For those of you who don't know, Donkey is not an actual donkey, he is a neurotic, obsessed-with-Rachel, 8 year old Weimaraner.
Now when the infamous Donks came to live at the house, it was temporary, until my roommate and I could find him a home.
That was 2 1/2 years ago, and one "returned-from-rehome" later.
I have never known a dog like Donkey. He is crazy, sweet, clumsy. He entertains daily with improvised routines. You just cant help but love the big oaf, or Donkey The Dinosaur, as I like to call him.
Well Donks had to go to the vet yesterday because he appeared to be in discomfort, as he lumbered around in a very non-Donkey manner.
Upon physical examination, the vet determined, "Donkey has symptoms pointing to his neurologic system."
Oh really? I dragged the 75 pound silver ball of panting nerves to the vet for THAT diagnosis?! HA! I chuckled thinking - I could have saved myself a hundred bucks - I already know Donkey is crazy!
But then the vet went on to say Donkey's symtoms are consistant with degenerative disc/spinal disease and he could eventually lose control of his backend. She feels his symptoms are mild right now, and I am hoping it remains that way for years to come, because carting his lame jackass around in a wheel barrel is going to take some serious working out on my part. I'll gladly do it though... for me and my Donkey!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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Maybe you can get him one of those "Little Rascal" things you see advertised on TV. If Donk's medicare won't pay he can get it for free!!
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