So, after Sam did that continuously to about 3 dogs, Zim finally turned to me and said:
Zim: "Sam is a facebook dog."
Me: "What?"
Zim: "He goes up to dogs, add them as friends and then ignore them."
LOL.
Yeah, meet Sam, the facebook dog.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Conversation between Husband and Wife
We brought Sam out with us for a champagne brunch today. Sam was on a leash and everytime he saw a dog, he would happily walk up to him and attempt to say 'hi' to it. He has a tendency to kinda ignore the dog after a couple of sniffs, even after he had earned the interest of the other dog.
So, after Sam did that continuously to about 3 dogs, Zim finally turned to me and said:
Zim: "Sam is a facebook dog."
Me: "What?"
Zim: "He goes up to dogs, add them as friends and then ignore them."
LOL.
Yeah, meet Sam, the facebook dog.
So, after Sam did that continuously to about 3 dogs, Zim finally turned to me and said:
Zim: "Sam is a facebook dog."
Me: "What?"
Zim: "He goes up to dogs, add them as friends and then ignore them."
LOL.
Yeah, meet Sam, the facebook dog.
The sick little puppy...
Sam is like a vacuum cleaner - he sucks up everything on the floor. Unfortunately, his stomach is an absolute lousy vacuum bag as it simply is unable to handle all the trash the stupid thing sucks. As a result, that little guy fell terribly ill.
Well, Sam had have diarrhea for the longest time (probably about 2 weeks) and we didn't think much of it, especially since we have been to two vets and his energy level was still insanely high. And suddenly, it all began with a whole night of vomiting. The little guy woke up 5 times (and of course, so did I). It started with undigested food, twice. It went on to yellow bile (the equivalent of our gastric juices), twice as well. And lastly, white foam.
This wasn't the first time Sam vomited, though probably the first with the most frequency. I was really worried, but decided to wait it out to see how he will react the next morning. Sadly, the little thing didn't get any better. He woke up acting so lethargic, refusing to eat his food and didn't even react when I waved his favourite snack at his face (He usually would get all excited and start jumping up and down). His energy level was seriously low and he just looked so depressed. I even force fed him some water using a syringe to prevent him from getting dehydrated. Finally, I started to call all the vets that we had previously visited about his diarrhea.
I made a couple of calls to the 'budget' vets that I found and they were simply unable to fit in any slots for me. (One offered to take a message and said that the vet would call me back later in the day. I was quite annoyed as by the time the vet called back, it would be wayyy too late to visit a vet as most would have closed by then.) Finally, I took the last resort and contacted the super duper expensive vet. (Mr Lim was in SF at the moment and wasn't of much help.)
Guess paying more does make a difference. The receptionist managed to fit in an afternoon slot for me and even pushed it up after I called to inform that Sam threw up again. The vet was great with Sam and after several tests (thankfully, he tested negative for all parasites and viruses) and x-ray, he concluded that Sam's stomach was badly inflamed due to something he ate (which till now, we are unsure what). As Sam was still a puppy and had probably lost one tenth of his weight due to the vomiting, it was recommended that we kept Sam hospitalized for a night. They brought Sam out to me before they admitted him (kinda to say bye and not let him think that I've abandoned him) and when I held him in my arms, he looked so sad and tired.
And that's when I kinda lost it. I quickly passed Sam to them and left. As I walked out, tears just started coming. It was so heartbreaking to see the little guy so sick. All I wanted was just for him to be back to his usual pesty self. It sure was a huge relief when we picked Sam up the next day. The little guy was back to his good old self and was clearly happy to see us (Well, it's definitely a mutual feeling!). He had a little 'war injury' - a shaven paw that was used to insert his IV drip which looked kinda cute on him.
Now for the heartache - the bill came up to a whooping USD900 and the insurance we bought has yet to kick it. (How brilliant.) Another big hole in Mr Lim's pocket. But seriously, seeing the little guy back on his paws and his mischief, this was money well spent. (I'm not sure if Zim agrees though, since he's the one paying.)
