Daddy gets what daddy wants!

My poor Mojo! Yesterday was ‘supposed’ to go to the vet for a check-up and ‘discussion’ about her ears. Turns out, that the vet wanted to crop hers immediately because she was at the age where her ears might not take a crop.



I was not happy … I love those cute floppy ears. Daddy wanted her to look like a Doberman with the cropped ears and all so yesterday I they cropped her ears. My poor baby has her ears all bandaged up and I miss those cute floppy flaps of flesh. Besides that, I just don’t think cropping the ears is at all necessary.

As usual, daddy gets, what daddy wants!

(Mean ‘ole daddy)

I got my MOJO!!!!

My dear Roxy, whom I lost over a month ago, will NEVER be replaced in my heart. She was a great protector, friend and companion. I will forever miss her!

This week I finally came to the point (in my heart) that I felt that I had more love to give again …. I just got another Doberman.


Her name is Mojo and she’s an 11 week old black & rust AKC and is full of herself! She’s high energy, non-stop pup! She has had her tail docked, but has not had her ears cropped.

Today I killed My Best Friend

Title sounds horriffic, quite frankly that's how I feel. I had to put my beloved doberman to sleep. She hadn't ate in 48 hours and she just was acting very lethargic. No to mention she poopied nothing but a stream of blood. It was time. I love my friend, but she doesn't deserve to suffer. I feel so depressed though.

Dear Roxy

Dear Roxy,

I sit here as I type this letter and watch your breathing. Every breath, a testimonial to the life you've lived. I remember when you came running over to see my son who was then one and a half. You were happy, loving and most of all, chosen. You were chosen to be our beloved addition. You have grown over the years, as have the boys. You have played with them, wrestled with them and at times been a friend to them. You truly love those kids. We have been through much together, from life, love and even separation.

We thought we lost you for good after our awful car accident and you were left behind the scene ... 100's of miles from home, injured. We didn't know how or if we'd ever see you again, or if you were even alive. Thanks to a kind man who found you a week later and back tracked to a vet that would treat your wounds until they found us. We were reunited two weeks after the accident when I felt I was able to travel short distances. You were so happy to see me and licked my face. I broke down crying with relief, joy and hurt for your injuries. You healed, just as I did, in time and we have been inseparable since. The mere thought of losing you AGAIN tears me up! Now, you're 7.5 yrs old, a good age for my girl, but not a graceful age. You have begun to have health issues (seizures, body masses, swollen joints) that have me fearing the loss of you again.

Each night as I lay down to sleep, you come and curl up with me. You keep me warm you make me feel secure and safe. You make me feel loved. I fear that the day is coming near, but I will do what is right by you. I do not want you to suffer. Although, my dear Roxy, I'd want you here with me forever.

I love you!
Mom

Man vs. Dog

Man vs. Dog

PROBLEM: My husband is counting they days to force me to get rid of my son's dog!!!!!

Firstly let me set the stage .....
December 2000 I bought a AKC Doberman for Christmas for my son. My husband was insistant upon the breed and MY money funded the purchase .... which wasn't cheap.

We've been through a lot with this dog, whom we named Roxy. We even went through a severe SUV Rollover (8 or 9 rolls on the interstate @ appx 70 mph). After the wreck she got out of the vehichle. I was life-flighted to the best hospital near me and my boys and husband whose injuries weren't as life threatening as mine went to another. ROXY was gone! A passer by stopped and looked for her, but couldn't find her. Two days later the kind man stopped again on his way back home from his business trip and FOUND HER! He then drove her back towards us and tried to find a vet in the area which would take her since she was also injured. He drove in the opposite direction of his destination by ONE HOUR! A true samaratian!!!! He found a vet that would accept her and they cleaned her wounds. Unknowingly, they tracked us down by calling all the hospitals in the area. They had found us after four days! We had FOUR DAYS of asking ourselves how are we going to tell my son that his dog is gone and worse ... probably dead. When we got the call that she was safe I had unleased hours of tears of relief. Two days later we went to see her at the vet's office and 'approved' a surgery she needed to repair her wounds from the wreck. SHE IS VERY DEAR TO ME!

Several years have passed now and she has developed some kind of allergy that causes her to have a odor problem. After 24-48 hrs the odor comes back. I have taken her to the vet and they have her on steriods now which seems to slow the problem.

My husband has developed a 'hack' which I am associating with SMOKERS HACK and a residual cough from a bad cold! It was brought on by his YEARS of smoking. The hack has make him ultra sensitive to other smells, namely our dog. So this brings me to my problem.........

MAN VS DOG!

What should I do?