HAPPINESS DELIVERED

Thanks to a comment yesterday from Dutchess the pug, today I get to show you all the stuff Mr. Chewy sent me. For the record, the box came two whole days earlier than it was supposed to but my Gimpy Brained, China-handed, Benedryl comatose human completely forgot it ever came.

That's right. An entire box of eatables sat unopened for FIVE DAYS. Lucky for my human, it was totally worth the wait. The box was full of so much awesome stuff, I'm not sure where to start. Hmmm. How about these Sojos BACON treats?

Blue = BACON

Before Mr Chewy's, I'd never even seen Sojos and now I get to eat a whole entire box of them. Don't worry, Dutch isn't going to starve or anything. He got his own *pink* box of Sojos. They're peanut butter & jelly, not bacon, but that's what he gets for being such a freak about pink.

Pink = PB&J

When my human was taking these pictures, I made the mistake of telling Dutch he needs to work on the 'eyes up' part of his Jimmy. He hates Nikon so much I totally didn't think he'd listen, but now he's a Jimmying machine and I have to compete with THIS:

Dutch: Jimmy Machine?

Anyway. There was a bunch of other stuff in Mr. Chewy's box. Like treats for the other 999 pugs (grrr), turkey jerky bars, this ginormous bag of body parts and a special snack called Carnivore Crunch I picked out for a Randomizer give away. The website says it's for cats and dogs, so even the kitties can be Randomized!

If you've new and never been Randomized, it's super easy. Just leave a comment between now and 2am (Puglet time), then check back tomorrow to see if you're the lucky winner. Saying nice things about me won't make the Randomizer pick you, but you can do it anyway.

MOBBED

I was so excited to tell you about our trip to the beach that I totally forgot to mention the scary crowd of dancing people we met there. Make that scary, dancing, clapping people. In matching yellow scarves.

Yeah.

If you've never seen a bunch of people dancing around on a beach for no reason, it's kinda freaky. Especially when they all jump at clap at the same time. The whole thing was just way too weird and totally freaked me out.

Until I remembered my friend Horton's dad talking about this really bad TV show called Mobbed where big bunches of people dance around and scare people (technical term: flash mob). I have no idea why anyone would want to do this, but I'm pretty sure the clapping scarf dancers were a flash mob.

It's not everyday you see a scary flash mob, so of course my human made me supermodel with them. And of course everyone stopped dancing when they saw me strike a pose for Nikon. Horton's dad never explained what happens when the mob stops dancing so I was really worried about what they might do next.

But when the dancing and clapping stopped, the mob wasn't scary at all. They were just a whole lot of normal people (in matching yellow scarves) who thought I was cute and wanted to pet me.

PUG HIGH

Well, the juju worked it's magic again and my human's China-sized hand was almost normal size when it came time to shoot pugs Saturday morning. She says the prednisone shot, 24-hour steroid cream glove sauna, and antibiotics might have had something to do with it... but I know and you know it was the juju.

The whole Lupus scare/China-hand thing was crazy stressful for my human so she was really happy to wake up on Saturday with a good hand. We usually hike with the cows on Saturdays, so I wasn't exactly happy when she packed up Nikon and took off without me...

2 of 999

Or when she came home hours later, smelling like 13 stranger pugs. And I definitely wasn't happy when the same thing happened again on Sunday. But then I noticed how happy my human was. I mean, like HAPPY. A "pug high", she called it. And even though I'd much rather be #1 than #1/1000, there's nothing better than a crazy-happy human.

Especially when that crazy-happy human is feeling a little guilty for ruining your weekend and takes you to the beach to play fetch and pose for Nikon, even though her hand is kinda puffy again and she's all tired and achy from hours of pug yoga.

Happiness happens.

We go to the beach all the time but something made this trip even better than usual. It might have been the supernice weather, or the new squeaky tennis ball my human bought for me. But I'm kinda thinking maybe it was the pug high. And if things are this good after only 24 pugs or whatever, 2012 is going to be the best year ever.

