If there was any remaining doubt that there’s a Boxer hiding inside Thomas, I think it can be laid to rest.
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“Just hanging out with my empty ice cream container.”
It cracks me up when he stuffs things under his fang tooth and just hangs out with them there.
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What?
I love it when Thomas hangs out with a stuffy dangling from his mouth. Just sitting there, having a moment with his pink piggy.
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When your toy box attacks and you begin questioning the entire basis of reality.
Poor Chicken Biscuit. The fake deer antler in his toy box has some sharp, pokey bits, where he’s chewed it. One of them must have gotten him in the nose, because he was suddenly afraid of it and wouldn’t go near his toys. He got over it after a few minutes though, so don’t feel too sorry for him. (The little nose poke and paw action at the end of the video are the best things ever. That’s how he asks for my help when he has a problem he just can’t cope with.)
His hives are better! I finally had to give him a dose of prednisone, which helped. He still has a few crusty bits and some itching, but–attacking toy box aside–he’s feeling much better.
It’s Hives Season
I dont know what Thomas is allergic to, but it appears to be seasonal. I double checked dates, and it was the end of August/beginning of September last year, when he had a terrible outbreak of hives.
Poor biscuit. I was giving him Benadryl, but switched him to Zyrtec last night. That actually seems to be working a bit better. I really don’t want to have to give him steroids if I don’t have to, but I have a supply just in case. (And yes, I consulted his vet about all of this.)
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At the Vet
Facebook Memories tells me that this happened the same time, last year. There must be something blooming or in the environment that he’s reacting to. Ragweed, maybe? It’s certainly making me miserable.
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Helping Me Write
Thomas is my little barnacle. Wherever I am, and whatever I’m doing, he’s right there, “helping.”
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A Boy and His Stuffy: a play in two acts
Act I: We creep on the neighbors while holding our stuffy. Mustn’t put the precious down.
Act II: We’re tired of staff’s nonsense and are retiring to our napping lounge with our stuffy.
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Go away, I’m watching my stories
I think he actually was watching television.
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Chiclet Teefs
Once again, Thomas hid his favorite squeaky ball under the couch, and once again I was a monster and didn’t retrieve it for him. He reserves the chiclet teefs of maximum perturbation for when he’s seriously annoyed with me.
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