Bryson decides it's time for him to test how deep our love for him really is.
First off, one of the ticks that we somehow missed in our cleaning mission last week had made herself comfortable feasting at the Bryson Diner (located conveniently at Front & Left Armpit).
Not only did she dined for free, she also invited about a million of her bacteria friends to join her, causing a huge, red, swollen mess in Bryson's armpit. I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling of horror and guilt at the sight of the engorged tick and the raging infection. With surgical precision we removed the tick and here's the result (it's a little larger than the tip of a cotton swab):
Looks like some new-agey drink with a bug in the bottom
The vet prescribed some antibiotics and did some blood test (since he was vomiting the other day). Just to test us a little bit more, the blood test turned up with some minor kidney function abnormality (elevated BUN), which eventually turned out to be just dehydration due to the vomiting. But in this day and age of endless pet food recalls and related death from kidney failure, that was enough to put a knot in our stomach.
Fortunately, he has recovered nicely from the tick-related infection under our TLC. And since he is now under the protection of K9 Advantix, we decided to visit Sibley Regional Park again today. Now if only there's a medication that will protect your dog against cow pie... Yeap, Bryson did the unthinkable (and inevitable) today- he dived into a humongous pile of cow dung and rolled like there's no tomorrow (Ugghhhhh!!).
Anyway, we'll spare you the graphic details (which will be at least R-related), suffice to say that once he started rolling in that juicy cow pie, not even the biggest chunk of his favorite treat could lure him away. We could only stand there and watch in shock and awe. When he finally decided he had smeared enough bovine cologne on himself, he beamed up at us with such joy and pride in that chocolate-covered face, challenging us to raise even one little finger at him ("Mommy, like my new cologne? I found this myself! Kinda musky... :>")
Clean up was long and arduous, as you can imagine. All credit goes to daddy, who had to miss the first period of the Shark's 1st play-off game of the season (a very big deal). Seriously, the sacrifice you'll make and the shit (literally) you'll put up with with your pet...
Meanwhile Bryson is smirking in his sleep (in his shit-free house)- he's either happy that he has witnessed true love from us today, or he's reminescing those delicious cow pies (btw, we aren't going back to Sibley again anytime soon).
