6/11/05---The Canine Mutiny

So its been sort of a "shitty" week at the Bowdren house.  By that I mean, that our new dog....Jazzy Doodle...had come down with some sort of stomach virus//Montezuma's Revenge//Hershey Squirts//Dixie Trots//bowel irregularity//bad case of the "run's".  And it twerent pretty there folks.  It started like late Tuesday, and continuted through today, when we were going to be taking the dogs to the vet's anyway...for their once every couple of month "day spa" treatment where they get bathed, brushed, checked over and under and get their nails clipped.  Its like Jiffy Lube for dogs, only a little pricier.  So naturally, this is the day that Jazz picks to start getting regular.  So the doctor's learned opinion? 

"Uh....she's got an upset stomach."

8 years of college will earn ya the right to hit the diagnosis right on the head.

So she's doing good now, Beezer--our orally fixated dog--has been having a problem with dry skin, so now he has to take some sort of medicine for that....and meanwhile old Midnight just keeps rolling along.  The girl at the vet's who does the dog bath's now knows all the dogs...and when we walk in goes:

"Hey, here come the Bowdren dogs!!"

Makes me a proud parent, ya know?  Anyway, she tells us this story about how the dogs, since they come to this place on such a regular basis for a bath....and since they know the routine.....that when she brings Midnight in the room, she says:

"Okay Midnight....you know the drill."

And she swears that he walks over to the scale, sits himself down to get weighed and then walks over to the little rampway that leads to the tub where they get washed.  My Bubba is the world's smartest dog.

Later,
Jeff....proud papa of "The Bowdren dogs".