Anyway, on a good note, Sam has been doing well for the past week - stools are firmed and eating GREAT and of course, chewing even more. But we have learnt to be more cautious with feeding him and decided to stick to a healthy low residue diet and limited treats. All in all, it was an awful experience and I sure hope that little Sam will grow to be a healthier dog, so that it will be good for my heart and Zim's pocket!
Nonetheless, It's good to have him back again!
Well, Sam had have diarrhea for the longest time (probably about 2 weeks) and we didn't think much of it, especially since we have been to two vets and his energy level was still insanely high. And suddenly, it all began with a whole night of vomiting. The little guy woke up 5 times (and of course, so did I). It started with undigested food, twice. It went on to yellow bile (the equivalent of our gastric juices), twice as well. And lastly, white foam.
This wasn't the first time Sam vomited, though probably the first with the most frequency. I was really worried, but decided to wait it out to see how he will react the next morning. Sadly, the little thing didn't get any better. He woke up acting so lethargic, refusing to eat his food and didn't even react when I waved his favourite snack at his face (He usually would get all excited and start jumping up and down). His energy level was seriously low and he just looked so depressed. I even force fed him some water using a syringe to prevent him from getting dehydrated. Finally, I started to call all the vets that we had previously visited about his diarrhea.
I made a couple of calls to the 'budget' vets that I found and they were simply unable to fit in any slots for me. (One offered to take a message and said that the vet would call me back later in the day. I was quite annoyed as by the time the vet called back, it would be wayyy too late to visit a vet as most would have closed by then.) Finally, I took the last resort and contacted the super duper expensive vet. (Mr Lim was in SF at the moment and wasn't of much help.)
Guess paying more does make a difference. The receptionist managed to fit in an afternoon slot for me and even pushed it up after I called to inform that Sam threw up again. The vet was great with Sam and after several tests (thankfully, he tested negative for all parasites and viruses) and x-ray, he concluded that Sam's stomach was badly inflamed due to something he ate (which till now, we are unsure what). As Sam was still a puppy and had probably lost one tenth of his weight due to the vomiting, it was recommended that we kept Sam hospitalized for a night. They brought Sam out to me before they admitted him (kinda to say bye and not let him think that I've abandoned him) and when I held him in my arms, he looked so sad and tired.
And that's when I kinda lost it. I quickly passed Sam to them and left. As I walked out, tears just started coming. It was so heartbreaking to see the little guy so sick. All I wanted was just for him to be back to his usual pesty self. It sure was a huge relief when we picked Sam up the next day. The little guy was back to his good old self and was clearly happy to see us (Well, it's definitely a mutual feeling!). He had a little 'war injury' - a shaven paw that was used to insert his IV drip which looked kinda cute on him.
Now for the heartache - the bill came up to a whooping USD900 and the insurance we bought has yet to kick it. (How brilliant.) Another big hole in Mr Lim's pocket. But seriously, seeing the little guy back on his paws and his mischief, this was money well spent. (I'm not sure if Zim agrees though, since he's the one paying.)
Anyway, on a good note, Sam has been doing well for the past week - stools are firmed and eating GREAT and of course, chewing even more. But we have learnt to be more cautious with feeding him and decided to stick to a healthy low residue diet and limited treats. All in all, it was an awful experience and I sure hope that little Sam will grow to be a healthier dog, so that it will be good for my heart and Zim's pocket!
Nonetheless, It's good to have him back again!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Scapbooking!
Lucky me found a friend here who happened to enjoy scrapbooking as much as me! (But I sure do think that she's wayyyy better at it than I am.) So together, we went for the scrapbooking convention in New Jersey. It was an eye opener and I had such a blast! There were just tons and tons of scrapbooking materials at dirt cheap prices.
And sure enough, I simply went insane shopping. Though the damage was rather significant and lugging the items back home in shoes that gave me blisters weren't exactly very fun, the convention really did re-ignite my passion for scrapbooking and I just can't wait to get started again.
