What does "hangover" mean?

My human took me to a party last night. We drove for a long time to a place where there are a lot of buildings and soooooo many smells. I could have walked around there all night long, but we had places to go and people to see.

On the way there, Gardenia dropped the bottle of wine she was taking to the party. Well, actually, it fell out of my bag, because she had put it in there to carry it so I could walk and sniff the streets. When it dropped, it splashed all over me! So I went to my first party smelling like a wino. It was cool though.

We stayed a long time, and I loved the party. Everyone was petting me and telling me how cute I am and how good I am. And they didn't mind that I smelled like Merlot. I was actually just a frontrunner...there's usually one at every party.

I did lick some of the wine off my fur. Yum! Now it's morning and I just want to sleep. Gardenia, apparently, feels fine, and she is up and busy all over the house, cleaning and organizing and putting together flat-pack furniture. Why does she have to use the drill this morning? Why?

Ugh. I'm going back to bed.

Biscuit IS Thankful!

Woof woof!

I am feeling sooooooooo much better. My butt itches all the time though, and I can't scratch it very well unless I drag it on the ground, which, honestly, doesn't feel that good. But I feel so much better that I can go on my whole walk now, instead of just a short walk like I was doing a few days ago.

My human told me today that our friend Joan baked delicious cookies for our second bake sale at work, and her yummy cookies raised over $45!!! Thanks Joan! When I see you I'm going to give you a big kiss! And thanks to everyone who bought cookies. I still don't see why I'm not allowed to have cookies, but Gardenia promises that she's going to bake some treats for me soon. Yippie!

I think it's almost time to go outside again, so I will stop writing my blog and I will stare at Gardenia and roll my RRRRRRRRRs at her until she realizes it's time to go outside.

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I'm home!

My human came today! She came and got me and brought me home! I'm home! I'm home!

I want to lick myself, but I can't. And my paw is cold. But I don't care because I'm home!

I just don't understand why she is laughing at me.

The patient patient.

Biscuit's home! I picked him up a couple of hours ago from the vet. He's actually doing really well. His incision is very bruised, but he doesn't seem to be in pain. He's very needy and a little spastic right now--just not very calm. But that's okay, I think. At least he's not passed out in pain.

They gave me the stones in a little vial. They look like big fish gravel, rounded, about the size of coffee beans. They're really kind of freaky. They sent some off to be analyzed, and then they'll know why they formed in the first place. In the meantime, he has to go on a special diet that will probably help more stones from forming, if they are a certain kind. I'm thinking of having the stones put into a studded collar for him. No, just kidding.

He's wearing one of those funnel collars, and it squishes his fur all up around his face. He keeps running into things because he's not used to the way it makes him hold his head. I try not to laugh, but then I'll hear a loud crash from the other side of the house and he'll be staggaring around like a drunkard. He was trying to get his ball out from under the chair, and that was not a successful endeavor.

Oh, and his right foreleg is shaved, so he has one poodle leg and one regular.

I'm not laughing! I just have something in my eye!

Coming home soon!

Frankie at Banfield just called and said that Biscuit can come home today at 3:00! Yay!

He's feeling much better and barking more today.

Adjustment

I woke up this morninng at 6, like I usually do, and thought, like I usually do "I'd better get up and take the freaking dog for a walk."

And then I realized he wasn't here.

Good news to report.

I just spoke to the doctor at Banfield, and Biscuit is out of surgery and doing okay! He was just coming out of the anesthesia at about 1:30. Everything went exactly as expected and there were no complications. The doc removed between seven and eight bladder stones and took an X-ray to make sure he got them all. They also cleaned his teeth and he didn't need to have any extractions, which is very good news.

The bad news is that I can't see him till Thursday. He has a catheter sutured in place right now, so he needs to lie pretty still so he doesn't disturb it. Seeing me might be too exciting/upsetting, so I shouldn't see him till the catheter is removed on Thursday morning. If he is doing well then, I should be able to bring him home on Thursday night.

I'm going to call back and see if they can play NPR for him.

I think today's the day.

My human got up very early this morning--I don't think she slept very well. She moved my bed right next to her big bed and kept petting me all night. I didn't mind that at all! When she woke up this morning, she took me outside, and then she went to lay down on the couch and called me up to cuddle with her. Then, guess what? More petting!

She also told me that I'm going to the hospital. I'm not sure what that means, but she said it's the same place where we went to see the doctor last time. It was okay there. She told me all about what's going to happen.

