Below is one option. Needless to say, we figured it wasn't gonna work out.
"Am I just stoned, or did you fruitcakes just seriously put shorts on me?"
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What's up with this blog?
For those of you that I don't personally tell about this blog and just might stumble across it, let me explain what this is about.
It's not just about my undying affection for two of the most insane canines I have ever had the chance to own, it's about the path of joys and heartache that comes with owning them.
Both of our girls are the same age, both have serious illnesses.
Caya, our german shepherd, will survive hers with proper treatment. Tika, our malamute, unfortunately, will not, we are just making her life the most enjoyable and comfortable for her as we can, as long as we can.
If you are a owner, or know somebody who is, of a dog with EPI or bone cancer, you might be interested in my girls' tale.
I'm doing my best to categorize so you can read what most interests you.
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2008
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December
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- Merry Christmas
- The news comes in
- Mom, Mom, Look at me, Look at me
- Dad’s 40th birthday, a bit on the solemn side. We...
- Things are going well, we made it through the nigh...
- No more broth, just boiled chicken. I’ve just been...
- You gotta be kidding
- We woke up to a good day. I’ve been spending the n...
- We kept Tika in her pen, but let her have the coll...
- Tika comes home
- The visit
- The day of surgery
- The night before
- First diagnosis in
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December
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