So with my once again burning passion, I made Mr Lim order a storage system (my scrapbooking supplies were still in the Crown box and has yet to be unpacked) that caught my eye at the Container Store and a brand new set of dining table from Walmart (I need a place to scrapbook ma~).
The storage system fitted all my scrapbooking supplies wonderfully and I am soo pleased with the overall look!
The high dining table from Walmart cost only USD200 and was perfect for our little living room.
I guess I'm finally ready to scrapbook once again - but, maybe after I return from Orlando~ =P
And sure enough, I simply went insane shopping. Though the damage was rather significant and lugging the items back home in shoes that gave me blisters weren't exactly very fun, the convention really did re-ignite my passion for scrapbooking and I just can't wait to get started again.So with my once again burning passion, I made Mr Lim order a storage system (my scrapbooking supplies were still in the Crown box and has yet to be unpacked) that caught my eye at the Container Store and a brand new set of dining table from Walmart (I need a place to scrapbook ma~).
The storage system fitted all my scrapbooking supplies wonderfully and I am soo pleased with the overall look!
The high dining table from Walmart cost only USD200 and was perfect for our little living room. I guess I'm finally ready to scrapbook once again - but, maybe after I return from Orlando~ =P
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Timid Sam
Well, Sam finally had a taste of his own medicine after terrorizing tons of dogs in the park. Sam has a reputation of being fearless and a truly big dog in a small package. And he finally met his match.
He was disturbing another dog (a bulldog) who had a ball in his mouth. As usual, Sam tried to snatch it away. The bulldog kinda lost it and snapped at Sam. At that moment, Sam gave out the most awful sounding yelp I ever heard from him and the yelping lasted for a good 10 seconds! I was a distance away, chatting with another dog owner and by the time I got to Sam, he was hiding under a bench and his tail was tucked between his hind legs (a strong indication that he was terrified).
The weird part was, even though the bulldog did snap at Sam, there were no injures on Sam at all! (To think of it, the dog had a ball in his mouth anyway.) But again, I wasn't paying attention to know what exactly happened though I was really quite surprised by Sam's reaction, given his existing reputation. After the dog left, Sam took a while to 'recover', before his tail went up. Soon enough, the little guy was back to his acts of mischief.
I brought the little guy back to the park several times after the incident and he was generally fine. But it so happened that the same dog was there as well today. Not to be mean, but it was hilarious watching Sam wandering around and jumping in shock the instance he saw the dog. Within seconds, he quickly hid under the bench again. (See la, bully other dogs, now got retribution!) The other dog was all friendly and nice towards Sam but Sam still kept his distance. By the time we left, Sam still appeared terrified of the dog, but at least he gave the dog a little goodbye kiss. (A peck on the snout.)
I was really surprised to see this side of Sam, but I guess it's all part and parcel of growing up. It just goes to show that the little boy does have his own timid side after all.
He was disturbing another dog (a bulldog) who had a ball in his mouth. As usual, Sam tried to snatch it away. The bulldog kinda lost it and snapped at Sam. At that moment, Sam gave out the most awful sounding yelp I ever heard from him and the yelping lasted for a good 10 seconds! I was a distance away, chatting with another dog owner and by the time I got to Sam, he was hiding under a bench and his tail was tucked between his hind legs (a strong indication that he was terrified).
The weird part was, even though the bulldog did snap at Sam, there were no injures on Sam at all! (To think of it, the dog had a ball in his mouth anyway.) But again, I wasn't paying attention to know what exactly happened though I was really quite surprised by Sam's reaction, given his existing reputation. After the dog left, Sam took a while to 'recover', before his tail went up. Soon enough, the little guy was back to his acts of mischief.
I brought the little guy back to the park several times after the incident and he was generally fine. But it so happened that the same dog was there as well today. Not to be mean, but it was hilarious watching Sam wandering around and jumping in shock the instance he saw the dog. Within seconds, he quickly hid under the bench again. (See la, bully other dogs, now got retribution!) The other dog was all friendly and nice towards Sam but Sam still kept his distance. By the time we left, Sam still appeared terrified of the dog, but at least he gave the dog a little goodbye kiss. (A peck on the snout.)
