Monday, October 22, 2012

News from the Lazy Grey Ranch

(You may have noticed that I changed the name of my blog from "Tales of Golden Fostering" to "In Dog We Trust" since my posts tend to be about more than just my foster dogs.)

Several months ago, I wrote about my friend Pat Drozt and her greyhound Mulder.  Mulder crossed the Rainbow Bridge shortly before Memorial Day, leaving Pat and Sydney, Pat's female greyhound, to adjust to a new phase in their lives.  Not only was Sydney lonely without her buddy, she was finding it stressful to be in charge of all the dog-related responsibilities by herself.  These included barking at the little dogs next door, border patrol (got to let those squirrels know to stay OUT of the yard), and making sure all the dog treats got eaten.

Over the summer, Pat was contacted by Greyhounds Only, one of the greyhound rescue organizations, wanting to know if she would be available to take a foster dog.  They had been contacted about a male greyhound named Max.  Max's owner had recently lost his wife and had to sell his home to cover medical expenses, and was moving to a much smaller apartment.  With two Italian greyhounds in addition to Max, he was no longer able to care for all three dogs and had made the painful decision to find a new home for Max.  Pat and Sydney went over to meet Max, since Pat's major concern was whether the two dogs would get along with each other.  Max and Sydney liked each other right away, so Pat arranged for Max to move in with them.


Max is a large black and white adult male greyhound, about eight years old.  He was instantly comfortable with Pat and Sydney, and after a tour of the house and yard, he climbed up on the sofa and fell asleep.  Sydney's relief at having canine back-up was obvious.  She became much happier and more relaxed. 


Max soon met many new friends, including Luke the golden retriever and the two brown dogs, Sophie and Korby, and Larry, Pat's human son.  But his favorite human after Pat quickly became his Auntie Andie who comes by the house every day to look after the cats that she boards in Pat's basement (Andie is a TNR - Trap, Neuter, Release - volunteer for cat rescue).

It turned out that Max had a few medical issues.  He was a little overweight, he needed a visit to the doggy dentist, and he was favoring one of his back legs.   Pat was concerned that Max had arthritis, or even worse, a torn cruciate ligament.  A vet visit was arranged, and while Max was sedated for his dental work, the vet took x-rays of his hips and knees.  The good news:  once Max's teeth were cleaned, he did not need any extractions.  He had also lost a few pounds and was now at a healthier weight.  The cruciate ligaments in his knees were in good shape, too.  The bad news:  Max had corns on his back feet.  Foot baths and ointment were prescribed, and the prognosis is good.  With Pat ministering to his feet on a daily basis, Max's corns should clear up eventually.  If he can be convinced to stop licking them.

Once Max received a clean bill of health, Pat decided that she and Sydney couldn't be without him, so she completed the paperwork to formally adopt Max.  But before she could even mail in the adoption contract, Greyhounds Only wanted to know if she could foster TWO more greyhounds.

Toby and Shayna had lived happily with their owner until she became ill and had to be hospitalized.  Their owner's daughter tried to take care of them, but between worrying about her mother, traveling back and forth to the hospital, and trying to cover the medical bills, there wasn't much left over for the two greys.  When it became clear that her mother would not be returning home, the daughter contacted Greyhounds Only about re-homing the dogs.  Of course Pat couldn't say no to fostering them.

Other than being underweight, the new greys are in good condition.  They have been with Pat for a little over a week.  Toby is a seven year old brindle male - he could be Mulder's twin brother.  He even has some of the same quirks that Mulder had (like about the ramp in the backyard).  Toby is already looking at Max like a role model.  Shayna is a five year old female and, except for the color of her collar, looks exactly like Sydney.  The two girls instantly became BFFs.  They take turns sleeping on the pink comforter in the living room (dogs are supposed to be color-blind, so how Sydney and Shayna know that the comforter is bright girly-pink is anyone's guess).  Max is now the leader of the pack.  He gets up on Pat's bed, and the other three greyhounds gather round and gaze up at him like his adoring subjects (I think I need a picture of that).


Pat is already wondering if she can manage four greyhounds on a permanent basis. 