Here's what's going to happen:

I'm going to the hospital and I get to lay down and take a nap. While I'm sleeping, the doctor is going to go inside my tummy and fix something. I am not very sure how he is going to get inside my tummy, or what he is going to fix. The doctor is also going to do something in my mouth--I think that I had that happen once before. Anyway, when this doctor is done with all his work, I will wake up. Gardenia said that it is going to hurt a little and then feel better.

She also said something strange about how she couldn't be there the whole time. But I don't know what she means by that kind of crazy talk. If she isn't there, I will simply bark and bark and bark. Ha!

How do you say "thank you" in human?

My human is telling me about all the nice people who are helping me out! I really appreciate it. You are so very generous. Thank you! If you ever need a small yellow dog to give you a paw, let me know and I will do whatever I can...

Thank you!

Thank you Aunt Lyshi and cousins Tiggy and Snowy for making my first online donation! Woof woof! I really appreciate the help.

The first B4B bakesale!

I took pumpkin muffins to work today, and I sold out! We earned $27 for Biscuit's operation. A huge thank you to everyone who contributed.

I'll let you know in advance when I'm bringing more goodies in.

Diagnosis

Biscuit has already told you most of the story: we went to the vet today, and an X-ray revealed bladder stones. These stones are causing his urinary problems, and the only way to treat them is to operate.

It's a very complicated, serious, and expensive procedure. The stones are located far back behind his pelvic bone, which makes them difficult to reach. They will have to push the stones toward his bladder first, so they can be removed.

Biscuit's first owners have generously offered to pay for half the surgery, so I will need to make up the other half. The total is about $2000, including the cost of today's X-rays, exam, and medication. If you can help with a small donation, please do. We will be having a bake sale (for humans and for dogs) too, and thinking of other ways to raise the money. My goal is to raise $200 a month for the next five months. I'll keep track of my progress here.

Surgery is scheduled for 1/31, and Biscuit will need to be hospitalized for up to four days. The surgery is so complicated that he can be the only patient that day. I'm just glad that we know what is wrong with him now, and I hope this will fix him up once and for all.

What the Vet said.

My human took me to the vet again today to see if I am getting any better. We went to the Banfield Pet Hospital that's in the PetSmart down the road. The vet is really nice, and so are all the nurses. I don't mind going to the vet, as long as my human is with me.

She got to stay with me at the beginning today, but then the vet took me in the back and I couldn't see my human for a little while. I had to lay down on a cold table and be very still. I think I heard my human say that the vet was taking a picture of me, but that can't be right, because I HATE having my picture taken, and this didn't bother me at all. My human points this weird silver thing at me all the time, and she puts it in front of her face, which makes her look very strange. She says this is "taking my picture." I don't like it one bit.

Anyway, after I got done lyig still on the table, I still didn't get to see my human. The nurse put me in a cage for a few minutes, and I didn't like it. I barked and barked and barked. Finally the barking worked and they came and got me. They took me back into a small room, and my human was there waiting for me! I was so excited.

After that, the vet and my human talked for a long time. He showed her a picture of my bones and showed her some kind of rocks in my body. I never eat rocks, so I don't know how they got there. I think the vet said he would take them out, but if they are inside, I don't know how he thinks he's going to do that.

Now I am home and taking a nap. I'm not sure what happens next, but I hope I will feel better soon.

Hi from the human.

Hello friends of Biscuit. I thought I'd mention that I've just started the search for love ... love for Biscuit, that is. We're hoping to adopt a cat (preferably a cat named Gravy) so that Biscuit has a friend to hang out with during the day when I'm at work. We've started the search using Craigslist, so we'll see what happens.

Woof, Woof

Hello humans. My name is Biscuit. My human is writing this blog for me because she wants to help me. She got me a few months ago from my first humans. They were starting to get very busy and didn't have much time to spend with me, but they wanted me to have a good and happy life, so even though it made them sad, they let me come to live with my new human. (Her name is Gardenia, and I think she is wonderful.)

When I came to live with Gardenia, I peed on the floor a bunch of times, because I was trying to tell her that something was wrong. She took me to the vet and got me some medicine, but so far I am not getting better. Gardenia says I have a bladder infection. I don't know what that is, but I don't like it! She gives me medicine every morning, and I like that because I get to have a bite of cream cheese or peanut butter--apparently the medicine is in the cheese.

My human is going to take me to the vet again on Saturday, and I think we will learn that whatever is making me sick is very 'spensive to fix. That's why we have this blog. We are also going to have a bake sale at work, for starters. We'll do whatever we can to earn the money to help me get better. And if we make lots of money and I get better, then we will help other furry four-legged friends to get better with the extra money.

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