Freaky Cat

Mom and Dad decided to start Halloween a little early .... so they tried to scare the pancreatitis out of me by bringing home...this poor thing... Freaky Cat.

"Ohh...let's see how Brix will react to Freaky Cat!"
"I bet he's gonna go nuts!"
"Yeah yeah.....wait....don't let him see it yet...."

I think Mom and Dad think I'm stooopid or something.    B-Stud don't get scared of nobody!  When I saw Freaky Cat, I admit, I sniffed a little...just to make sure it wasn't alive.  I even touched Freaky Cat's paw to checks for a pulse.  Nope....it dead all right...and in my way of eating and drinking.

Move aside Freaky Cat, the only one that will be scaring the kids is me!  When that doorbell rings, I am going to scare all the kids away.  Yes...yes....that'll be my plan....see you on Halloween.

B-Stud.

MINE - The Movie

The past couple days I've been resting and not moving around too much because of my pancreatitis.  I haven't been eating as much and I'm bored as hell.  So yesterday Mom and Dad rented a movie and watched it with me.  I would recommend it to everyone!  The movie is call MINE. 

What's it about?

Real simple, it's about my fellow canines in New Orleans during the Katrina evacuation.  Many, many families had to leave their dogs to evacuate the city.  Where the humans were going, dogs were not allowed.  They were not part of the evacuation plan.    So the families left them at home, vowing to return and get them.

Well the problem is, the families were not allowed to return to the city until weeks and possibly months later. Many dogs had fled the house during the hurricane, hid in small spaces or even got trapped.  Dog rescue volunteers took many of these dogs to shelters near by so owner could claim them later.  But the shelters got packed.  In one shelter, there were 3000 dogs.  They had to be shipped to other shelters in a different state. 

The Dilemma 

When the citizens of New Orleans were finally able to return to a city that was destroyed by the hurricane, all they wanted was their furry companion back.  It didn't matter if their house was ruined, they just needed their friend to get thru the tough times but how were they going to do that?  How were they going to find their pet?  Some dogs had already been released to new homes where they had bonded to a new family.  It became a custody battle between original owner and new owner.

Conclusion

I give it two paws way up and recommend it to all pet lovers!  It will really make you stop and think, "...what if that was me?"

B-Stud.

Pancreatitis - A Bad Day

"Don't feed Brix that....he's got a sensitive stomach"
"We only feed him a grainless diet......"
"He can't have those treats because he might vomit...."

The 5 days

Mom and Dad have been really careful of what I eat.  People say I'm really built and got no fat at all.  But for some reason, I got sick....starting 5 days ago.....when all of a sudden I just vomitted probably all my food on the porch where Dad took me.  Dad said it was probably the most food he's seen me vomit.  I vomitted 3 times in less than an hour.

"Great....what did you pick up this time Brix?"  Dad questioned.
"Is he ok?" Uncle Ron asked.
"Don't know yet.  We'll have to fast him again for a day and see if it continues."

The next day, Dad starved me.  I sat pretty in my area, waiting for food, but Dad didn't even make a move for the dog food in the kitchen.  This sucks, I thought.  I feel fine, give me food you human!  The next day Dad feed me a little.  My stomach started to make gurggling sounds.  Hmmm...must be nothing I thought.
The rest of the day I rested.

The next morning, I didn't feel so good, and had to go outside to eat grass.  The stomach gurggles came back.  I fasted for another day.

"Hmmm....something isn't right.  You ok Brix?"
"I'm fine Dad...see....look at me play....and move here....and dart over there....I'm ok."

But alas, I vomitted more food the next day and that's when Dad knew, it was more serious than before.

The Vet

"He sure looks fine, he's young, no bloating, probably just ate something bad...No fever, gums look good, eyes look good....but we need to do blood tests.  And take some antibiotics just in case.....oh and eat this bland diet I'm going to give you."

That night Dad received a message from the Doc.

"Interesting results from the blood test, Brix has a little bit of pancreatitis.  Call me in the morning."

What now?

So I got pancreatitus...what's the big deal?  Dad says, I could die from it....c'mon!  I'm young and invinceable.  Dad says, I'm not....and it might be chronic....and that I'll need to change my diet.... again.
I just turned 3!  I can't have pancreatitus....I'm not even fat!

But Dad says sometimes, it just happens with no reason and the pancreas could eat itself. I will now have to eat a low fat diet.  We were on a 14-16% fat diet which I thought was moderate....but doc says we have to go down to 8-10%.  Dad even had me on prozymes before this. 

Sometimes, even when you think you're doing everything right, bad things occur.  I know Mom and Dad are sad, 'cause I have this condidtion now and the diet is for life...but I will cheer them up....so I eat a low fat diet....I know I won't get fat...hopefully that means I'll live longer.  We'll just see how it goes from now on.  If you guys have any advice, I'd like to hear from you.

Concerned....B-Stud

Trying to get into bed

This weekend was thanksgiving for us here in Canada. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. Dad and Mom never allow me up on the bed but being it was thanksgiving, they let me just this one time. I was so excited 'cause I've never sleep on a "real" bed before.....but as you can see, I had some difficulty.

B-Stud.