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Friday, October 12, 2012

It's Five O'Clock Somewhere. . .


"Wonderful day to lay out after the horrid winter we've had, isn't it dear? Please tell Olga I'll be ready for my deep tissue massage at noon, after I finish my martini. And fetch me that special oil I like. You know, the one with the lavender. . .

. . .Oh! And Dear!  Please tell Andrew to stop putting those little umbrellas in my drink. For goodness sake, I am no longer a child. . ."
A day in the life of Bojie the Newfoundland

Thursday, October 11, 2012

I am your Yoda

OK, people.  Before I tell you all of my most recent adventures, it's important to fill you in on a really important story first.  Sometimes, I have to take things down a few notches and be serious.  Besides the fact that I like talking about myself, it's also really important for me to include this story in my blog, because A LOT of fellow dogs and their people have to go through this, and sometimes, every so often, this blog can be educational! Can you believe it! I can be your YODA! 

So my students, let me take this opportunity to tell you that not only am I awesome.  I am a super hero.  I think that after you hear this story, you will appreciate my successes even more.  You all know about the emergency surgery that saved my life from an obstruction, because you faithfully read my blog and would never miss a post.  RIGHT?! You can brush up on that story *Here* just in case you repressed it because it was so scary for you.  

Now, I need to tell you another family secret.  Besides the fact that I am magical like a unicorn because I have opposable thumbs and can type on a computer, I am also bionic. For. Real.  Like, if I walked through one of those metal detectors at an airport, it would totally go off.  And they'd check my fur, and check my collar, and everyone would probably think I "was packing" (I love using that phrase, because sometimes I like to listen to rap) because I've been known to wear cowboy hats and bandanas (that was a little sneaky line I added to give you a hint of a story coming soon- put it in your memory bank).  BUT! The truth is, the metal is INSIDE of me.  

You see, about 6 months after my emergency surgery for an obstruction, I was practicing pulling my cart one day getting ready to take the draft test and all of the sudden SNAP! I felt like something was very wrong in my back leg.  Like what happens to all those middle aged men, who think they're still as bad ass as they were in high school, and decide to join a men's basketball league or lacrosse league and they go out all crazy like they are 20 yrs old again.  You know what I'm talking about.  The men that start sweating as soon as they get out of their car, they've got new shiny sneakers which totally give away the fact that they are so out of shape, but they still consider themselves to be uber athletes because they played in college.   They think they look like this:

But really they look like this:

 and then they do one quick sprint as soon as they get on the court or the field and tear their ACL.  But they go home and tell their wives the injury happened during a "really hard hit" or "a dunk" when really, all they did was take their first jog in like 15yrs? Yeah, that's how I felt. 

 But I digress. . .The next thing that I knew, I was totally lame on my back left leg.  My mom did her silent freak out thing that she does when she's all worried about me and she called the vet.  I was thoroughly examined, had some xrays and had a positive drawer test on my exam which proved that I had ruptured my CCL (cranial cruciate ligament- you see, unlike the middle aged fat hairy bald guys who get hurt and tear their ACL's we dogs have CCL's.  Same type of injury slightly different location in the knee).  Two days later, I was in an operating room having TPLO surgery (I was going to go all into detail about what this is, but the truth is if you have found my blog that means that you are that adept at using the internet, you can totally find out all of that information on your own, plus then my blog gets really serious, and sad, and overkill boring)

. . .But get this guys. My mom was IN THE OPERATING ROOM WITH ME.  She was there for the ENTIRE thing! I was never alone! Even when I woke up! There she was! She is the coolest mom EVAH! Also, I think she is every veterinarians nightmare. But, I still think she's cool when she's not acting all crazy, so whatev's you veterinarians. Think what you will. 

MY surgeon was equally as cool as my mom, because he invited her in to watch.  Also he's awesome.  Also, my mom ends up getting a crush on ANYONE who takes care of me when I'm super sick or injured.  No matter what they look like because to her, they all just look like super man even if they probably just look like one of those middle aged men about to tear a muscle or break a bone on the basketball court.

Here is a photo chronicle that my mom took of my time in the hospital.  At the very end, There are some super cool videos of my recovery.  You better watch them.  Remember, I am a super hero now, so I will be able to tell if you don't watch them (I'm like freaking Santa Claus.  You're on my list!)  They make reading through all of this blog post worth it.  I got to swim in an indoor pool AND walk on an underwater treadmill.  Seriously, I doubt any of those hairy mens wives take them to indoor pools and underwater treadmills after they have their surgeries.  It was like I had arrived at Newf Disney Land.  I also got a bully stick after EVERY session.  Trust me, there is nothing NOTHING like bulls penis after a hard work out (that's what a bully stick is- I'm not being derogatory.  LOOK IT UP PEOPLE! You're on the internet! FORGET JARED! NOTHING SAYS I LOVE YOU LIKE SOME TASTY BULLS PENIS!)

In the anesthesia recovery unit:
In the CCU:
Going home:
Rigsby snuck into my crate to give me kisses when my mom went to get me fresh water.  Sometimes, he can be pretty cute.
meniscus tear and repair
Pre TPLO and Post TPLO Xrays

These are the videos I told you about. . .Remember, Santa's watching.  Push play!






Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Uh, um, hullo.  I noticed that I have 4000 hits on my blog, and I just wanted to inform you, my people, that I have not forgotten about you, or this blog.  I have just been really, really, really busy at being awesome.  NO! I mean it.  I really have.  Wait until you hear about all of the things I've been doing.  Being awesome means that I have A LOT of material for new blog posts coming up.  I don't even want to give anything away because my stories are pretty entertaining, but please stay tuned! I have been out "on tour" as my momma likes to call it, surveying my land and meeting new friends and doing lots of working events and even my baby brother Rigsby has been busy! Seriously,  minus like 100lbs, and my mom is like the pageant mom in that show*"Here comes Honey Boo Boo". * That would kind of make me like Honey boo boo, but I'm a lot cuter.  Also, I know a lot more tricks.

LOTS of stories coming soon! Promise! I just had to wait until I got off tour to get home to use my opposable thumbs.  Yes, I am magical.  Like a unicorn.  Only more like a bear with opposable thumbs. It's kind of a family secret. But, now you know.  OK!? I HAVE OPPOSABLE THUMBS! THERE!

*Editors note:  We have no affiliation with TLC or the show Honey Boo Boo, but for that plug, we do think we deserve a crack at our own little show...we guarantee it would be a chart buster.  So, dudes at TLC...Call me? Maybe?