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Eye for an Aye or A Pirate’s Life For Me!

Well, I guess am healed enough to get this off my chest. I have come thru the worst trauma of my life.

It all started on day a few months ago when everything was good….all 4 of us were laying around, chewing on sticks and well, doing just about what we always do…laying around…when, this wild gang of roving escapees showed up at our door.

Mom got the brilliant idea to help them find their way back home…there were two of them to be exact (does that qualify as a gang? or maybe a two pack?) there was a big one and the other I call Shortie, looked like someone sawed his legs in half! They were sniffing around the front of our house all morning…Mom was working in the office and very distracted by them so she took me out to pee and see what was going on. They came over friendly enough, we smelled butts, the usual stuff, and then they ran away.

I came in and went back to my bear rug. They came back. Mom brought them into the screen room and read the big one’s tag. She called the vet and they gave her his address. She was in the process of getting a leash to return that one to confinement when the rest of us heard them barking on the other side of our front door.

Well, we all were incensed that these scoundrels were that close to our carefully guarded den and all four of us, Skipper ( my main squeeze and mother of my pups) and Maui and Buoy all started giving them what for by barking, yipping, growling ” Get away from our territory! Can’t you tell we peed here and that means this is our turf?”

We worked ourselves up into such a frenzy, I don’t remember a lot after that….everything is kinda fuzzy like it happened in …s l o w.. m o t i o n… Next thing I remember was Lisa and Mom yelling at us! I mean really yelling very loud. I came to my senses a little and realized I had my son’s muzzle in my mouth…and he was furiously biting my face!   What????  How did this happen? A moment ago it was us against them….not against each other!

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Next thing I know Mom is yelling at Lisa while she is running towards us ” Pick them up! Throw them in the pool!”

What??  I didn’t want to go into the pool!  Buoy my son must have also heard this and I don’t think he wanted to go into the pool either so we both let go of each other at the same time……..That’s when it hit me….Mom started saying “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!”

She put me on the porch table and asked Lisa to look at my eye. She actually asked her if it looked like it was hanging out!


I was still in shock…Mom and Lisa started rushing around, mom put me in my box and was yelling to Lisa to get the keys…they opened the door and the two hoodlums came running into our house. Mom was upset trying to get me to the vet while chasing these two creeps around our house trying to get them out.

Finally, she got them out and we sped to the Mcabee clinic. Mom was trying not to throw up, and I could see with my one good eye that Lisa was visibly upset but trying to make my mom feel ok. She did really good but I knew she was upset too….”It must be real bad”, I thought even though they keep telling me, “you are Ok Pirate, You are ok!

As soon as we hit the vet doors I forgot about my eye, I smelt that familiar vet smell…that’s when I started shaking… Mom kept telling me I was going to be ok but she couldn’t look at me.

Within minutes, they put me in a small room. A guy came out and said “OH!” when he looked at me. He  ran and got the vet right away. I think her name was Dr. Seelhoff or something. She was nice. She did not seem to be upset at all! She was calm and acted like I was normal….at last she wasn’t trying to hold back vomiting like mom was.

She told mom that this stuff happens all the time, and she has seen this many times and knew exactly what to do. She said she would need to rush me back to surgery in order to try to save my eye. She said they would put it back in, sew it shut for a few weeks….

“What???? Sew my eye shut?”

And after about 3/4 weeks she’d take the stitches out and see if I could see…Well, it was tough at first only using one eye. They put this big plastic cone around my head and drugged me for about a week. I was afraid to even take one step, but with Mom and Dad’s help they coaxed me and carried me a lot. Within a week I was soon running everywhere, but couldn’t help notice Mom telling everyone how crooked I was running. I guess because I had to turn my head back and forth to see where I was going with the good eye (Left) it made me look kinda like a snake when I ran,

Oh yea, I remember just before going back to surgery when the doc had me in her left arm, she asked mom what my name was…..Mom told her “ Pirate”….The doc burst out laughing! (I think that was uncalled for considering my condition…nothing to laugh at!) She asked mom,

“No what is his REAL name?”

Mom said. “PIRATE!”

The Doc then quickly apologized saying she thought mom was kidding. Then…Mom started laughing! Can you believe it? Here I am waiting for who knows what and they are laughing!

Anyway, Mom told the doc that it was ok and she appreciated the brief moment of humor over my name being Pirate and having one eye or something I still don’t understand, but I saw mom was feeling a bit better so I guess it was ok.

