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Chihuahuas are vicious.






VERY vicious.






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A Year Ago: You're Playing Those Mind Games...

Spaying The Day Away

Carmela's spay surgery had a little glitch.

During her surgery, the vet discovered that Carmela had pyometra (in the beginning stages). Pyometra is an infection of the uterus. Her uterus was filled with pus and swelled up. Had I waited any longer to spay her, we would have been in the land of trouble. Perhaps she was meant to cross my path to avoid this fate. Regardless, it's taken care of and now she's home recovering.

I constantly encourage people to spay/neuter their pets and this is another good reason to do so.

Silly me...I was going to wait a few more months to schedule her spay appointment. But something kept nagging me to just get it over with and take her in. I'm glad I followed that nagging feeling because otherwise, I would have had a very, very sick Chihuahua on my hands. Or none at all. :(

Recovery was a little rough on her. Anesthesia is never easy for dogs, but is was especially hard for this 3 pound ball of spunkiness.

She was very cold and in a lot of pain. She promptly burrowed herself in her multitude of blankies and spent the rest of the night sleeping.

For the most part....until....

"Sniff....sniff...."







"Is that dinner I smell?"

Apparently, not sleepy enough to miss dinner. She promptly unburrowed herself from her blaknies and ran to the kitchen when she heard Ryan preparing the other dogs' dinner. Too bad she was not allowed to have anything until the next morning.

But now, we are in safe territory. She's on antibiotics and her stitches come out this week. But don't worry...this little bump in the road didn't prevent her from bossing the boys around. She may have missed a day, but she's back on track. ;-)

Bedhead

The Mafiosos all have morning personalities.

The Pugs are those two happy morning assholes you love to hate. If they were human, they'd be the two guys in the office who would greet you with "Gooooooooood Morning! Gorgeous day we're having! And how was your weekend?" while you're rubbing your eyes and the weekend's tequila out of your skin. They burst out of their crates like rockets and are all ready to start the day.


Bruno and Carmela are total opposites. They don't come out of their crates immediately. They linger for about fifteen minutes. They are still half asleep, silently cursing the pugs to go drink a cup of shut the eff up. Bruno finally gets out of his crate whenever he hears me grab the food bowls. Now there's a dog that conserves energy. Why leave the comfort of your warm crate just to shiver in the cold until Mom decides to prepare your food? It's best to wait until you hear it's actually ready to finally leave your comfort.

Carmela is a little different in this aspect. She could actually give two furry rats if breakfast is ready. She would skip it just to stay warm in her crate. Every morning, I have to and get her out of her crate. She burrows herself in a blanket and sometimes it's impossible to find her.

"Yawwwwwwwwwwwwn."

"WTF do you want?"

Since I've disclosed The Canine Mafia's morning personalities, it's only fair that I tell you mine. I'm not a morning person. You risk getting your head bit off if you try to talk to me before 9 AM. Part of the reason is I wake up every single day to this at exactly 5:06 AM...

"Wake uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
Feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed Me.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow."

A Year Ago Today: Nom Nom Nom . . .