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Hi, everyone. It's me again. I'm growing and growing and growing still. I'm now 7 pounds and I've learned to take treats to my bed to eat them. My mom makes treats for my sisters and brother and made some small ones just for me and my brother the boston because he's little too. Pretty soon I'm going to be bigger than him though and I'll get the big ones, just like the big dogs. Since they're all girls I'll watch over the harem.
I'm getting very adventurous too. I like to play tug with the younger dogs and I really like sneaking up behind all of my siblings and biting the backs of their legs. By the time they turn around to tell me off I'm already gone, haha. I'm sneaky. I also like to run around a lot, tease the cats, and bark when we play. The other dogs get to go outside and I'm really wanting to see what it's like but am a little scared still - I don't like how cold it is at the door.
I have a collar on now and it's not bugging me anymore. I'm ready for the temperatures to warm up so my mom can take me for a walk. I'm determined to skip the carrier next trip to the vet and walk in there on my own!
Love all of you.
Brosa XOXO
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Hi, Everyone. I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in a week but my mom was a little busy with my sister so I couldn't get on the computer. She had a tumor on her head and it was really ugly so I'm glad it's gone. Hopefully she will be nicer now that it's off and she doesn't need to be self conscious.
I had lots of fun this week and am being a good boy and eating all of my food. I've gained a whole pound and am now 5.8 pounds. I'm all muscle, not a bit of chub :) (not that a bit of chub isn't ok, you know). You should see me beating the big dogs up. They should know better than to mess with me. I made the pitbull afraid of me but am still working on the others. The cats are pretty rude too so I need to be meaner to them. Mom says I should just get along but she doesn't understand that this house needs a man to rule it. I need to protect the ladies.
It's very cold outside of the doors here. Mom and the other dogs go out but I don't want to. I go to the door to see them off but I run back when I feel the cold. I have pads inside that I pee on when they go outside. I'm a pretty smart guy. We have a boston terrier that I play with sometimes and he doesn't like it outside. Unfortunately he's what they call 'special' and doesn't understand. They feel bad sometimes that I'm much smarter than him but am a lot younger. He has a lot of fun too though and I'm going to protect him when I get bigger.
This week I'm going to continue having fun and eating lots. I'm going to try to get big and strong to prepare for my surgery that will make me all better. I'm also going to stop drinking wine so my liver can develop. Just kidding - my mom won't let me have any no matter how hard I try.
XOXO
Brosa
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Just like aunt Charlotte said, I went to see my vet yesterday. My big sister came with me because she needed to see him too. My mom kept me hidden until she was all finished. But when my vet saw me you should have seen his face! I made him smile a whole lot - he really was happy and he loves me to bits (I think I'm his favorite). It was only 10 days since he saw me last but he was really happy to see how much I have grown in that time. He took the cold thing out and listened to my heart and lungs and said that they sound great.
My mom told him how good I was doing and that I was eating and drinking on my own. I kinda wish I still had to take my medicine because I really enjoyed it. I get to have a wormer today. Mom says I will like that too but I'm not really sure what it is.
So, my surgery is delayed again but it's not because I'm doing bad, it's because I'm doing very well. My vet says he's pretty confident that I'm going to make it. It was hard work but I'm having fun and I want a chance of living in this world and showing everyone what I've got. So, since I can eat on my own we're going to let my liver develop a but more so it's safer and hopefully I can get a little bigger too.
And, the best bonus is that I'm starting to look like a boxer instead of a chihuahua (no offense to all of the lovely chihuahuas out there). Well, I'm off to raise some hell!
xoxo
Brosa
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Tomorrow I will be 7 weeks old! I have lots to tell. It's been a full week since I went to see my vet last and I got to eat solid food. I will see him soon and I know he's going to be very proud of me because I did something remarkable - I doubled my weight! You should see me now - I'm so buff. All of my foster sisters are sweatin' me, I know. I don't even try to pretend I'm modest. I'm now walking around the place like I own it. And, proper thing - I'm the man of the house now so I have to walk tall and stick my chest out to protect these girls.
I'm going to keep on eating lots and growing before my surgery because the stronger I am the better I will do. I'm having a lot of fun though. I'm playing with toys and chasing the little cat and climbing all over the big cat. I also play with my foster doggy siblings. They're great fun and all but one are nice to me. Mom says the white one isn't nice to anyone though - she likes me to leave her alone and doesn't bother me. I keep picking on the pitbull instead. She's the nicest to me and I really like her. She's very fun. The boston terrier is a little scary though but I'll be bigger than his soon.
Uh oh... I see a pant leg coming my way - I better catch it (it's my new favorite pass time). TTFN!
XOXO
Brosa
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You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Yesterday was terrible! I went to the vet to see my doctor. I was having a pretty bad time for the past week and getting sick a little bit. It's because there was some fluid in my respiratory system. So, I wasn't growing any more and got a little bit dehydrated. My lungs were a bit aspirated too so I have some new antibiotics. So, my mom and the vet cooked up a plan and got me some small dry food to see if I could eat it. I have teeth now so I could try. So, mom found some itty bitty food and I did eat it. I quite like it, actually. It's already coming out the other end ok. Haha.
The bad part, though, is that I had to stay still for an x-ray. Then, to keep me hydrated, mom and the doctor said that I needed to have 'subcutaneous fluids' given. I was ok with that until I saw that they had to be given under my skin with a needle. WHOA! So, I protested and then when I got home and was eating the solid food, I cooked up my own plan. I decided to drink water on my own. It was weird at first but I'm getting used to it now.
So, that's what's new in my life. New things every day. My foster mom is calling me a chiwoxer. She thinks she's funny but I don't - she's making fun of me. I can run and play and talk just like other dogs my age. I run so fast now that I trip myself. Now I can eat and drink too. I'm just in a small package but I hope that eating on my own will help me.
I'm going to take a couple of weeks now and try very hard to heal my lungs and gain some weight. Then I'm going to go back to see my vet so he can fix my mouth like a normal dog. I can't wait!
Love, Brosa
xoxo
Geeze, it's been almost a full year since I wrote my first (and only) post to this blog. I suppose I should really think of something to write, lol!
A couple of fosters have come and gone since last January, and one still remains. I have been dogsitting for friends who have gone away on vacation/holidays (and one still remains until tomorrow).
Dexter, my foster Boston Terrier, is still available for adoption. He requires a VERY EXPERIENCED person to adopt him; one that is familiar with the terrier attitude and with obedience training. Dexter is not for the faint of heart as he will try your patience for weeks, if not months, before he settles some. That said, he has come a long way since he first arrived here September 14, 2008, and will someday, hopefully, make a wonderful addition to a household.
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Happy New Year, every one! Here I am at 5 weeks old and still not taking no for an answer. I'm starting to play with my doggy room mates and my kitty-pillow. For the last few days my milk tasted a bit better - it had meat in it! Today, though, I didn't get the tube! I got to eat my meaty food out of a long tipped syringe. I still needed my palate cleaned but it tasted really good. Mom says it will make me big and strong and I'm really excited because I have big dogs to beat up.
I'm going to go and see my vet in a few days. I hope he is happy with me and I can go on to step #2!