Several weeks later, they took the stitches out and “Praise God! I could see!” Mom’s and everyone else’s prayers must have worked! (I heard her asking everyone to pray that I would be able to keep my eye and see again)

I have full vision and Mom and Dad said I even look better. They said they can’t even see the scar or anything…Life is good…except…

I miss my son Buoy, ever since this happened, Mom and Dad won’t let us play anymore. One of us always has to be locked up or separated. So we get to see each other through the cage doors…..and don’t tell mom but sometimes whoever is out of the cage lifts his leg and pees on it right through the door…..she would get mad, but that’s is a special ritual we have with each other…….Father son stuff you probably wouldn’t understand……

Life is good, don’t know if we will ever play together ever again, but who cares…I have 2 eyes!

Oh by the way, if anyone reading this can fill me in on something I don’t understand…..There is this joke going around my family…..about my name……They say my name fits and I have true Pirate tendencies…. I sit on shoulders. (that’s where my nickname Parrot Dog comes from) They accuse me of raping Skipper…. pillaging everyone’s bones and toys , and now this one eye thing………Mom said things come in 3’s and from now on I should be ok….then dad throws in this one thing…”PEGLEG!”


Bark for a Bark

Yesterday I awoke to startling loud crazy fierce barking.  As I opened my eyes, I saw the last of my four Yorkies leaping off the bed!  It sounded like Saylor (the baby) was the pack leader this time.  I heard her let out a bark and growl deeper and more threatening than I’d ever heard before.  Concerned about the neighbors, I yelled, “No Bark!”   They just ignored me.  They sounded really upset and the energy was out of control.

I followed them to the living room and looked out the window.  I didn’t notice anyone out there except the back of a guy walking far away around the lake with his 2 dogs.   This is a very dog friendly community.  Since we’ve been here my dogs are used to seeing all kinds of people with their dogs walking around the lake at least 30 times a day.  As they disappeared out of sight, I told the dogs to be quiet and that everything was ok.  However, according to my dogs, there was something terribly wrong…and they were desperately trying to tell me.

I checked out that the doors were locked and corralled the pups back into the bedroom and closed the door.  Saylor kept looking toward the window that faces the back.  The blinds were closed and she is too short to see out anyway but she was beside herself barking toward the yard.

My heart was still pounding from the “wake up” call,  so I climbed back in bed to try to get another hour of sleep.  Soon after all four of my bedmates were curled up in tight sleeping balls.  When I got up the second time, they were very eager to run out of the bedroom and inspect the premises.  They were on high alert again.  I couldn’t figure out what they were thinking.

I put out their food, water, and put leashes on Saylor and Maui.  Out the front door we went toward the street where they did their business.  They both were still highly agitated.  On the way back up the walk, they pulled to go past the front door, so I walked them towards the big open area toward the lake.  Then I saw it!  I saw the source of their agitation and concern.

They started barking in a very menacing tone, suddenly stopped, then cautiously and skittishly approached it.  It was at least four or five times bigger than they were.  It was apparent they were frightened by it but at the same time approached it ready to “kill” in order to protect my life.   At times like this you’ve gotta love tenacious Yorkies!

Saylor was out in front.  As she reached it, I swear I could see her tiny nose calculating a million formulas trying to ascertain what it was.  Maui her mom was right behind her barking at it to stay away from her baby.  It did not move.  Saylor circled to the other side, nose still vibrating at warp speed.  As they both got close enough to touch or bite it they stopped barking.  They smelled, investigated and even checked out underneath.  It passed the safety test.  Phew!  Now there was no more danger, however, as we turned to go back in, they both turned and gave it one last annoyed bark!

I took off the leashes and put them on grandma and grandpa. Skipper and Pirate were much more calm but also curious at the cause of the morning commotion.  As they carefully approached, they quickly became disarmed and Pirate lifted his leg on it in a defiant “Take that!” attitude.  I took a picture to share with my husband and the rest of you.  Here is the big troublemaker.

The pictures above show the huge piece of bark that fell from the 25 foot tall palm tree outside of my bedroom window,


I left off yesterday giving you a little background on Buoy the Service Dog and Nan.  Nan has been working with Buoy since last summer 2011.  He has brought great joy into her life.  He is by her side at all times and usually sleeps on her head, (yes I said head) and licks her forehead and eyes as she falls asleep. Her eyelids of course.  Licking eyeballs would be gross!  It’s like he immediately knew she couldn’t see and he is trying to clear them for her.