Friday, October 19, 2012

A vacation at Best Friends Animal Society

Last week, I spent a week of my vacation in southern Utah at a town called Kanab.  Along with three friends from As Good as Gold Golden Retriever Rescue of Northern Illinois (Carol, Jodi, and Robin), I did volunteer work for Best Friends Animal Society, at the animal sanctuary near Kanab.  It was the second time that I visited Best Friends.  Set in the high desert, the sanctuary has a beautiful setting in Angel Canyon.  There are sanctuary areas for dogs, cats, horses and goats, pot-bellied pigs, bunnies and guinea pigs, and wild animals that are either being rehabilitated or are injured and no longer able to live in the wild.  This is one of the outdoor cat enclosures.



My volunteer chores included walking dogs, cleaning dog kennels and run areas, changing the water in all of the dog runs in one section, working with one of the groundskeepers at the cemetery on the sanctuary premises, cleaning bunny enclosures and feeding the bunnies their afternoon treat of romaine lettuce, and socializing dogs that are fearful of humans to help them become more comfortable around people.  In general, we did whatever the animal caretakers needed done.  One of my friends ended up cleaning pigeon coops in the wild bird area (in Chicago, pigeons are viewed as flying rats); another friend washed all of the cat breakfast bowls for one of the cat buildings.  Below is a picture of the Bunny House after I finished cleaning it.


On Monday and Thursday morning, we worked with the groundskeepers (Kurt, Dave, and Lenny) at Angels Rest, the cemetery on the premises.  It is a very spiritual and emotional experience.  When I work there, I feel like I am standing in for the families who placed their beloved pets there.  There are windchimes all over the cemetery - when the wind blows, it sounds like the music of the spheres.


I worked on Tuesday morning in an area called the Fairway, a pair of buildings that houses adult dogs mostly between the ages of 2 and 8 years old.  When I returned to work in the same area on Friday morning, I was surprised to learn that two of the dogs that I had walked on Tuesday had already been adopted. 

In the evening, there was plenty of time to sit outside and enjoy a bottle of wine and talk, or relax with a book. The town of Kanab is very quiet, and we tended to go to bed fairly early, since we were due at the sanctuary by 8:30 to start our work for the day.  The weather was perfect except for the last day we were there.  In October, the weather in Kanab tends to be fairly cool in the morning but warms up quickly as soon as the sun comes up over the mountains, so that by mid-day, it is usually in the upper 70's, and then when the sun goes down, the temperature quickly drops down to the 40's.  On our last day at the sanctuary, it had rained overnight and the morning was cool, clear and sunny.  Carol and I worked at the Fairway in Dogtown, and while we were walking the dogs, we saw wild turkeys, a small herd of deer and a huge jackrabbit near the Fairway buildings.  It was great weather to walk dogs, until we were out with our third pair of dogs.  Suddenly it clouded up and HAIL started to fall.  It didn't last long, just long enough that we were thoroughly cold and wet.

We took a day off in the middle of the week and drove to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, about two hours away from Kanab.  The scenery is breathtaking!  We went out onto a narrow strip of land (which is surrounded by a high fence) to get some great pictures.  I stopped in the gift shop and bought Luke a pair of stuffed burros.  He'll probably tear them apart but it will be 90 seconds of heaven while he does.  I took this picture from the lodge at the North Rim looking across the canyon.


The only negative thing about the trip happened on the second day.  My Golden Retriever Luke began vomiting and having diarrhea.  He was staying with my friend Gail, who took him to the vet at Riser Animal Hospital to get checked out.  His bloodwork was normal, and an x-ray didn't show anything blocking his digestive tract, but Dr. Baukert thought Luke should have an ultrasound anyway, just to be sure, so he sent them off to the specialty clinic in Northbrook.  The ultrasound and MRI were also negative.  After spending the night at the emergency clinic and getting IV fluids and antibiotics, Luke was much better and Gail brought him back home.  It appeared he had just been feeling under the weather and was missing his Mom, and ended up getting himself a little too stressed out.  By the time I arrived home, he was back to normal with the only remnant being a sexy shaved ankle that he is enjoying licking.  Here is Luke with his burro.

 
My foster boy Teddy also had a trip to the vet while I was gone.  His dogsitter wanted to see if the holistic vet could suggest anything to help his skin condition (which is caused by his kidney failure).  The holistic vet gave the dogsitter a bunch of things to try on Teddy's skin, and she tried all of them, including a couple of baths.  Poor Teddy is used to being left alone and not being bothered.  He was exhausted when I went to pick him up, and just about all he has done since he got home is sleep.  He is feeling stronger today.

