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Stanley went to the vet yesterday. I’m not saying it was an expensive appointment **cough** but he was worth it.

Notable Notes:

Stanley’s rear end attention was due to clogged anal glands. (I suspected as much, but I will never do another anal gland expression after the one time I did it. Yuck times a million.) Stanley’s anal glands were expressed and some perfume sprayed on the derriere region.

Stanley’s boy parts action is due to the fact that he likes his boy parts.

Stanley has a deformity of his front feet that a lot of small dogs have, like Corgis and Dachshunds. Nothing to be done about it, but he looks like a seal when he sits. When he’s older it may pose a problem, so he should begin now learning proper behavior. No jumping, leaping, etc. Yep, good luck with that. (I did buy him steps for the couch and the bed. Good grief.)

The vet thinks Stanley is about a year old.

The vet has NO clue as to the identity of Stanley’s antecedents.

Stanley weighs 22 pounds which is perfect. He is now on a new kind of food. Royal Canin Indoor Small Dog Food. Seriously? Indoor? He’s on 3/4 cup total per day which includes treats, so we’re going to have to pull back on the “cookies”. Otherwise, we’re going to have the same problem as with Flash – being overweight.

Stanley got a year’s supply of heartworm medication (He tested negative, but the vet wants him to be tested again in six months. Sometimes street dogs don’t test positive right away and the test only determines whether adult heart worms are present.) and six months of Nexguard. Love love a duck that stuff is expensive, but I love how well it works.

We have a mystery. They discovered a second microchip. God’s Dogs evidently didn’t know about the first chip or they wouldn’t have chipped him. That makes me think that Stanley had a home originally and was then abandoned. Y’all, I think in “stories” so I made up that story.  They wrote down the number on the receipt so I have it. I’m in a quandary, however. If I solve the mystery what if it leads to Stanley’s first family and they’ve been looking for him all this time? See what I mean about stories?

John came over yesterday. Stanley growled. I said NO; we did the FOCUS exercise and all was well.

The vet did say that Stanley may have been abused by a man. If so, he might have difficulty with men for the rest of his life. Lovey, my Sheltie, had been abused by a male. She was always terrified of men.

So, it’s the No Tell Motel for me for adult male companionship. 🙂

Oh, another fascinating thing. A guy came into the vet dressed in a green uniform with the Sam Brown belt on complete with gun, nightstick, and flashlight. I am invariably curious about people, so I asked him what branch of the police he was with. He told me that he was a K9 officer and his partner was in to get his teeth cleaned. Let me tell you, that dog – a Malinois – was the most beautiful animal and, of course, perfectly trained.

Stanley was a southern gentleman. They took him to the back to examine him, away from me, since he’d already evinced protective behavior. He was great with them – no nipping. The vet also said that she was surprised how well behaved he was with me since we’ve only been together for 8 days.

Silly Stanley is the goofiest, sweetest thing. He’s no longer on the 30′ lead, but I do put up the baby gates in the kitchen when we’re in there so I don’t have to worry about where he is. He doesn’t have the run of the house yet. That will come in another week or maybe two.

We have to go back in three weeks for boosters for his leptospirosis and influenza vaccines.

As for the vet she’s a lovely woman pretty close to my age (ahem). I really like her because I presented her with a huge list of questions and she answered every single one. Isn’t it nice when that happens?

It finally dawned on me what Stanley looks like when he is on his back with his paws bent and a sweet look on his face. A sea otter!