The Cure for Boredom is Curiosity.

I bought bed risers. Not to be able to store things under the bed, but so my dog can sleep under the bed without having to do the combat belly crawl in order to get under. She still has to do a little limbo, but now without the rug burn.

Firstly she is a spoiled, spoiled dog. That's the OK part. I didn't realize how much I missed having a dog. What I would like to miss is going to the vet. Bonnie has some kind of skin infection going on that is not getting better despite the topical antibiotic cream and 1 month of oral antibiotics. This is not happy making. I thought that the second round of antibiotics was doing well until this morning when I looked at the area and it was 100x worse than it was yesterday. So not cool. Off to the vet we went in search of answers today. And the vet is a bit stumped, to the point that she had all the vets working today take a look at Bonnie's armpit. Stumped. Another scraping to rule out parasites. And the only conclusion we can come to without a biopsy at this point is a resistant bacteria to current antibiotics or an allergic reaction. Tomorrow we are starting new antibiotics and the worst part is that we started a new allergen free diet today. This is bad. Really bad. Bad because we have to change food which means higher price and the possibility that she won't like the food. Luckily that's not the problem since she picked the new food out of the old in our weaning blend. We had to buy new cookies since we can't have any with meat products in them. And the worst part is that her chewies are out. Her favorite thing in the whole wide world. The only thing that she will do anything for. No more beef tendons. At least for the next 2 months and this is bad. Nylabones were suggested, so we bought two. Ain't gonna work. She thinks she can eat them. Now we're searching for a chewie substitute. And that's the drama for the week. I should take pictures of the rash - not to post - but to show the vet the progression.

*sigh*
I'd really like the dog to understand that I will take her outside if she needs to potty. Or even potty on the wee wee pad. Not use the floor. However, I guess I should be thankful that she understands that the place to go potty is in the bathroom and not the living room or some other place. Although that could have more to do with her fascination of the flushing toilet.

On the happy side, we've been working on the sit command today. Food is good bribery.

I forgot to add earlier that I believe this puppy in my house is actually part wookie.
I put her in her crate so I could go do some other things besides love on her.
And now all I hear is "grrr grrr ap ap ap grrr grrr".
And make it sound like a baby Chewbaca in your head.

We get the puppy on the 26th! Yay!

I'm ready for all the smooshy, squishy loving that will commence.