Best Friends' sanctuary is a beautiful place with dramatic scenery.  Even if you're not interested in spending time volunteering at the sanctuary, you can take a bus tour of the grounds and visit the gift shop in the Welcome Center.  It's a few hours' drive from Las Vegas, so if you're going to be in that area, it is well worth the detour.



Monday, June 11, 2012

Waldo update

Time for the weekly Waldo update:  Waldo is holding steady.  He is eating less that he was right after he started on the mirtazpine, and he has decided that he doesn't like dog food AT ALL.  So I am feeding him whatever he will eat.  Over the weekend, we had good success with cheeseburger macaroni, pizza, and the leftover meat-lovers skillet that I brought home after going out to breakfast on Saturday (I tend to order what I think the dogs would like).  There are some of all of these selections left for the next few days.  Sometimes Waldo likes something one day, but then he won't like it if I give it to him the next day.  Who knows what goes on in those little heads?  Waldo is very thin, but you can't see it because of his coat, which is still very thick.  But I can feel it when I help him stand up.

Otherwise, Waldo is still enjoying his life.  He is sleeping more, and more deeply, but he is glad to see me when I come home.  Sometimes he does his "I've fallen and I can't get up" bark when he wants me to come and give him some attention, especially when he is wanting his tummy rubbed.  He still likes rolling around in the grass out in the yard and stretching out in the sun for a few minutes, and then going and stretching out on the cool stones on the patio.

Waldo rolling in the grass

My niece and two of her girls stopped by last week and thought Waldo was just the cutest little old guy.  They were very sad to hear about his kidney disease but were glad that he is happy for whatever time he has left.

My friend Pat who lost her greyhound Mulder about two weeks ago still doesn't quite know what to do with herself.  She can't get used to how easy it is when you have a healthy normal dog, and when she stopped by yesterday to visit, she told me that she has had sick dogs since she retired about seven years ago.  Sydney, her female greyhound, has grown from a skittish girl to being pretty relaxed.  Mealtimes with Mulder for the last few months were about the dim sum plate, with Pat hoping she could find something he'd want to eat.  Likewise with treats:  sometimes Pat would offer four or five treats before she'd find one that Mulder wanted.  At mealtimes with Sydney, Pat puts her food in her bowl, Syd eats it, and then Syd goes and relaxes.  But the good news is that our Andie of the Cats is retiring in a week (congratulations, Andie!  I'm so jealous!), so Pat will have a playmate very soon.  Everyone needs someone to play with, no matter how old they are.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

A tribute to Mulder

Waldo continues at an even level.  After his vet visit in early May, once he started his new medications, he began eating again and regained much of his joie de vivre.  At first, not knowing what he would feel like eating, I would serve him the appetizer plate at mealtimes:  a little canned dog food, a little protein, some vegetables, and a spoonful or two of some kind of starch.  He was too weak to stand by his bowl and eat, so I would put everything on a sandwich plate and hold the plate for him so he could eat sitting or lying down.  After a few days, he graduated to eating from his bowl if I held it, and then a few days later, to eating on his own from the bowl at his raised feeder.  He is still very thin, which is part of his kidney disease, and it's more difficult than it used to be for him to stand up by himself, especially since he likes to nap on the cool tile floor.  He has a special "I've fallen and I can't get up!" bark when he wants me to come and help him up.  But he is living a happy life and enjoys being spoiled.

Today, instead continuing the stories of my foster dogs, I want to pay tribute to my friend Pat's greyhound Mulder, who crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on Sunday, May 27, 2012.  Mulder was a lovely male brindle greyhound, just one week short of turning 12 years old - his birthday is June 3.  He was a fine figure of a greyhound, tall and shapely, with a tail that hurt like a whip when he wagged it and smacked you across the legs.

Mulder began his life as a racing greyhound, as almost all greyhounds did at that time.  Although he ran 30 races, he was a little too high-strung to be a successful racer and his owners decided to retire him from racing and allowed Greyhounds Only to find him a home where he could live out his life in comfort.  Pat adopted Mulder from GO when he was two years old.  I don't know what made her decide to adopt a greyhound, since she had owned little dogs and cats before Mulder.  I think originally Pat was planning to adopt a Scully as a partner to Mulder.

