Miles Davis

Uh, oh....somebody smells bad and it's not the kind that a bath/shower or brushing teeth will fix. It's an internal bad that's got to either clear up on it's own or will require a trip to the Vet. It seems yesterday, on the trip home, Wiggles got car sick and though he's all rehydrated and has eaten, he's still a tad on the stinky. Post bath (me) and tooth brushing (Fred).

Since he turns sixteen tomorrow, that's not real surprising but for a man who has always smelled PERFECT, this is just wrong. My plan is to give him a few days to recover and then pursue it. Since he's never gotten car sick before--EVER--I'm hoping this is not bad news. Just maybe more heat and excitement than one old man could handle, since when he goes to the Farm, he barely eats at all, as does Sis. Too much to see and do or too many naps to take, in his case. He gets a half of an acid reducer every morning, wrapped in cheese, since he tends to be stinky breathed anyway, but this smell is different.

I have been known, on occasion, to fix him cooked ground meat and a little rice, to settle his tummy so that may be his dinner. And, yes, I always give Fat Girl some, too, although since she was out in the backyard "hunting" at 3 AM, barking and yelping, I may skip her.

We have a new wiener dog in the family. My niece, who just graduated from UT, got herself a long haired chocolate and tan man-dog she named Miles--for Miles Davis--since he's a brown man and a cool dude. That makes six, since my brother has two, and his oldest daughter has one, Jack, who looks just like Wiggles. Now that his youngest has joined the crowd, we technically have enough to hold our own wiener dog race, minus Elvis and Wiggles. Elvis is older than Wiggles, so those two could just hand out the prizes. And since Miles is so young, we'd have to let him win. He's little....