Well, almost. I have 3 dogs. Delmer, Bailey and Dweezil. Delmer is a 5 year old husky-shepherd mix with a skin problem, don't know what it is. A few months ago he ran off into the woods, came back dirty and out of breath but at least not smelling like a skunk and after a bath, all was well. A few days later, I noticed a few scabs above his eye, on his nose and under his chin. I think he got into a fight with a racoon or something and it was hanging on his face. I'm not kidding. That's what the marks looked like. Anyway, he started scratching several days later. All over. His belly, his ears, his chest, his legs. The scabs on his face were itchy first, then it advanced to everywhere. I took him to the vet, she put him on an antibiotic. That didn't work. Then she put him on 2 weeks of medicated shampoo. I had to bath a 75lb dog 2 times a week for 2 weeks. In the tub,not outside, because it was too cold. That didn't work. I bought medicated itch spray, he's scared to death of the spray bottle. (Might have something to do with this technique used when he was being bad as a puppy). He looks depressed. He doesn't go outside like he used to. He lays around and scratches. Anytime there's a scab forming, he ends up scratching it off and then he's bleeding again. What is it?
Then there's Bailey. She's a 1 year old ?? lab, retriever, terrier? We haven't quite figured it out. My husband calls her Hog Dog because of her pink nose and because she eats ANYTHING, sometimes gross stuff. We shaved her because her hair was so long and it was everywhere. Now she looks quite spiffy, like a golden lab. Before we shaved her, she looked like Valcor on "Neverending Story'.
She's not right. Anytime you scold her, she smiles at you. It's hilarious. So after she chews up the cough cushion for the 5th time in a week and you use another roll of black electrical tape (the couch is black leather, fake) you try to holler at her and she smiles at first, then she knows you aren't kidding and she lays down and looks sad and makes me feel like crap for yelling at her and then it's forgotten until the next time. She used to eat flip flops, now it's the couch. She also runs off with Delmer and has also needed a bath, and she weighs about 80 pounds. Fun.
Then there's Dweezil, my old Buddy, a 12 year old Jack Russell. He's a hoot. He doesn't think he's a dog, don't even imply it. He doesn't wear a collar or need a leash. He listens to me with just a point of the finger and stern look on my face. He nests in his old blanket and leaves everyone alone. He's actually gotten into fights with Delmer over Bailey (before we got her fixed) and also over food. Yeah, he lost, but he certainly put up a good fight. He's a tough old bird. He has gotten hit by a work truck and a 4 wheeler in the past. I nearly died myself when it happened, but he survived. He almost got buried under tons of earth when the neighbor was digging out to build a house. He hates to be picked up and stiffens up just like a corpse anytime someone holds him. It's like he has immediate rigor mortis when his feet leave the ground. He's a sweet little dog, though, but he has the most foul breath! My sister has Jack Russells, too, and her dogs are the same way. Must be the Terrier in them, don't know, but Scope would be a nice addition to their daily routine.
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