Hi, my name is Rommy.
I’m a guest blogger here on sanseilife.
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On The Continuing Journeys
this is not goodbye
meet me at the Rainbow Bridge
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Hi, Rommy, Roscoe and Monty here, regular guest bloggers on sanseilife.
Our story? Our sister Haley, her husband Matt, and their three kids Buster, Remmy and Ranger are coming for a visit!
Haley and Matt are humans but thank goodness their kids are canines!
Mom is stocking up with food for us. She’s going to have to go back to the store again because this is not clearly not enough.
She also has a problem with math. Two boxes of dog treats at 20 pounds each, do you see the problem here?
Well the canines out there will be able to figure it out quickly but for you humans we will have to spell it out.
Six doggies divided into 40 pounds of dog treats does not come out to and easily calculated division.
We clearly need 20 more pounds of dog treats!
60 pounds of dog treats divided by six dogs equals 10 pounds of dog treats per dog, a very easily calculated division of treats.
Sigh, poor Mom, she is soooooo mentally challenged.
Remmy
Ranger
Last but not least, Buster (Mom’s favorite nephew we think.) (Yikes! Steven and Jeremy we meant doggy nephew, human nephews are a totally different story…..)
Hi Rommy, Roscoe and Monty here, regular guest bloggers on sanseilife.
Our story? We have a secret dog toy stash! Well we guess since we blogged about it it’s not a secret anymore is it?
Our sister Haley, her husband Matt, and their three kids Buster, Remmy and Ranger are coming for a visit!
We want our nephews to have a great time so we are collecting toys in anticipation of their visit.
Remmy
Ranger
We are working on a dog treat stash too, but that’s a whole nother blog post isn’t it?🐾🐾🐾
Monty is our most recent rescue. He is a Dalmation mix (possibly mixed with Jack Russell terrier – heavy sigh) and a real handful.
He had been with us for about a year and had been keeping the whole household busy with his boisterous activity.
My other dogs, Rommy who is a German Shepherd and Roscoe who is a German Shepherd mix, are extremely dog friendly but were losing patience with Monty as was I. (We would never let him go we were just finding his personality a bit of a trial.)
Rommy and Roscoe understood each other and I understood them as German Shepherds. None of us understood Monty, he was out of our realm. We loved him, well I loved him, Rommy and Roscoe tolerated him because they love me.
Roscoe had not been feeling well for awhile and was getting worse. He had been to the emergency vet and his regular vet three times in one week with weird symptoms. They couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him and blood tests were inconclusive.
I was really worried about him. That night I woke up and checked on him at least every hour. I checked on him around 6am and he seemed alert and okay, this made me feel a little better about him and I was able to fall sound asleep.
An hour later at about 7am Monty, who was sleeping with me on the bed, suddenly jumped up and started barking. He leapt off the bed and ran down the hall. I was so sound asleep, if Monty hadn’t woke me up I wouldn’t have woke up to check on Roscoe that hour……
Monty had gone directly to Roscoe and was obviously destressed and worried about him. Roscoe was unconscious and unresponsive. I somehow I picked Roscoe up (90 pounds of limp dog) and carried him to my car – then racing him back to the emergency vet.
A different vet was on duty. She took one look at Roscoe and said: “I’ve seen this before I know whats wrong with him, we don’t have time for the results of the blood test I need to give him a shot now or he won’t make it!”
He got the shot and he was soon regaining consciousness. The vet told me that if I hadn’t brought him in when I did he would not have survived.
Roscoe has a disease called Addison’s which is hard to diagnose in dogs (people get this disease also) but it is realatively easy to control once you have the diagnosis and figure a treatment plan.
Roscoe has made a full recovery. Amazing things are happening, he is much more confident and his fur is truly annoying (before thin and sickly now has a really thick coat of fur and sheds like a healthy German Shepherd double heavy sigh).
Monty still creates great havoc in our house, his favorite target is Roscoe.
When Monty is up to his “special” antics I remind Roscoe who is usually his “special” target that Monty did save his life.
Roscoe lets out a triple heavy sigh and in the true noble German Shepherd fashion moves on with his journey.