Most people have a perception that greyhounds are high energy and need a lot of exercise, but shortly after adopting Muldie, Pat learned the truth of the slogan "adopt a greyhound, lose your couch" when Mulder claimed the living room sofa as his own special place.  The worst days of the month for Mulder were the two days after he had his flea and tick treatment in the summer.  The treatment solution is oily, and greyhounds have very little hair, so for the first couple of days after his treatment, Mulder wasn't allowed up on the couch, until Pat wiped off the remaining liquid and Mulder's life returned to normal.  Until then, it was pure torture to be separated from his beloved couch.

In truth, Muldie WAS sort of high-strung:  riding in the car made him nervous, new people and new experiences made him nervous, even the kitchen floor made him nervous.  After Mulder had lived with her for a couple of years, Pat decided to try adopting another rescue greyhound as company for him, thinking it would help Mulder settle down.  Along came Cleo, a beautiful black female greyhound, a few years older than Mulder.  Cleo was more easy-going than Mulder, but she had her quirks too, most notably the ability to stamp her feet when she wanted something.  Not long after Cleo joined the family, Pat learned about another female greyhound named Candy, about the same age as Cleo, that had been returned to Greyhounds Only.  In addition to a bent nose and stomach issues that required her to have a special diet, Candy also had an attitude problem that made her a difficult placement.  But Pat was willing to take on Candy and her special needs, so Candy came to live with them as well, and the pack was complete.  In the racing category, Candy was the pack champion, with over 120 races under her belt, er, collar.

Cleo & Mulder
By this time, Mulder was often referred to as The Baby Boy.  We teased Pat that Mulder was a surrogate for her married son Larry, who lives a few hours south.  It was evident that Muldie had chosen the exact right home for himself, with an easy-going mom who was happy to cater to his every wish as well as the whims of his adoptive sisters.  Pat maintains that Mulder wasn't spoiled, merely indulged.  Her house had become known as the Lazy Grey Ranch, and her large living room looked like a doggie flophouse, with multiple dog beds of various shapes and sizes spread across the floor.

For several years, Mulder lived a calm happy life, especially after Pat retired from teaching and could spend more time at home with him and the girls.  When Pat would go upstairs to sew, or down to the basement to work on her stained glass, the three greyhounds would stand by the stairs and howl in chorus, wanting her to come and be with them (Candy was always the instigator).

When he was around seven or eight years old, Pat noticed a crusty dry patch on Muldie's nose.  On their next vet visit, she pointed out the spot to the vet, who thought they'd better check it out.  The diagnosis came back as lupus, a serious autoimmune disease.  The good news was that Muldie had the type that responded well to steroids to help suppress the immune system response.

The two grey girls had their health problems during these years as well.  Cleo suffered first a stroke, and then a slipped disk in her neck that required emergency surgery.  Thanks to a wonderful veterinary surgeon, Cleo not only walked again but lived several more years.  A short time later, Candy began to limp and was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a bone cancer common in greyhounds, and underwent amputation of the affected leg.  When the cancer recurred, Pat had to let her go to the Rainbow Bridge.  Shortly after losing Candy, Cleo was also diagnosed with osteosarcoma, but because of the stroke and her previous spinal surgery, amputation was not an option for her, and Pat lost Cleo in 2010.

After living with two sick dogs for a couple of years and then losing both canine companions, Mulder became depressed, so Pat once again checked in with Greyhounds Only to see about a possible friend for him.  A black female greyhound name Sydney had recently been returned to them after committing cat-icide.  Although her former adoptive family loved her, it was impossible to keep her separated from their cats.  Syd was shy and skittish and needed a quiet home and a patient human to help her overcome her anxieties.  The Lazy Grey Ranch was just the ticket.  Syd has blossomed under Pat's loving care.

Around the same time, Pat learned that Mulder was in the early stages of liver failure.  Liver disease is another auto-immune disease, so it may have been related to his lupus.

During his last few months, Muldie grew very thin.  Like Waldo's kidney failure, liver failure in dogs is a wasting disease, and Mulder exhibited many of the same symptoms regarding loss of appetite, weight loss, and increased weakness.  As Mulder's illness progressed, he became very fussy about his food.  Pat never knew what he would feel like eating, so she too began to serve him the appetizer plate (which is known as the dim sum plate at the Lazy Grey Ranch).