As I mentioned in our first blog we were at the Southern Pet Expo in West Palm last Saturday.   Mom called in the afternoon and was concerned that Buoy was injured and in pain.  We were about 4 hours from home and just entered the Expo.  I asked about a million questions:

“What’s wrong?”

“I felt his head, the top of his head feels hot…hotter than usual.”

“Maybe he was just playing in the yard with Ginger and overheated a bit…is he

otherwise ok?”

“No, I feel this large marble size lump on the side of his nose.”

“Mom, could it be something stuck in his beard?  See if it comes out, maybe it’s a

group of those stickem seeds that they pick up sometimes.”

“No, it’s not anything attached, it is under his skin.”

“Do you have him with you right now?”

“Yes, he is on my lap right now.”

“Feel around and tell me is it on top of his nose or on the side of it?”

“It’s on the side of it.  I think he is in pain, he whimpers whenever I touch


“I wish I was closer right now….do you think he might have gotten stung  with

something or bit by a snake?”

“I don’t know, it feels really big…like a big marble.”

“Darn, I wish I was closer.  Let me think of who can look at it.  He may need to

get to the Emergency Vet…Call Erin, she may be home.  Ask her to come take a

look.  If it is an emergency she could take you to the vet.  How is he   now? Is he

eating or drinking?”

“I don’t know if he ate but I could hear him drinking.  He seems ok as long as I

hold him.  He definitely doesn’t like me touching the lump.”

“OK Mom, poor baby, just comfort him and love on him till I can think

of someone to come check on it.  I’m saying a prayer now that it isn’t anything

serious or expensive.”

Buoy was on our mind as we explored the pet expo.  I felt helpless being away and worried that if something happened to Buoy it would crush my mom.  The sound of her voice has so much laughter and happiness since they became a pair.  We prayed through the day for the little dog to be ok..

After the expo and a quick stop by the beach, we met up with my other daughter and her friend in Del Ray Beach for dinner.  I also asked her to pray for Buoy at dinner.  After a great meal on the water, we walked down Atlantic and came across an outdoor Elvis show.

 We went by his show for a few songs when Erin called.  It was very loud and hard to hear her.  I asked about Buoy.  She had just come from Nan’s and told me she didn’t know what was wrong with him.  She said she checked him out and thought maybe he had a problem with his tooth.  She lifted his lip and saw his gum could have been a bit swollen by his tooth.  She said she couldn’t really see anything that looked like an emergency but it probably was his tooth.  She was almost home and didn’t feel confident it was an emergency.

At this point, I was worried out of my mind and assumed he must have a bad abscess.  Poor dog, suffering, I felt so helpless.  I called Mom told her what Erin said.

“Mom, Erin didn’t seem upset but was not sure what it was.  She said she looked

him over and couldn’t really see a lump but lifted his lip and saw  hat part of his

gum stuck out around his tooth.  Maybe that was it.  She said it didn’t look

definitely swollen, you know how things always feel bigger than they actually

look.  But she said she wasn’t a good judge of how it should look.”

“It must be an abscess…and it’s infected.  That’s why his head felt hot.  He has

a fever.  I wonder If I can give him an aspirin?  When will you be back home?”

“Not in time to get him to the vet if this is an emergency…It’s very loud here…Let

me get to the car and call you back.”

It was about 9:15 pm. I called Aloma Jancy Animal Hospital and asked about their emergency hours.  They said they were there till midnight but it was super busy.  I explained the injury the best I could and she told me they would be opened Sunday night from 8pm till 10pm.  She said not to give him aspirin because it could make him bleed and make things worse.  Just keep him comfortable till he could be seen.

By now, my imagination was out of control and I was trying to think of how to get Buoy help immediately.  I called mom back and told her not to give him meds.  Then brainstormed who could come over and take her to the vet at 9:30 on a Saturday night.  Maybe her friend Katie could drive.  I said, “If it’s bad mom, just show up and they will look at him if it is really serious”.   Mom didn’t want to bother her; she had her grandchildren with her that night. I thought about calling my neighbor…then mom thought of her other friend…who also is her groomer.

“Great idea Mom, call her now and call me back!”

“I’ve got good news.  Janine will stop by tomorrow morning at 10 and look it

him.  But she has a 10:30 appointment and is busy.  If he needs a vet, we’ll have

to find someone else to drive us.”

“Great!  I feel a little better.  Since she works with dogs and knows him, I  trust

her judgment.  I will pray tonight that whatever it is healed by tomorrow and

she finds nothing. Call me as soon as you know.”

