And Now, Your Sport(s) Update

In today's report ... Sport plays soccer!

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Sorry to be MIA for a while. It's a long weekend here in Canada, and I've been out enjoying the sun that was finally returned to us. On Saturday we had an agility trial, and it was cold, windy and raining right until we packed up to leave. Then the sun came out and has not left since.

But back to Sport ... Sport's not *actually* playing soccer. He is doing pretty well, but he's not THAT good!

Being a good little worker bee, I did as instructed and bathed Sport in an oatmeal & aloe bath regularly. The problem was, he stunk worse after a bath than before it, and he also would scratch and scratch and scratch himself raw. He scratched all the skin off his neck, right up to his cheeks, and chewed all the hair off the inside of his flanks. His skin was all moist and yecchy where he scratched and licked, and smelled even worse.

Poor Sporty.

So I marched Mr. Sporticus back to the vet in frustration. Terry looked him over and said "Food Lady, no old dog deserves to die without having tried steroids." So we did a skin scraping for mange (negative) and a blood test for diabetes (also negative) and started Sport on a course of prednisone. Ironically, I threw out Briggs' pred about a week before Sport arrived, reasoning that it was doing me no good sitting in the cupboard. Yeesh.

Within 48 hours, Sport had stopped scratching completely (miracle drug). He still smells yucky, but I think this time a bath will actually cure that problem.

His appetite has also joined the family, although at the moment he still only wants to eat ground beef. We are working on introducing some other meats slowly.

Now Sport looks like a skinny dog, rather than one I'm trying to kill through starvation. My finger tips no longer touch when I circle his waist with my hands. This is good!

In other news; this just in ...Tweed is weird.

Playing an innocent game of Fetch today turned out to be a challenge, as our games were intercepted by the Notorious B.E.L.L.A. Bella is a Golden we do not know, but one who was obsessed with Piper's ball.

Bella was VERY insistent that I give the ball to her, and was not shy about speaking her mind:

The "Bella Barks" Series

Normally, dogs who steal our balls really annoy The Food Lady, but Bella was pretty cute. Also, Bella came with her own pick-up game of soccer - a nice young man and young lady.

Woo enthusiastically handed the nice young man his ass in the soccer game.


While Woo was off romping with the boys, Sporty was wooing the ladies.

Breaking news: Piper has a really long tongue

It was otherwise just another afternoon at the beach. I got bored, so I created a new being that has the front end of Piper and the back end of Mr. Woo. I like to call it

A WOOPI (tm)!

I also checked in on the baby gulls on the roof next door. They are much bigger now and running around. Their feet are gianormous.

Then I wrapped up the weekend with a bicycle ride up the evil Causeway in Stanley Park, and then around the park on the road. I really do live in such a lovely place:


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