So if you're not an avid reader of the blog (which would include everyone but my mama, my mama-in-law and my step-mama - oh how I hate that term, another post for a another day)...
Back to the case at hand. What was this blog post going to be about? Oh yeah, that's right. The only thing I've had my mind on lately, puppies! If you haven't read from my previous posts (don't feel bad if you haven't, but start, I can be mildly entertaining :) we met a puppy mama and daddy, and decided we were going to adopt from their brood.
Said 'brood' was born on April 10, 2012 outside of Conway, AR to Minnie and Moose. Yesterday, Tay and I make the trek to Conway (our 2nd trip) to meet the passel of puppies. They are all still pretty small, considering they grow into absolute giants, but have already been seen by their local vet and given a clean bill of health. Hooray!
I've had a past experience where my first mastiff, Dudley, aka Dudster, Duds, DudDud, or Dog Dog was diagnosed with an immune deficiency (was even allergic to his flea medicine) and had to be put down. Worst day ever. My brothers - you know the guys in your life you can count on for anything- well, they both showed their true colors that day. Turns out, my brothers were sissies!!! (Sorry boys, you know I don't mean that). Dudley had been receiving treatment "at camp" at Mississippi State University for about a month, where vets and vet students alike were working on him constantly, trying to decipher what exactly was wrong and how exactly to treat it. What we learned was that there was no cure :( Similar to human AIDS. We brought the Dudster home, we gave him a few more GREAT months, but then he took a turn that we all knew he wouldn't bounce back from. I called the vet and they made a house call. Me and Dudley and the vet sat in the front yard, and I loved on him (and I mean LOVED) on him like crazy while they administered the lethal meds. Ole Duds went to sleep. So simple :( Yet still so sad. (Are there tears on your computer? There are on mine)
(Mind you, my 'sissy' brothers ran off)
Wow, what a depressing sob story! So sorry. Back to the new pup. The new pup, who we've decided to name Norm (my daddy hates dogs - I know, I know - and we ran names past him...the only name he liked was Norm, so we thought if we can get a non animal lover to love the name, step 1!)
Norm is an English Mastiff, just like my previous Dudster and Moses. Oh how I love me some Mastiff sugar. If you've never experienced it, feel free to stop by the house sometime. Norm is one week old and will be coming to us in approximately 7 weeks.
We honestly couldn't be more excited about the little fella!
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| Tater and Norm - looks like they like each other! |
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| All of Norm's siblings |
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| Norm's sister; sleeping like a champ! |
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