I did pray throughout the night that Buoy would be ok.  The next morning Mom called.  She was crying.  I misunderstood and thought she was crying.  Crying about poor poor Buoy. She was laughing!

“What’s the matter Mom?  What is it?  Is Janine there?”

“She just left…you are never going to believe this.  It wasn’t his tooth, it’s his


“Oh no!  An abcess in his eye?  Is his eye still there?

            (I will post another story sometime on why I asked this.)

“ Yes, he is OK.  It’s his eye!”

“What’s wrong with his eye?  What happened?  Is he going to the vet?”

“Nothing is wrong with his eye.  She said it was his eye I was feeling…do me a

favor, close your eyes and feel on the side of Saylor’s nose…do her eyes feel like

big marbles sticking out?”

“WHAT?…You were feeling his eyeballs?  You said on the side of his nose.”

“His eyes are on the side of his nose.  He has a tiny nose.”

“Mom, were you feeling by the tip of his nose near his teeth or by the top of his

snout on top of his head?”

“His snout is so tiny I can feel the tip and his head at one time.  Do these dogs

have bulging eyeballs?  I’m not kidding these things feel like those giant marbles!

Tell me what you feel on your dog’s face with your eyes closed.”

“No they don’t have bulging eyeballs but if you press on their eyes compared to

the top of the head and snout, they do feel like they stick out but it doesn’t look

like that.  Mom, feel both sides, do they feel the same size?”

“Yes, two huge marbles sticking out from the side of his nose!  I can’t contain

myself…this is the funniest thing…I have a totally different picture of what these

dogs look like! Hahahahaha! The tears are coming out of my eyes this is so

funny!  I can’t believe I was feeling his eyeballs!”

“Mom, didn’t you think to feel both sides?”

“He felt hot, and I was worried, so I started to feel him all over until I found  the

bulge.  I had no idea you could feel their little eyeballs like that!”

“Oh Mom, no wonder he whimpered and didn’t like you touching there…you

were pushing on his eyeballs!”

At this, my mom started laughing hysterically and couldn’t catch her breath.  I was relieved, and a bit shocked at the same time, but couldn’t resist joining in on her contagious laugh.  In the background as she started laughing, I could also hear Buoy laughing!  He mimics her every sound.  I’ve heard him bark, growl, cry, talk, complain, howl, but this was a first,  now I heard him laughing…laughing at all of us!


Mom is totally blind and has a little service dog.  A Yorkie named Buoy.  He is NOT a Guide dog for the blind but a service dog.   When she is out with him and using her white cane, people … Continue reading

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My first blog is about the Southern Pet Expo last Saturday, March 24, 2012.  I could have gone on and one about what we saw and experienced but thought this little poem said it best.


March 24, 2012

 Copyright 2012 Carol Dougherty All rights reserved

There were dogs being rescued

And hot dogs barbequed

There were puggles puddling &

Mutts muttering.

There were tiny Chihuahuas, Maltese & Yorkies

Brussels, Shihtzus, & even a Porkie!

There were big dogs, Large Poodles, Shepherds

 Afghans, and  Giant Schnauzers.

 Newfoundlands, Great Pyreneesez, even a

Great Dane with a towel for his sneezes!

Vets, first aid, good advice and treats.

Bones, and toys and good food to eat!

Grooming and manis and pedis galore,

Even a bling blingity bling blingy store!

There were discount shots and micro-chipping

A few “accidents” thank goodness no one was slipping!

Dog strollers, on rollers and costumes and more

Everything you’d get for your pet at the store!

Dogs jumping, and bumping and of course humping,

Swimming, and racing and agility training.

 A turtle, some hurdles, artificial turf and some fencing

Collars, leashes, harnesses not to mention…did I say Strollers?

Pet radio side kicks, a few birds, a pet psychic,

Three kissing booths, no ticks but lots of free licks!

There were Beagles and Goldens and a Yorkie named Roxy, a Skipper and Brutus and even a Doxie!

There were costumes  and speakers and raffles  and classes

There were too many to count dogs wearing sun glasses!

There were tall ones and short ones and long ones and bald ones,

Old ones and young ones and spoiled ones by the batches,

Oodles of Doodles you mix’em and match’ems!

There were bundles of Pit Bulls, Staffordshires and Mastiffs, Shorty Rossi, and Hercules and Service Dogs with patches!

There were many that bear resemblance to their owners, A parrot, a cockatoo and Huge bunnies with carrots.

The day was fun, enlightening and grand, but when we were done, stopped at the beach and soothed our feet in the sand!

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