DR. MACGUYVER

Ok. First the good news: juju kicked butt again. All the tests they ran on my human's blood and pee came back totally normal. I wasn't allowed to to tell you this before because we didn't want to freak anyone out, but the stupid hand vet thought my human had something called Lupus. I don't really know what Lupus is and the HV didn't really explain it to my human either, but Google says it's not a great thing to have.

Normal = no scary Lupus.

Now, the not-so-good news. The magic prednisone didn't make my human's hand any better. Neither did the benedryl that put her into a coma for most of yesterday. Google is convinced it's an infection or something called cellulitis, so my human asked the HV for antibiotics. The HV said no because her white blood cells are happy and said the next step is IV prednisone, not antibiotics.

My human didn't like this plan. Especially since Google's doctors say you can totally have this cellulitis thing and still have happy white blood cells. But she couldn't get an appointment with a different vet until Monday, so last night she pulled a total MacGuyver and took medicine into her own, uh, hands.

She used the blue gloves that were supposed to make prednisone cream work better to make an overnight hand sauna filled with antibiotic goo. She also took some pills left over from my honking cough because Google's doctors says they're the exact same stuff real doctors give people with infected hands.

I'm probably not supposed to be telling you any of this because it totally makes my human sound like a nutjob, but the real life doctors weren't helping and she kinda needs her hand to shoot pugs tomorrow. My friend Tiffy's mom says desperate times call for desperate measures and I'm pretty sure that's why my human is acting like a crazy person.

After | Before

What's even crazier is my human's hand is more than halfway better now. Seriously. Her Nikon finger still isn't 100% happy, but it's way better than it was and other ones don't look like snausages anymore. She called the HV's office and told them pug drugs totally helped and asked if she could please have some antibiotics now.

They put her on hold for a long time, then gave her a special appointment with a Skin Vet today at 11:00. Will keep you posted....

* * * Skin Vet update * * *

My human says ginormous thanks for being so awesome and helpful and quick with the juju. Her visit with the Skin Vet went much MUCH better. This guy actually talked, looked at her hand a lot and only typed a tiny bit at the very end when it was time to order drugs. Lots of drugs.

The SV isn't 100% sure what the heck is going on with the hand, but he's mostly sure it's an allergic reaction (technical term: contact dermatitis) with the beginnings of an infection. He said the prednisone my human took wasn't enough to help a pug, so he gave her more of that. The cream the HV gave her was also the wrong kind, so now she has 2 creams.

My human was kinda afraid what the SV would say about her Google diagnosis & taking pug drugs, but he agreed with Google and said antibiotics are a good idea with this kind of thing because it can spread into your blood and really make things bad. He laughed (and kinda winced) about the pug drugs part, so now my human has her own antibiotic pills the size of China.

The SV told my human to rest, ice and glove-sauna her hand for the rest of the day, so she's pulling the plug on my thumb access. But I can still read, even without her stupid thumbs.

THE HAND VET

Hey everybody, sorry for not ever being here yesterday. My human's trip to the Hand Vet lasted FOREVER and when she finally did get home, she talked on the phone for awhile then went to sleep.

I don't know what happened at the HV, exactly, but I do know it wasn't good. My human said the dude looked at her hand, said like 10 words and spent the rest of the time typing on the computer.

My human was *convinced* the HV was asking Google questions about her hand, so she asked if there's some sort of special Google for doctors. The HV said he wasn't asking Google questions, he was ordering tests. Lots and lots of tests. And xrays. And special doctors. He didn't really explain why, just said that what's going on with my human's hand isn't a bite, infection or allergy. But it is "very unusual" so they need more information.

Of course my human didn't like this answer and said she wanted more information. But the HV didn't really give her any. He said we won't know anything until the tests come back. She told him she wants drugs while they're waiting for the tests, so he gave her some of that magic/scary prednisone stuff.

And that's all I know. They sucked a gallon of blood out of my humans arm, made her pee in a cup (?!) and now we wait. My human is trying not to use her hand & one-handed typing sucks, so I won't be commenting all that much. But we will be reading.

If you have any juju left, please send it to my human's hand. I really think it could use it.