Meet Michael Patrick!
Our First GrandBaby!!
Michael was born on January 5th and weighed in at 6 pounds, 1 ounce of adorableness! He's Pat's and my first grandchild! As you can see, he's the cutest thing ever, and he has agreed to stay cute and cuddly forever! (And yes, I'm aware of all the exclamation points! I just can't help it!!)!
My son Anton and his wife Rachel are awesome new parents! I couldn't be more proud!
Here's Our New Logo
We have our completed Logo! I'm so happy to finally have that done, and that I like it, and that I don't have to do anything more to it for ever and ever. It was created by Anita Boyle of Egress Studio in Bellingham. She really captured the look I was going for, and produced something even better than what I imagined. The paw is a print from Rocky, a Jack Russell that we had the pleasure of spending 12 years with. I'm looking forward to seeing this logo on my t-shirts and hoodies, as well as more business cards, totes, mugs, and pens.
While my new office seems to be taking FOREVER, it will certainly be well worth the wait. It's coming along perfectly. We have the wiring in, the roof on, and the siding on the front wall installed and treated. It's taking so long due to the weather: either raining cats and dogs (I'm thinking of boarding cats here, too) or freezing. I don't want to work out in 19 degree weather unless it's to play with the four-legged guests.
I'm looking forward to moving all the kennel things out to the office. It will really streamline the process here and make me so much more organized!
Disclaimer: Some people might find some of this content to be icky. I made the icky parts in a smaller font. You're welcome. :o)
In November I noticed that Max was having some issues in the house, (peeing in odd places, not to mention IN THE HOUSE), and having to go outside frequently for, you know, poop. We discovered he had a UTI and put him on meds to clear that up. He stopped peeing in the house, but the pooping continued to be a problem and we noticed some blood streaks. I took him to the vet again, and long story slightly shorter, a rectal tumor was found. In mid-December we took him to a specialist who said surgery needed to be done, and the best case scenario would be that he'd be able to get it all out but it could still come back. Worst case scenario would be that he couldn't get it out and it might be cancerous. He had surgery the following morning.
Well, it wasn't cancerous, but the surgeon wasn't able to get it all either. So Max had an aggressive round of antibiotics. The surgeon is less optimistic than my vet, so I'm going with my vets prognosis, which is that there's a possibility it won't come back so we'll pretend it won't unless we see symptoms again. It would be cost-prohibitive to keep doing the surgery. As it was, Pat and I put a mental bow on Max's tail as a gift to each other and wished each other a very Merry Christmas.
Max handled the surgery and recovery remarkably well, like it was nothing, so I had the challenge of following doctors orders: keep him calm and contained for two weeks. WHAT??!! Keep TWO Jack Russell's quiet for two weeks? I did my best. Without helping me out much, Max did recover and you can't tell anything happened last month at all.