I was really surprised to see this side of Sam, but I guess it's all part and parcel of growing up. It just goes to show that the little boy does have his own timid side after all.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Vaccination!
Sam is finally done with all his shots! He is officially street legal! No more worrying that he will fall sick from sniffing on the ground and what not.
Plus, Sam is microchipped too!!! So, no worries that the little baby will be gone and never returned.
Now that we've gotten the green light from the Vet, he has an exciting month ahead - NYC Pet show, trip to Orlando, walks to central park, obedience classes (and hopefully, agility classes soon) and more~
Happy Sam = Happy KeY!
Plus, Sam is microchipped too!!! So, no worries that the little baby will be gone and never returned.
Now that we've gotten the green light from the Vet, he has an exciting month ahead - NYC Pet show, trip to Orlando, walks to central park, obedience classes (and hopefully, agility classes soon) and more~
Happy Sam = Happy KeY!
Friday, May 14, 2010
Visit to the Vet
The last visit to the vet with Sam was rather disturbing for me and Zim. (Well, nope, it had nothing to do with Sam. He's just there for another stool test due to his never ending diarrhea. Yes, it's back AGAIN!) This time, I got smart. I did tons of research and found a cheaper vet (it cost half as much!) that was located inside an animal shelter.
Here's what happened: We met a lady in the lift carrying a pet carrier box. Out of curiosity, I asked if she had a puppy in it. She mentioned that it was a kitten that she had just for a night. She added that the kitten had have seizures the whole night and she wasn't able to handle it. Well, when she said that, she looked really worried and frantic. In my mind, I was like, "oh dear, no wonder you rushed to the Vet so early in the morning."
It turned out to be a whole different story when we reached the reception. I was filling out the registration form while eavesdropping to her conversation with the receptionist. It appeared that the lady had NO intentions of bringing the sick kitten to the vet. She was here to drop off the kitten as she couldn't handle it. (OMFG.) She explained that she bought the kitten from a friend the night before and she was completely freaked out by the occurrence of the seizures and thus concluded that she did not want the kitten anymore. Not one time did she even mention about getting vet care for the kitten.
Zim and myself were pretty upset after hearing this. Shouldn't the priority for any owner of a sick animal be getting the right medical treatment for the animal asap? I really couldn't believe that all she wanted was to push the poor kitten away. Well, apparently, the vet did not accept drop off. The owner indicated that she would then return the kitten to her friend and would not pursue to get her money back either. Still no mention of Vet care!
Sigh, I can't believe that people like this even exist. I know vet care isn't exactly cheap in NYC, but if it means saving the life of a young kitten, it's definitely worth it. I guess it's not a bad thing that she chose to give up the kitten anyway. Hopefully, she would stay away from all animals in future.
Oops, I'm being to sound more and more like an animal activist! =P
Here's what happened: We met a lady in the lift carrying a pet carrier box. Out of curiosity, I asked if she had a puppy in it. She mentioned that it was a kitten that she had just for a night. She added that the kitten had have seizures the whole night and she wasn't able to handle it. Well, when she said that, she looked really worried and frantic. In my mind, I was like, "oh dear, no wonder you rushed to the Vet so early in the morning."
It turned out to be a whole different story when we reached the reception. I was filling out the registration form while eavesdropping to her conversation with the receptionist. It appeared that the lady had NO intentions of bringing the sick kitten to the vet. She was here to drop off the kitten as she couldn't handle it. (OMFG.) She explained that she bought the kitten from a friend the night before and she was completely freaked out by the occurrence of the seizures and thus concluded that she did not want the kitten anymore. Not one time did she even mention about getting vet care for the kitten.
Zim and myself were pretty upset after hearing this. Shouldn't the priority for any owner of a sick animal be getting the right medical treatment for the animal asap? I really couldn't believe that all she wanted was to push the poor kitten away. Well, apparently, the vet did not accept drop off. The owner indicated that she would then return the kitten to her friend and would not pursue to get her money back either. Still no mention of Vet care!