After their last vet visit, Pat knew that Mulder was in the end stages of liver failure and wouldn't be with her much longer.  This past Sunday morning, she called to say that Muldie hadn't eaten in over 24 hours and was too weak to stand, and that today was the day.  Gail, Andie and I spent the morning with Pat and the greys, and then helped her get Mulder to the emergency veterinary clinic, where she stayed with him until he was safely on his way to the Bridge.

So that is the life story of our dear friend Mulder.  Pat and Syd are adjusting to life with a Mulder-shaped hole in it.  On Memorial Day, Sydney came to visit for the first time with her mom and did very well with Luke and Waldo; she may grow to like this only-dog thing.  For now.  Until another greyhound needs the two of them, either as foster or forever family.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Is that a seal in my yard?

Waldo has been feeling perky for the last few days, eating well and enjoying himself.  He has resumed barking at me when he wants to go outside, come in from the yard, needs help getting up, or just wants me to come into whatever room he is in.  His bark sounds a lot like a seal (hence the name of this post).  Right now, he is willing to eat some of the canned kidney food if I mix it with some regular canned food.  He is also off rice but will eat pasta, so I have been cooking some pasta for him every few days and including about half a cup with his meals along with a little protein to help everything go down.  It's been about three weeks since his last vet visit and he's doing okay, so I'm okay, too.

Back to Waldo's vet appointment:

On May 4, Waldo and I went to the vet for a wellness check.  As Good as Gold's adoption coordinator Barb met us there, since she wanted to see how Waldo was doing.  She had visited him at the clinic when he first came into the rescue program and has a soft spot for him.  Compared to how he had looked back in February and March, Barb thought Waldo was looking really good.  She had one of Waldo's favorite treats in her pocket (organic dried chicken), so she was his new best friend.

When we got inside the clinic, there were three techs plus the two receptionists in the lobby area.  They were all happy to see Waldo but I am sure they were concerned to see how dejected he was looking.  They took Waldo in the back to weigh him, and Barb and I were assigned to an examination room.  Dr. Lewin and one of the techs came in almost immediately with Waldo and did a very gentle exam.  We went over Waldo's symptoms and behaviors over the last few days.  The vet explained that kidney failure is a wasting disease which is why Waldo is experiencing overall weakness, and that the uric acid build up causes ulcers to form in the stomach and the mouth which is probably why Waldo didn't want to eat.  He prescribed an anti-depressant that had the major side effect of increasing appetite, as well as an acid reducer for Waldo's stomach.  He also suggested feeding Waldo baby food, whatever kind he would eat.  He emphasized that we were doing all that could be done for Waldo, and praised the rescue group to the skies that we would take in not only an old dog but a seriously sick dog, and give him such a good quality of life for whatever time he has left.  It was all I could do not to cry in the vet's office.

I took Waldo home, then went out to get his prescription filled and buy some baby food for him.  I got several kinds of baby food since the vet said to feed him whatever kind he would eat.  Although he ate a little baby food that evening, Waldo vomited everything up, including the treat that Barb had given him.  I was really worried about the boy.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Waldo's meet & greet

After his initial adjustment to living with us, Waldo fell into a happy regular lifestyle:  eating well, going for a walk every afternoon with the dog walkers Patty and Jeremy from The Dog Walkers Inc., settling in with me for his nightly subq fluids, barking at me like a seal when he wants my attenion, and co-existing with Luke.  It's not that he and Luke don't get along, he just pretty much ignores Luke - in Waldo's eyes, I am sure that Luke is a young whippersnapper of 7 who has way too much energy and curiosity.

Luke relaxes with a favorite bone

Waldo was even feeling well enough to go to a meet & greet at the local Pet Supplies Plus store in Morton Grove.  Here he is with his friends Miriam and Jerry, two of As Good as Gold's regular meet & greet volunteers.  Miriam was one of the beautiful ladies who stopped by regularly to visit with Waldo when he was staying at Glencoe Animal Hospital back in February and March.

