Black Dog Diaries

Roof, roof.

Seriously, folks.

It’s a dog blog, and that is a classic dog joke.

Leslie here.

This is Deuce’s new tooth.  We have been working toward this day for a while now.

Deuce had to visit the dog tooth doctor three times, each time going under general anesthetic:  first time to do his pulp removal,  second time to shape his tooth and get the cap form made,  third time to have the stainless steel cap fixed into place.

He was beginning to get the hang of where he was headed by the second trip in the truck, despite the time in between visits.

He had his final visit yesterday, and is well recovered from it after spending the majority of the day sleeping, and then having his picture taken.

He appears to think he looks quite dashing with a special glint to his smile.

I think he looks like a very handsome Deuce!

Glad to have all this behind us!

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Leslie

Deuce here.

Mom decided to make my very own Flickr Mosaic. I think it is almost as handsome as I am!

Here is what to do if you would like to create your own mosaic:

•  Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
•  Using only the first page, pick an image.
•  Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?

11. One word to describe you.

12. Your flickr name.

My answers are:      

1. Deuce   2. dog food  3. dog park school   4. bunny color  5. Lassie         6.water from the hose    7.  sheep herding in Scotland    8. cookies                      9. agility champ    10. socks     11. cute           12. Deuce the Cute

These are the links to the Flickr photos in my mosaic. Many thanks to the photographers who allowed their photos to be used in this meme. I feel honored to have my Mosaic formed from their amazing photographic work. I stronly urge all my visitors to snoop around on these Flickr links, and discover the immense treasure hidden there!

1. 1932 Ford “Lil’ Deuce Coupe”, 2. Dog Food Kaleidoscope, 3. zowie greeting dogs at dog park, 4. Bunny rabbit, 5. Kansas Kollie 10, 6. Picture 101, 7. Sheep May Safely Graze, 8. Q: Is This Dog Cute or What?, 9. TD-Trial-Nov-3-4-060, 10. Rag Thief, 11. Jess, our border collie puppy, 12. puppy yawn - 3 week old Deuce(nka Oliver) has been adopted
 

Leslie Here.

Deuce and I were sitting in the front yard.  He was watching the neighbors have a garage sale.  I was watching him watching them.  I took closeups of his eyes and his paws.  They make good artists reference photos.

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Leslie

This is Keely.  She pretends that she doesn’t like me.  But she does.  Because I’m so darned cute.

Keely likes anything with wheels.  When she sees wheels, she acts just like a wheel and goes in circles.

I like Keely. I don’t pretend that I like her, I just do.  Because she’s so darned cute.

paws,

Deuce

Hi everybody! Deuce here, on the Black Dog Diaries!

I am having a problem with Mom.  For some reason, after all this time I’ve taken training her, she has decided that I am not allowed to lunge after bunnies when we take our walks !  She said something about me “pulling her arm out of the sock something”, but I do not see that she has an arm sock, or whatever it is she doesn’t want me to do.

So I have decided that from now on, when we take walks, I’ll do what she wants, but then I am  not going to look at her  for the duration.

I heard that guy on TV say “no eye contact, no talking”, so that is what I am going to do to her… until we get home… and she tells me I am such a  good boy  for not lunging at bunnies… and she has that yummy dinner ready for me… and… and a cookie, too?? 

 Mom!  You’re the greatest!  I am  a good boy, aren’t I?

Paws,

Deuce

Leslie here, with a much needed update to the Black Dog Diaries.

Deuce had a good checkup at the dentist’s, and is scheduled to have his tooth cap put on in early June. I will report the results and post some pictures after the fact.

Deuce remains totally rambunctious, and full of mischief, but what else is new? He howls when sirens go by, and tries to outdo the local pack of coyotes when they get to “singing”.  He helps me fold laundry, and accompanies me from room to room, all day, just in case I might have something he would like to eat. I haven’t lost any shoes to his chewing lately, but then again, I have learned a new trick called “don’t leave your shoes where Deuce can get them.”

Deuce is growing up.   He will be two years old sometime around the end of August.  It is a ‘guesstimate’ for his age, but I think it’s about right.  He still has lots of ‘puppy’ in him, and I don’t think that will ever go away. It’s his personality. But I can see him paying attention better to what I say, and I see him finding that trying to be obedient is to his advantage.  He is a good boy.

I’ll make sure to post as soon as this tooth thing is behind us. For right now, we are just trying to stay ahead of the hot weather by walking very early in the AM, and hanging around in the house for the rest of the day. Really boring stuff.

Oh… and singing with  the coyotes!

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Leslie

Leslie here.

Now that the “scary” part is over, I will post about Deuce’s trip to the dentist.

About two weeks ago, I noticed a grey color to Deuce’s lower canine.

Because he is such a “chewer of things” I thought nothing other than it was a staining from some stick he had been gnawing on.  The next day, the grey color remained, and the other lower canine did not have that appearance.

After a trip to the vet, it was determined that Deuce had pulpitis from some form of trauma to his tooth.

My husband and I wracked our brains trying to determine when a trauma might have occurred, but almost every activity Deuce partakes in could have been culprit.

“I wonder if it’s the rocks he chews?” was our best guess.  Deuce picks up the round-ish river rock in our rainwater runoff drains, and flings them in the air.  He also dives into the piles of rocks in an attempt  to capture lizards… his favorite thing in all the world.  Well, except maybe dinner.

Deuce went under anesthetic, and had his tooth pulp removed.  He has been taking antibiotics all week, inside small hunks of cheese.  He thinks he’s extra special to be getting cheese. Well, Extra Extra special, in this case.

 He has his follow up visit this Friday. I expect good news that all is well.  In a few months we get to decide on a material for his tooth cap.  Stainless steel seems the most durable, but we are undecided on the aesthetics of that choice. 

We have been being silly, and have talked about a little cat shaped inlay in the tooth cap.  Like I said, being silly.

I think Deuce would prefer a lizard shaped inlay…

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Leslie

Help! Help!  I am being held captive behind this wall!!

Oh, hi, Mom.   Hey! Nice camera! 

Want me to pose for you?  Put the pictures on the Black Dog Diaries?

How’s this?  Do I look cute? 

Will it make somebody come to rescue me, please?

I have been here all morning. First I had a walk, then breakfast, and now I’m being held captive… in this yard!!! 

Help!  Help!  Help!  Help!   …Help!

Help.  Bark… bark, bark!

Hi, Mom. 

Nope, I’m not barking, I swear.

Mom was hanging some clothes outside the other day, and she was using her rope clothesline.  Boy, did it ever remind me of my long ago, last months rope toy that I unravelled.

I sure miss that rope toy.

 Mom, in her infinite wisdom, when she finds me attached to the other end of the clothesline as she attempts to take it in the house, realizes,  I need a new rope toy!

Voila!

She goes to the dog toyfood store, and gets me one!  And food, too!

Love you, Mom!

paws,

Deuce