Paw Time with Houdini

This is me friends from last weekend.  I was worn out.  Not from running, playing or chasing Hemi or Bacon.  Nope not anything fun at all.  I had just gotten back home from the three lettered bad place – V.E.T.  Before I go further, let me discuss something with you humans.  Us anipals know how to spell.  You don’t have to spell V.E.T.  We know that is the place that we all despise.  I mean really.  Buy us a drink first.  Get to know us if you will before you violate our captains quarters.  I’m just saying and I think I speak for everyone on that private matter.  So on this date, I was visiting our vet for my yearly shots.  How those yearly shots get here so fast!  Being a Yorkshire Terrier, I can admit that our breed is a little… how should I say it….nervous about these things.  Yeah, that’s the perfect word.  So before I get my shots and the doctor feels me up, the staff usually gives me a little Benadryl to cut the edge to calm my inner Yorkie down.  So there I was one shot of Benadryl in my rump and I am chilling in my dad’s arms.  And might I add, I didn’t bark, whimper and growl at that shot.  I was a good boy.  So there I am chilling and the lady doctor finally comes in.  Mom/dad and the doctor are talking and the doctor tells daddy she is going to take me away from him for a couple of moments.  Now comes the good part.  As the doctor reaches out to get me, daddy barks and growls at her!  Seriously – the dude growled and barked!!  Rolls with puppy laughter.  For an older lady, the doctor sure did jump pretty high.  I was greatly impressed.  Of course mom fussed at daddy.  I just laughed and got excited for a few minutes…. that is until I saw the doctor going towards my captains quarters.  I ended up getting two more shots – again with no barking, growling or whimpering.  I was a good pooch mom said.  So good that I got to go by the pet store on the way home to pick out a new toy.  Daddy on the other hand didn’t get a toy because of his growling/barking.

 

So Much Sorrow

We here at the Hotel Thompson have some very sad news to share today my friends.  It is with such sorrow that we share the news that Mouse Girl (affectionately know here as OMG – oh Mouse Girl) passed away yesterday on Mother’s Day and is now over the Rainbow Bridge.

Mouse Girl was 10 years old and she picked us to live with 8 years ago at a local shelter.  She brought so much happiness and laughter to our house.  Mouse Girl was a Maine Coon kitty, was very shy to peeps she didn’t know and will so greatly be missed.

Her passing was sudden, she had not been showing any signs of being sick at all.  But things change so quickly and suddenly she is gone.  Bare with us our friends as we grieve here at the Hotel Thompson. We will be posting replies and back to visiting blogs soon. ♥  We appreciate all of the emails, messages, posts and phone calls.  Friends like you ROCK!

 

Tough Times at the Hotel Thompson

 Hello my dear friends.  I hope you had a wonderful Christmas holiday.  It was wonderful here at the Hotel Thompson.  I think it was one of the best we’ve had in several years that I can remember.  What?  I’m only four – snorts.

We had some things to overcome the week of Christmas – one being mom being ill and then there was Houdini.  Cute poor little guy.  The picture to the left is one that was taken on the way to invasion of aliens procedure… well that’s what daddy calls it anyway – snorts.  He looks so pitiful doesn’t he?  He had no clue.  Now personally I don’t remember the invasion of the alien procedure but I have the scars to show for it.  Mine was done so early in my life – at three weeks.  Unbelievable huh?  Hoo-Hoo waited until six MONTHS for his procedure.  Anyway, I don’t remember mine and mom and dad so that’s a good thing.

Mom and dad dropped off the little guy at 8:00 am on Tuesday, December 23, 2014.  Mom was advised that Houdini would be abducted first.  WOW – if anything these aliens are precise huh?  Mom for some reason was a nervous wreck all morning long.  The vet’s office advised she could call around noon to check the status of the alien invasion.  Rolls piggy eyes.  Mommy doesn’t have that kind of patience so of course she called at 11:30AM.  He was in recovery.  The staff advised he was doing fine and mom could pick him up after 4:00PM.  Of course, again you know my mom’s patience level – rolls piggy eyes, she was there at the office at 3:45PM – snorts.

Mom and dad picked him up, got his medicines (he has a pain pill and an antibiotic) and brought him home.  The first he did?  He tried to lick where his alien invasion happened.  I don’t get it.  I don’t remember licking mine – but then again how could I?  My head doesn’t move like that.  Darn not having shoulders per say.

Mom immediately called the doctors office and they told her to put a shirt on him so she did.  Cute huh?  Perhaps she should have went with the shirt that said, “Problem Child”.  Snorts because he was a problem child.  He kept at it and would move his shirt.

Again mom called the vet’s office.  They advised there was the last possibility – the cone of shame.  Thud – now this should be fun.  So mom and dad dropped off Houdini at Nana’s to be watched while they drove as fast as they could in Albert the Smart car to the local pet store to get a cone of shame.

Okay does this picture not look like a sign of ultimate defeat?  I actually even felt sorry for the little guy for a while.  Here he was all drugged up, recovering from surgery and then with the cone of shame.  The first couple of days, he was out of it and so was mom.  Let me tell you about the love of a mom.  Poor Hoo-Hoo, he wasn’t in pain because he was drugged.  But mommy wanted to make sure he was okay.  So what does she do?  She holds him all night long, rocks him to sleep, sings to him and rubs his little back.  All for his comfort so he knows he’s okay.  Can you say aaww?  But that’s my mom.  She’s done the same thing for all of us anipals here at the Hotel Thompson.

Yesterday was the last day of the little guy’s medicines.  I’m not sure who is more glad of that – Houdini or mom – snorts.  I admit he was really good about taking them up until Saturday.  Then he was back to giving mommy a hard time getting those two pills down twice a day.

And don’t think that cone of shame slowed the little guy down.  Not one bit.  By Thursday, he was into EVERYTHING.  He even got stuck up under mom/dad’s bed.  Wearing his cone, he couldn’t get out and he whined so of course mom went on a hunt and find mission.  There he was stuck up underneath a king size bed.  And there was mom, laying on the floor reaching up underneath it trying to get him.  I have to admit it was a hoot of a good time for all of us anipals.  Of course it was.  We *all* tried to help by climbing up and over and all around mom while she was on the floor.  Snorts – it took her about thirty minutes but she got him out.  I wished I had video taped it.

So that’s where we stand right now at the Hotel Thompson.  Houdini still has his cone of shame on and he is healing up nicely.  He will get his stitches out this coming Saturday – which is a good thing.  Then the cone of shame can come off and he can get a good soak in the tub.