Sigh, I can't believe that people like this even exist. I know vet care isn't exactly cheap in NYC, but if it means saving the life of a young kitten, it's definitely worth it. I guess it's not a bad thing that she chose to give up the kitten anyway. Hopefully, she would stay away from all animals in future.
Oops, I'm being to sound more and more like an animal activist! =P
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Orange Sam!
Little Sam with his new harness. Hm, I think orange is his colour!
- Greetings from KeY's iPhone!
- Greetings from KeY's iPhone!
Friday, May 7, 2010
My voice.
I'm not really complaining. Really. I just needa voice it out.
Life in Nyc? Good or bad? I'm not sure. While I'm totally free from work stress, I'm a little overwhelmed by my aimless day to day routine. So I wake up when Sam does (which is REALLY early by my standards). I bring the little guy for walks to tire him out. I come back and pray that he will stay asleep till it's time for lunch or the next walk. I watch trashy shows and sneak to the toilet to avoid waking him up (this I never succeed, unfortunately). I countdown to the time Zim comes back when he's not out of town. I contemplate for hours whether I'm in a cooking mood. He comes back, we eat dinner, Sam sleeps, Zim works, I watch more trashy shows. Period.
I'm not sure what I've signed myself up for by being here, leaving behind a job I had (okay, this isn't a bad thing I suppose), family and friends I adore and activities I really enjoyed. Sadly, Fridays don't mean any thing to me anymore. (It used to mean the world to me.) Weekends are just days when Zim is either out of town, or days when he worked from home. Of course, not all is bad. There were days when I truly enjoyed myself and thank god that I'm here, yet there were also days when I just waste my days away watching trashy show, cleaning after the dog (I still love Sam despite this) and doing housework. It's especially horrid when Zim's out of town which actually is becoming increasingly frequent.
Ironically, Sam is the only thing that is keeping me sane. (well, he does drive me insane too.) His stupid acts and cute face bring lotsa smiles to my face. Bringing him for walks and to the dog park is something I always look forward to. Meeting other dogs and dog owners is probably my only socialization on weekdays. In addition, it's also a blessing that our social circle is expanding. There are more activities planned for us on weekends too.
Okay. I'm just whining. Yes, I am working to find some aim in my life. Keeping my fingers crossed that things will fall into place. For now, I'm just feeling really sianz. Guess I need a break from being a homemaker. LOL. Maybe the break in Orlando will do me some good.
Meantime, it's a just another boring friday night, a zimless saturday and hopefully, a better Sunday?
Life in Nyc? Good or bad? I'm not sure. While I'm totally free from work stress, I'm a little overwhelmed by my aimless day to day routine. So I wake up when Sam does (which is REALLY early by my standards). I bring the little guy for walks to tire him out. I come back and pray that he will stay asleep till it's time for lunch or the next walk. I watch trashy shows and sneak to the toilet to avoid waking him up (this I never succeed, unfortunately). I countdown to the time Zim comes back when he's not out of town. I contemplate for hours whether I'm in a cooking mood. He comes back, we eat dinner, Sam sleeps, Zim works, I watch more trashy shows. Period.
I'm not sure what I've signed myself up for by being here, leaving behind a job I had (okay, this isn't a bad thing I suppose), family and friends I adore and activities I really enjoyed. Sadly, Fridays don't mean any thing to me anymore. (It used to mean the world to me.) Weekends are just days when Zim is either out of town, or days when he worked from home. Of course, not all is bad. There were days when I truly enjoyed myself and thank god that I'm here, yet there were also days when I just waste my days away watching trashy show, cleaning after the dog (I still love Sam despite this) and doing housework. It's especially horrid when Zim's out of town which actually is becoming increasingly frequent.
