Snip, Snip! (Diesel)

You may recall my pneumonia post a little bit ago, in which I announced to the world about my little "condition"... a prolapsed urethra. What is that, you might ask? The internet defines it as
"prolapse of the mucosal lining of the distal portion of the urethra through the external urethral orifice occuring primarily in young male dogs. Although this disorder has been encountered in several different breeds, it occurs primarily in young English Bulldogs and Boston Terriers." Or, as my vet so lovingly called it- it was a "jingle bell" on the end of my wee-wee. Whatever it was, it's gone now! I had to spend the whole day at the vet yesterday and I don't remember any of it, but I did come home with this giant cone on my head! Mom took some photos before she took it off (it's to prevent me from licking, but let's face it, I can't reach my wee-wee!):

The Great Wall (Lola)

Okay, okay, so it's been a while since we blogged, and we are well aware that all of our readers out there may think it's just because we're dogs and we don't have much going on. Oh, if only that were true!!! LONG story short: Around the new year, the two of us started fighting and I mean FIGHTING. It escalated to several times a day, blood was being drawn on our faces, Mom and Dad pulling us apart and everyone being all around tense all the time. Not good. After a few days, they erected The Great Wall, dividing the bottom level of our house in two to keep us apart: Meanwhile, Mom contacted a dog behaviorist to help get to the bottom of it and fix our issues if possible- that's how bad it got. So, Nancy Williams came to our house a week ago and gave Mom and Dad a bunch of tips on controlling little man Diesel and myself and regaining control of the house. Unfortunately, I was a complete wreck and tried to attack poor Nancy, which is clearly not normal behavior, but hey, I'm a dog and can't use my words... She suggested I get a check up, so I off I went to the vet last week for an exhausting day of tests and XRays, after which I was deemed "an orthopedic nightmare"- I won't get into the specifics of my issues, but basically I am in pain, and this is why I am not very tolerant of my boisterous baby brother and his antics and one of the big reasons we're not getting along too well... can you blame me?! Now I am on some fantastic narcotics and am practically a puppy again- the smile is back on my face for now and the house is growing more peaceful by the day...

Here's another small change that I think is funny... Since Diesel is so energetic and nutso about food, Nancy suggested he eat his meals from the Tug-A-Jug (you may recall we got them for Christmas) so that it makes eating a fun game and takes a longer time for him to eat. Here's a video Mom took of Diesel eating dinner tonight. I have to admit it's pretty cute to watch him get one or two little pieces of kibble at a time and then suck them up like a little vacuum cleaner!