Dorkdog

The dorkdog is not doing well. Aside from the hip problems, severe infection, inability to hear and other assorted old dog issues, he’s not eating. We’d been giving him dog meat for a while when we noticed he was starting to lose weight, but now he doesn’t even want that. We’ve tried assorted brands and styles, but no dice. The vet gave us a recipe for some food- rice, eggs, oil. Yes, sounds yummy to me, too. :) We’re resorting to feeding him anything we can just to get him to eat something. We even cooked up a roast to cut up and inject his antibiotics into it; of course, he’s too smart for that and knows which piece of food has his medicine in it.

Riley is 14 this year. He’s a great dog. He, like most, was a crazy puppy. His first nickname was actually poop dog because for a long time it seemed like he was always going. He sheds like mad – crazy white hair everywhere. In fact, we can pluck him like a chicken most months of the year. He’s always been good with the boys – never had a worry with him.

He’s a great dog and I’m afraid he’s not going to be around much longer. He sleeps a lot more now and weighs less than my boys; he is skin and bones and I am so sad.

Tagged as: fooby, sadness