Ironically, Sam is the only thing that is keeping me sane. (well, he does drive me insane too.) His stupid acts and cute face bring lotsa smiles to my face. Bringing him for walks and to the dog park is something I always look forward to. Meeting other dogs and dog owners is probably my only socialization on weekdays. In addition, it's also a blessing that our social circle is expanding. There are more activities planned for us on weekends too.
Okay. I'm just whining. Yes, I am working to find some aim in my life. Keeping my fingers crossed that things will fall into place. For now, I'm just feeling really sianz. Guess I need a break from being a homemaker. LOL. Maybe the break in Orlando will do me some good.
Meantime, it's a just another boring friday night, a zimless saturday and hopefully, a better Sunday?
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Dog Parenthood...
Hm, having a dog really gives me a good experience of how it would feel to have a kid.
Lil Sam fell ill over the week. He had a series of really bad diarrhea that lasted over 3 days without any signs of recovery. Ironically, his energy level was still insanely high and his appetite remained the same. On one hand, Zim wasn't too concerned and suggested that we wait it out a bit more before deciding what to do since he was behaving as per normal. On the other hand, I was totally freaking out and googling about puppy diarrhea made it worst.
We finally decided to bring Sam to the vet. (I guess Zim kinda gave in after he saw me stressing out over it) It was really tough looking for a vet on a sunday, but I managed to find one that was a few subway stops away. The vet and her assistant were really nice and good with Sam. A quick diagnosis and a lab test revealed that Sam's stools had traces of bacteria, thus explaining the diarrhea streak. The little guy was put on a course of antibiotics, a strict diet and a ban on treats.
Sam's been a darling and didn't resist much when we fed him his medication using a syringe. Sam's doing great and his first poop of the day was hard and firm! (The first in a few days! T_T) I could feel a huge relief that the little guy is finally doing much better! It also seemed like Sam has forgotten the existence of treats and is enjoying his new strict diet. We kinda concluded that he was being fed too much treats previously and thus was really picky over his staple. Well, I guess Sam will be given less treats and more staple in time to come~
Sigh, now I understand the stresses parents feel when their child falls ill. It's really scary and worrying. Thank goodness Lil Sam is doing better! Hm, he better be, especially after we paid USD270 for the Vet visit!
On the down side, due to his illness, Sam's been kinda grounded and is not allowed to go to the dog parks or play with other dogs. As a result, his biting streak kinda returned and it sucks for me.
Oh well, praying that the little guy recovers ASAP!
Lil Sam fell ill over the week. He had a series of really bad diarrhea that lasted over 3 days without any signs of recovery. Ironically, his energy level was still insanely high and his appetite remained the same. On one hand, Zim wasn't too concerned and suggested that we wait it out a bit more before deciding what to do since he was behaving as per normal. On the other hand, I was totally freaking out and googling about puppy diarrhea made it worst.
We finally decided to bring Sam to the vet. (I guess Zim kinda gave in after he saw me stressing out over it) It was really tough looking for a vet on a sunday, but I managed to find one that was a few subway stops away. The vet and her assistant were really nice and good with Sam. A quick diagnosis and a lab test revealed that Sam's stools had traces of bacteria, thus explaining the diarrhea streak. The little guy was put on a course of antibiotics, a strict diet and a ban on treats.
Sam's been a darling and didn't resist much when we fed him his medication using a syringe. Sam's doing great and his first poop of the day was hard and firm! (The first in a few days! T_T) I could feel a huge relief that the little guy is finally doing much better! It also seemed like Sam has forgotten the existence of treats and is enjoying his new strict diet. We kinda concluded that he was being fed too much treats previously and thus was really picky over his staple. Well, I guess Sam will be given less treats and more staple in time to come~
Sigh, now I understand the stresses parents feel when their child falls ill. It's really scary and worrying. Thank goodness Lil Sam is doing better! Hm, he better be, especially after we paid USD270 for the Vet visit!
On the down side, due to his illness, Sam's been kinda grounded and is not allowed to go to the dog parks or play with other dogs. As a result, his biting streak kinda returned and it sucks for me.
Oh well, praying that the little guy recovers ASAP!
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