Waldo gets some love from Miriam                         Jerry introduces Waldo to another Golden

More about meet & greets:  a "meet & greet" usually takes place at a local pet supply store or other venue or event, and is an opportunity for the rescue group to distribute information to the community about the group and educational topics such as the importance of spaying or neutering your pets, vaccinations, heartworm protection, and microchipping.  We publicize the events on our website and the sponsoring store or event usually does as well, and we try to get our foster families to bring their foster dogs out to give them some exposure.  People often stop by the location just because they hear that AGaG will be there; our volunteers talk to people who are interested in adopting, thinking about relinquishing their dog, and often to people who have just lost a beloved Golden and need to talk to someone who will understand how they feel.

When Waldo had been living with us for almost two months, he suddenly wasn't as interested in eating as he had been.  He ate his breakfast on Tuesday morning but didn't want any dinner.  On Wednesday morning, he once again ate all his breakfast, so I figured that he had been feeling a little off the day before.  But Wednesday evening, Waldo once again did not want to eat.  I started to wonder if a pattern was developing here.  My friend Pat has a senior greyhound (Mulder) that does not like to eat in the morning, but enjoys his meals in the afternoon and evening.

But on Thursday morning, Waldo did not want to eat anything.  I tried canned dog food, kibble softened in chicken broth, cooked ground beef, chicken - all of which he had happily gobbled up in the past.  But nothing appealed to him.  I thought maybe his mouth was sore again, like it was when he first came to As Good as Gold, so I cooked him some scrambled eggs, always a crowd pleaser in the past.  Nope - not what he was in the mood for.  I was concerned enough to call Glencoe AH.  Waldo's vet was also concerned and scheduled a wellness check for the next day.

Thursdays are my late night to work - the main library is open until 9 p.m. four nights of the week, and everyone has to work a late night.  Right now I'm working Thursday evenings, but it changes every few months.  When Waldo refused even his favorite treats, Beggin Strips (the treats that look like strips of bacon, not the healthiest treat but the dogs love them), I decided it was time to haul out the big guns:  I went to McDonald's and got him a cheeseburger and fries (yes, I know it's not good for dogs, but Waldo is 12 years old with a terminal illness - exactly how long do we think he's going to live?).  But he turned his nose up at everything.

Now I was really worried.

Next:  Waldo's vet appointment

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Waldo is holding steady

Foster guy Waldo is holding steady - still eating well, getting around okay, and still barking at me when he needs help getting up.  He is feeling pretty perky since he is taking the mirtazapine, so perky that I am thinking of sampling one of his pills.   ;-)   He has been waking me up usually twice during the night to go outside.  Due to his weak kidneys, five hours seems to be the longest he can wait to go out to the yard.

He wee'd on one of the runners again yesterday during the afternoon, so that one went in the wash when I came home from work.  It always seems to be the one in the TV room, so I have been shifting them around so that it's not always the same rug that catches it.

More of Waldo's story:

Waldo was still pretty weak when Gail and I took him home after our lesson in giving fluids.  He had to be helped into the car and then helped out at home.  He appeared quite taken aback at first at the size of the yard (not that it's a huge yard or anything).  Although Waldo had several walks during the day while he was at the veterinary clinic, he was mostly inside, so being out in the yard without a leash AND without the hateful cone must have been quite a change for him.

I went in the house to get the camera, and of course Luke wanted to come back outside and meet Waldo.  Now, recently I had gone to a foster seminar, and one of the things that was stressed was that you should NEVER EVER let your own dog meet the foster dog until the foster dog has been in the foster home at least a week.  So when Luke squeezed out the door behind me and ran over to Waldo to make a joyful play bow, I realized once again that I'm a crappy foster home.  (More on that topic in future posts.)

It took Waldo a few days to settle in to living with us.  At first he didn't want to eat the prescription kidney diet food that had been sent home with him, not the dry or the canned.  Luke on the other hand thought the canned K/D was delightful.  After a day of picking at his food, I called Glencoe Animal Hospital to talk to the vet, and was basically told to feed Waldo whatever he would eat.  So I did some research online and developed a "diet" for him of kibble mixed with white rice, cooked vegetables, and one of the protein choices that is easier for dogs with kidney issues to digest.

Waldo also had to adjust to my schedule.  I work full time as a librarian including weekends and evenings.  I was scheduled to work the day after Waldo came home, a Sunday when the dog walker doesn't come to take the boys out.  I confined Waldo (and his cone) to the TV room and when I came home, Waldo had pretty much flooded the room.  Fortunately that is the only time that has happened in the two months that he has been living with us.

Stay tuned for more about Waldo - maybe some more pictures, too.