One of These Things is Not Like the Other

Tripawd Wyatt ends up in a cone again at the dogtor but this time it’s not his fault he says.

Seems I can’t go a whole year without ending up in the cone of shame. “It’s always somethin” my maw says. Only this time, it wasn’t my fault, I swear!

Tripawd, German Shepherd
And I asked myself, “How did I get there?”

Last week I woke up feeling bad. I dunno, something made my stomach upset. Before I knew it, last night’s dinner came back up. Only before it landed on the floor, I inhaled it. “Eeew!” I know you’re thinking. But hey I’m a dog, it’s what we do.

Problem is those tasty left overs went down my windpipe. Then I got a fever (104!). And then it was the hospital for me.

Tripawd, German Shepherd
“Inhalation new-moan-ya” they call it.

They called it new-moan-ya. Whatever it was, now it’s hard to breathe. And I’m not real hungry. But they let me go home and I’m trying hard to feel good again. I’ll be back soon when I feel good enough to tell you more.

Name that Icky Spot

Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt Ray Dawg shows mysterious lumpy spot on his amputation stump.

Well after a week of wrasslin’ with the Oaktown Pack (more on that later dudes, calm down and I’ll share that with you in my next post). . .

now I got this funky lumpy spot on my stumpy. My Momma wants you to guess what it is because none of us know but it’s making me NUTS!

I’m going to the vet tomorrow to get it poked at. Meanwhile I’m trying to help move things along by chewing off all the hair around it.

So what do YOU think it is?