.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Let the Ghoul Pool Begin

Long time readers will know what time of year it is.

Yes, it is time for the Uncle Jack Ghoul Pool!

After a long hiatus, Uncle Jack will be coming to visit, and we couldn't be any more excited!!!  We love Uncle Jack!

So, if you aren't a long time reader (and shame on you) and have no idea what the significance of an Uncle Jack visit means, just go click on this link and read away.  Click this link here... right here, this link.

It should take you to all of the instances of Uncle Jack's powers to kill famous people and cause horrific catastrophes.

So, in the comments, tell us which famous person will die unexpectedly and what horrible catastrophe will occur between the dates of September 4th and September 12th.

We also promise to give him a grand welcome to the house as always.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

The Story of the Spineless, Bionic Hip/Knee Husky

We all know that Sam is a mess... been that way since he was born.

He's got a bionic hip on the left side.
He had spine surgery to remove a ruptured disc, so that means he has no spine.
He's got something holding his left knee together (we think it's dental floss)
His other knee is also blown, but he's not a good candidate for surgery now.
One side grew longer than the other so he always looks like one side is walking on the curb, the other side on the street.

He's been going in for laser treatment and massage every other Friday (we think he's out gambling at the local casino).

Recently he started having small nosebleeds when he's stressed out (hates the stairs, will bleed if you try to make him walk down them).  After further, extensive, and expensive tests... nobody could figure out why.  No tumors, no nothing up the nose, no reason.

Fast forward to the second week of June 2015.

The Human Man had to go into the hospital to have some parts removed and other parts refitted.  The Human Woman had to deal with running to the hospital to visit him, then run home to untangle Sam from whatever he got caught up in (it's his favorite game: ooze off the bed and freak out the Human Woman) for a few days until the Human Man came home to recover.

Then it was Human Woman running to help Sam, then the Human Man, Sam, Human Man, Sam, Mutatoe and I when we'd pitch a fit for not getting sufficient attention.

This was all great fun as we're pretty sure the Human Woman was at the breaking point, so Sam upped his game.

Two days after the Human Man returned, we had been banished into the guest room so we wouldn't stomp on him (they know how to ruin all of our fun).  The guest room isn't comfy, even though all of our dog beds were in there.  Sam was particularly peeved because the guest bed isn't a sleep number bed and feels like you are sleeping on a rock.

To show his displeasure, he woke the Human Woman up in the middle of the night by bleeding profusely out of his nose and spraying the guest room so it looked like a crime scene.

The Human Man was pretty much worthless, as he was on really strong pain killers (even better than ours) and can't lift things that weigh more than a kleenex (mmm tasty kleenex), so there was a bit of freaking out involved, we got escorted to our crates and Sam carried out to go to the Vet ER.

Apparently Sam has high blood pressure.  Normal dog blood pressure is around 80, and Sam's was 190.  Apparently Sam has a thin mucus wall that explodes when his blood pressure goes through the roof.  So, the next day he came home, totally drugged up to help lower his blood pressure, and keep him quiet for a bit.

It was at this point that the Human Woman lost her mind.  The entire living room was moved around so that it would fit a queen sized Aerobed for Sam.

We all spent the nights in the living room and not the guest room (frankly I felt this was a step up because I got my air vent back) Then she realized that if Sam moved toward the back, they couldn't reach him, so she ordered two twin sized ones.  One for his day bed, then she'd put the other down to sleep next to him at night (or rather, for us to claim and leave her sleeping on a dog bed).

Then she realized the aerobeds aren't comfortable, so those got deflated and Sam got a Temperpedic mattress topper, and she slept on dog beds (and we slept on her).

While the Human Man was home recuperating, he curled up on the incredibly uncomfortable loveseat to watch over the other patient.

Then she realized that the Temperpedic topper wasn't cushy enough, so she got an Ikea egg crate foam twin mattress.

Then Sam oozed off of that, so she rearranged the living room again and used dog beds to bolster the Temperpedic, butted it up with the Ikea mattress, used 35 pool noodles to cover every possible hard surface nearby, with more dog beds as buffer zones and blankets to keep legs from getting caught between anything.

You can clearly see, she's stark raving mad.

He still has issues, and he's getting a loading dose of Adequan to see if that will help his creaky bones, but needless to say, every time he wants to get up, he honks and the Human Woman comes running.

He sure does know how to milk a situation.

Where Have We Been

Yes, yes, I know, I know.

Sometimes things just get so out of hand, and wacky, and loopy, and then you have to rely on humans to do your typing and who can depend on that???

We are all still here... no need to freak out.

Some of us are more creakier, ok, who am I fooling, we're all getting older and we're all creaky in our own special ways.

Sam has had more issues than Mutatoe and I... because he's the most expensive bionic hip/knee spineless and now nose bleedy husky in the history of huskies.  He has taken freaking out the humans to all new levels that I don't think any husky has ever accomplished.  But he's still hanging around and reaping the benefits of gimpyism to it's fullest.

More on that later.

Mutatoe and I are on drugs.  Yes, you heard that right.  After a particularly nasty string of thunderstorms and THEN the upcoming Independence Day tomfoolery, the Humans gave up and begged our vet for drugs.  Real drugs.  Good drugs.

In case you can't be bothered to go back and find out what happens when it storms or fireworks are set off...

I leap up (usually from a sound sleep) and pee on the nearest dog bed (whether its occupied or not)

Then I frantically pace, pant, and claw.

They tried the Thundershirt

Didn't work.

They tried:
Rescue Remedy
Calming caramel things
calming biscuit things (of many varieties)
Loud music
Safe spaces
Open spaces
letting me go nuts


I kept getting worse and worse, more frantic, more stompy, more clawy, and more freaking out... y.  On top of that, the Mutatoe started getting more and more freaking outy as well.  I've never seen a dog drool as much as he can.  I can only imagine he stores all of that drool in his ample ass.

A phone call that involved begging and weeping later, the Humans left and returned with a bottle of pills.

Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about!  I like how it's the same thing forwards and backwards.

Anyway, a big storm was approaching and the Humans gave us all a tasty gooey treat and about 20 minutes later I started feeling lovely.  Very relaxed, very I don't care.  I took a nap.

When the first big boom of thunder hit, I automatically jumped up and peed on the first available dog bed, but then I was like "dude... got any snacks?"  The Human Woman took me downstairs and I got comfy on a dog bed and she fed me the most amazing jerky treats!  I've had them before, but for some reason THESE were very tasty!

A little later I felt sleepy, so I napped.

Mutatoe had the same reaction (except he doesn't pee on dog beds), but was so zoned out that he just lay in his crate and watched some imaginary butterflies dance around his head or something... he's weird.

After our naps a few hours later, we both felt very refreshed and absolutely frisky!

A few days later we got some treats and a bit later the fireworks started and lasted for 4 hours, but you know what?

Nope, we don't care
Didn't care.  I lay downstairs watching tv, Loki threw himself on our own personal couch and took a nap.

When the fireworks were over, we all went back upstairs and went to bed.  The next morning we both felt FABULOUS and frisky.

Oh yeah, this is so much better than freaking out, pacing, panting, stressing, getting all bent out of shape.  I don't know what these pills are, but they're great!

So, that's the latest news around here.  I'll tell you all about Sam's issues later, I promise.

Don't worry, I'm keeping a close eye on him, so he'll be fine.

Oh, and just to prove that everything is normal around here... Mutatoe got his ample ass kicked by the raised water bowl.