OK... I'm getting flack from 'the others'. Seems I didn't post THEIR Halloween pictures fast enough. Jeeeeze Louise. Here I am, giving them prime time exposure, and they aren't happy!

This is Roxie. She wanted to be a flying ghostie this year. She thought she could really move around in that outfit! Well, she was right, but she was easily seen since it was white.

Mom Quincy in her cheerleader outfit. She decided not to wear the blonde wig this year. GO BENGALS! Hey, maybe the Bengals will put her on the squad and I'll get to go down to the field.... hmmmmmmm Good idea, Mike Brown, right????

Hessie as the cow! She didn't mind this outfit until Mom put the hood up. It went over her eyes and she couldn't see. That's when we all started yelling 'Hamburger for dinner!" Hessie was not amused!

OK... I've done my job, fulfilled my promise. Happy guys?????

We're gonna party like it's my birthday!

Today's my birthday! Oh yeah.... I'm gonna party like I'm TWO years old! Uh huh, I made it to my second birthday! Take THAT you silly, misguided but nice doctors!!!!!

This is me when I was a mere 3 hours old. It was taken TWO YEARS ago today! Mom is a lousy photographer, but I sure look cute anyway!


And this is my posse... or litter mates.... or siblings.... or bestest friends EVER!
From the left.... That is Moochie whose name is now Barney. He lives about 20 miles away in his forever home with the nicest man ever who needed his own bestest friend. Then there is Roxie. She is the one Mom TRIES to show, but she is too skinny and Mom is too inept. Mom thinks she will make a good Obedience dog. The chick in the middle is little Quincy. She lives way up in Dayton. Mom is going to go watch an agility trial that she is in. Then there is Hessie. She is the one who protects all of us from strangers. She is the smallest but the feistiest. And last, to the far right, is ME. The Rebel! You might see a wee bit of color on our backs. That's how Mom told us apart when she weighed us. I was Mr Red before I was Rebel.

Ya know, it just feels really, REALLY good to get this birthday out of the way. Mom can stop obsessing over it. But, if I know Mom, she won't stop thanking the Higher Power for keeping me safe and healthy.... and she won't stop petting and kissing me! That's OK.... I kinda like all the smooches :)

Oh, it is also Roxie's and Hessie's birthday, too.... but whoooooo hoooooooooo... I'm TWO!

Halloween

Halloween, what fun! We all dressed up this year and went to a couple of houses in our Halloween garbs.


Hessie was a cow. Next year, Mom says Hessie will be a pig 'cause she squeals like one! Roxie was a ghost. Mom didn't like that costume but it was too late to change. Mom Quincy was a Bengal cheerleader. And me???? I was Robin Hood! I was one fine looking dude!

I'll add pictures of my posse in other posts.

My birthday is in TWO days! YAY!!!!!! I wonder how we will celebrate!

Last one 'about me'

OK.. this is the last post about me and my medical problems....

So, Mom has to give me three medicines three times a day.

One is some lactoluce stuff. It's a syrup. It's rather tasty! But it makes my stool soft so I won't be straining. I get this three times a day, about 8 hours apart.

Then there is some other syrup, neo-something. This is mildly expensive and has to be in the refrigerator all the time. I get this the same time I get the lacto stuff. This stuff, though, tastes really REALLY yucky! Ewwwwwww

Then there is a pill I take. Don't know what this is, but I take 1/4 tablet in the morning and another 1/4 at night. Mom wraps it in cheese. I've been known to eat the cheese and spit the pill out :) This pill is to help control the sludge in my gall bladder.

I also have to eat a special food, Hill's L/D. It is low in protein, which is good since my liver isn't working up to snuff.

I also get dog biscuits whenever I look cute, so you KNOW I get a lot of those :)

Mom is scared about me getting infections and such, so I stay mainly at home. I did get to sneak out to a dog show once, but that is only because it was close to home and my sister wasn't showing. Mom figured we wouldn't stay long, just go to support our friends.

All in all, I'm doing pretty darn good thus far! In fact, considering my second birthday is next week, I think I'm doing magnificently well!

More about me

OK... more of my story....

So, when I was about 3 months old, Mom started noticing something strange about me. She thought maybe I was just... slow. A 'special' dog. I just didn't keep up with the girls at all. They would run and I would sleep.

Then, one night, I started walking the perimeter of the room. Just walking around against the walls and/or couch. I would stop, lie down, but within 30 seconds I'd be up walking again. Mom and Dad watched me for about an hour doing this. Mom does recall that the night before I had a difficult time finding a comfy spot to sleep, but I did finally get to sleep. But it didn't look like I was going to get any sleep the night I walked the walls. Then, I started walking into things. I was blind!

Mom took me to the doggie ER... they are so nice there... and they said my ammonia levels were way high. After tests and more tests, the nice doctors at the ER thought I had a liver problem. But liver problems in Bostons are rare, they said. HA! The only way they could definitely know what they were dealing with was to open me up, and so they did!..

Bad news. I have a liver shunt. Now, that is rare in Bostons, so they told Mom... but in small dogs the shunts are generally on the outside of the liver and fixable. Not so with me. I had the rare inside the liver shunt. Not fixable. To make matters even worse, there is an aneurysm on the shunt in my liver. That could burst any time and that would be that. The docs can do nothing about this aneurysn, It is still there.

The first prognosis was five years. That was before my gall bladder became infected right after my first birthday and they discovered my liver was not growing at all. Now the prognosis is that I will not see my second birthday (which is next month) but I'm defying all their predictions. I'm doing very well now, thankyouverymuch!

I don't know how to get the picture to the bottom of the post, but if I knew, here would be where the picture goes :) I'm the one whispering in my sister's ear, but that was when I was a mere 2 months old.

Me

Hi!

I'm new at this so please bare with me. This is kinda like going to a shrink, I guess.

I'm a Boston Terrier.... you know, the cute little black and white dog who looks like he was shoved into a wall and ended up with a squashed up nose. I was born in November... November 7, 2006. I was one out of a little of five. I was supposed to go to a real nice family in Kentucky to live, but a lucky thing happened, my Vet found a teeny heart murmur and the family decided not to take me. WHEW! That meant I could stay home with Mom Quincy who gave birth to me, my sisters Hessie and Roxie, and Mom. This is where I'm the happiest.

Rebs