towering cootieferno :)

uh, exsqueeze me.  all panty mc panty pants stand way over there, remember?? sheesh! 

baxter and duk duk’s last stand :)

well, basically until she goes home i guess. i mean, u saw what happened upstairs. a wolf leaves his third favorite bed for a minute and her fluffy butt yoinks it. instant cootieoactive waste site. me and duk duk probably will not be able to use that bed for another eleventy zillion years.  so, yeppies, if u could move my meal and water station over here, and if u would also put some poopie pads nearby,  i stink i mean think we will be good to go. :) 

it happened

see? what!?! mom, how can u not see it??

well, how bout now?  what?? i mean seriously.  okay, wait, maybe i just need to turn away from the light so u can see the reflection better. hang on a sec..

okay, now???  see? i toldjoo. it was like i was standing under niagara falls. only worse bc, u know, cooties. 

this is why me and duk duk have rules, mom.  to prevent these kinds of drooly disasters. now may i please tell, i mean ask her to please stand over there where she belongs? 

just another panty monday

hee hee, yessiree there’s nothing like being in bed with on a monday morning during summer vacation, right, mom? nothing 2 do, nowhere 2 go, nobuddy to bother u..(sniff sniff) hey, why does it suddenly smell like day old fish poopie sundae with fermented cheesy rinds and crunchy toastchee topping? that’s not even on me and duk duk’s menu until fri-

aw great…

(to be continued)

daytime in the garden of small and delicious (a tiny single jingle by baxter and duk duk)

hee hee, tiny tomato farm! 

tiny tomato farm! 

they may be nutritious, 

but they’re really delicious,

it’s our tiny tomato farm!

(guarded by ferocious wolf and falcon) :)

speak now or forever hold your pee :)

mom?

mom?



mom! 



mom, i know u said not 2 interrupt u so u could finish sewing these two rugs together so i do not go all slippy slidey in the foyer but  ..



dontchoo think it might be better if, well, instead of all these pretty rugs.. well why not just cover the foyer with grass? so that, u know, a ferocious wolf could pee on it, too?  :)  

happy independence day :)

well, i was stinking i mean thinking that i would just watch tv with duk duk and lie in bed like this all day. because well, by definition, besides all the historical aspects and fireworks and stuff, independence day is really the day where nobuddy should depend on u for anything. total independence.  no chores, just snores. :) 

wide load :)

mooooom? do u think we can finally make my ramp wide enough for my pedal car? 

the corn has eyes :)

mom, anytime u r ready for help with that, i am just a nibble away. :) 

 

ergo :)

well, what if i only put one ferocious paw forward, like this? because i stink, i mean think that i would still be listening because even though i am technically moving, i have not really moved from my spot. ergo, i am still staying, just like u asked me to. only this way a wolf would be readier to, u know, not stay. for when u say okay :) 

heat day :)

mom, i have pretty much tried everything now and i still think this ferocious wolf would feel cooler if he had some watermelon… or a frosty cone… or both, really. :) 

last night in the garden of snackies and smellies :)

hee hee, um, mom, i know u just finished doing my ferocious nails, but u might want to keep your mask on a little while longer. and maybe get ready to catch dad in case he passes out because if u know what i know we know, well, let’s just say it’s gonna be a doozy  :) 

instead :)

well, how about maybe i dig u eleventybazillion holes instead? that way, my nails would be shorter and u can plant tons of stuff. and maybe make some of them into bunny booby traps. :) 

sleepy time :)

be vewy quiet :)

tgi ferocious disco friday lineup :)

hee hee, mom, try not 2 b 2 afraid :) 

see a ess ess :)

hee hee o an open window!! time 2 smell the world and see what has been happening this morning!!)

(sniff sniff… sniff sniff… kersnoot!) 

ew, mom, may we please close the windows? i smell disaster. u know, the kind spell see a ess ess eye eee nopies! 

trebuchet beats anvil

mom, that is really ridiculous. everybuddy knows a wolf would win any day over a coyote. no only do we have better skillz but we have better equipment. :) 

however

mom, what do u mean if i am feeling well enough 2 goto the candy store then i can goto school? the candy store is for eating and school is for thinking. and besides, duk duk ate all our gummy worms while i was spinny spinny and if i am going 2 have 2 pee again for the tushie man next week, then i may as well try 2 eat enough gummy worms to make my pee blurple,  dontchoo stink i mean think? :) 

tiny chumley has been running around happy as a little wolf this week, his tummy full of canned wet food instead of the dry kibble he has chosen mostly to ptoo, his little eyes bright and focused, and his long nails wolfier than they have ever been. 

However, as one might expect for a little boy his age, his blood work and urinalysis have told us that that are not out of the woods of worry yet, that we have more testing to do.  

Were I my younger self, I would be furiously googling every aspect of the situation at hand, mired in the muck of what ifs and maybes, and living in stressed out world of my own making. Oblivious to the moments of now. But if anything life with mister happy go lucky has taught me, it’s that life is more about the fun. Until it is not. And then you find a way to make it fun again.  I am not sure what we will be doing this weekend, but so long as there is a twinkle in tiny chumley’s eye, I am sure that whatever we will be doing, will be fun. :) 

picky hungry happy boy

tiny chumley keeps walking and feeling better every day,  but as the tushie man noted, there are a few anomalies from his exam that make baxter’s diagnosis less than clear cut, some things that i would like to see subside,  that the blood and urine work taken on wednesday may explain, or may not. time will tell, and as we wait,  please don’t be alarmed if we post with less frequency, or respond with less timeliness, in these next few weeks. some days even social media isn’t an escape, and it’s all about enjoying the real world as best we can.  have a good weekend, friends, and thanks for all the love and prayers ❤️ 

three days of the spinny

It’s been a rough few days for tiny chumley in the real world. Suddenly on Friday afternoon his world became spinny, his shorty legs unsteady underneath him, his eyes uncontrollably darting back and forth, his head turned and tilted, his little mouth drooly and his tummy so unhappy with his situation that it emptied its contents.  Luckily, there was no pain, no incontinence, no numbness or paralysis, no lingering nausea, nothing to strongly suggest that anything other than patiently comforting, waiting, and indulging his wildest food desires would be the best course for the weekend.  Tiny chumley’s symptoms were fairly consistent with idiopathic vestibular disease, or as it is called in more recognizable terms, old dog vertigo.  A sudden, lingering spell of crazy scary looking and feeling dizziness that can happen to an old dog for reasons nobody knows. At least not yet. A condition that often shows marked improvement after 72 hours. 

And just like clockwork, on Monday, he began to improve, his eye darting significantly slowed, and his world a little less spinny. Yesterday, he ventured off his bed more times that we probably would have liked, making his way over to us like a sailor in rough seas, ever hopeful to encounter a delicious fallen morsel of food.   

There are still some loose ends to tie up, a visit from his regular tushie man that we hope to have in the next day or so, actually managing the balance of baxter’s physical recovery, whatever that may look like, and, having been reminded once again that meals are more delicious with birthday meat cake, dealing with a voracious but stubborn little wolf who will be snubbing his plain ol kibble and lobbying for his dizzy dinner mix. As I get my keys to drive to the pet food store to buy more canned meat for little wolves, something tells me he has already won that battle. :)