Doctor Dewey ta the Rescue

Hi ya bloggies,

I tell ya that it seems like we never get ta post anymore and that is of course the fault of "Ya know who"....'n that's not me, Dewey Dewster. I'll give ya a hint....she's old 'n crabby... 'n in big trouble fer not helpin' us update our blog.......ya can supply the name.....hint over.

Well, nothin' much happens around here but lately we did have a spot of excitement.......quite a bit of excitement....'n all because of Toby.

Toby is a "Noodle Brain"........'n I bet ya all know what that is, cause that term has been around the block 'n back again.

We were up ta the cottage....'n Pap was cuttin' up a small tree that he cut down fer firewood.

Now Toby likes ta push around big stones with his nose....'n yep it tears it up pretty bad when he does that......'n he likes ta push around logs too.

So this time when he was pushin' around the log, he musta got his nose caught up in the bark....which I am sure ya all know can be pretty rough.

Well, Pap stopped ta look at 'em cause he was runnin' around chasin' us with blood runnin' outta his face like nothin' happened. Pap looked at him real close 'n he had ripped a big chunk outta his nose and it was bleedin' like wildfire.

It was off ta the vet ta have it looked at. Now ya may remember a few years ago when me 'n Toby tangled with a porcupine who stabbed us nearly ta death. That happened on a holiday weekend night  'n Gram 'n Pap had ta rush us ta a vet far away cause the one in Titusville was off.

Fortunately this time it was early enough that Gram could get Toby in before the vet closed....'n she was thankful fer that. Toby had ta go inta surgery 'n get his nose sewed up and when he came out, he looked like this.

Pretty nasty lookin' ain't it? Why I figure that what little brains Toby has were seepin' out that hole in his nose......yes siree....'n if that happened, we were all in fer trouble......pure trouble.

Now that vet doctor said that Toby had ta wear this horrible contraption fer 10 ta 14 days so he didn't knock out those nose stitches.

Did ya ever see anythin' so ridiculous as this, I ask ya.

 Why poor Toby had trouble keepin' his head up with that contraption on.

It's called an Elizard Collar or somethin'......sheer torture fer sure.....

'N he looked pitiful.... I tell ya, pitiful.

There wasn't any way he could keep that on fer 2 weeks....

no way at all.

Gram 'n Pap watched 'em....then took it off....

'n he didn't bother his nose at all so they left it off.

I bet that nose was sore....yes siree.......fer sure........

Anyway, Toby survived another disaster....

'er a near disaster......

but I thought that I'd check 'em out once we got back home again.

So I got out my spectacles 

....'n my stethoscope....

 'n got Toby ta lie  down.....

Nearly had ta drug the little scatter brain, I did....

ta get 'em ta hold still.

Didn't he know this was important ?

I was listenin' fer a heartbeat but I tell ya I only heard a clock tickin'...

clank, clank, clank......

a sick clock at that.....

I checked my medical manuals ta see if I could pinpoint his problems......

ya always want ta research somethin' thoroughly.....

before ya do somethin' ya might regret later.

I think I figured out just what Toby needs.......

It just may be outta my area of expertise......

After readin' many chapters.......

I discovered......

Toby needs.......

A brain transplant.......

No doubt becuz his brain has left the buildin'.......

I actually heard the sound of the ocean when I checked his head......

Neon sign sayin' "VACANCY"

So here I sit tryin' ta figure out if I should tell Gram 'n Pap what kind of operation Toby needs......

'Er if I should just keep that information........

Right ta myself......

What do ya think?

This is Dewey Dewster reportin' on a near fatal mishap that Toby had....OK.....maybe I exaggerated a bit there but ya get the idea. Doctor Dewey ta the rescue again. See ya all in surgery !

We are OK

Hello ta All,

We just wanted ta say that we are all OK and home now. But the computer we had with us crashed and so we couldn't update the blog. I Dewey, had to go back to the vet on Saturday cause I still was feelin' puny and Gram got some pain pills, antibiotics and a tranquilizer fer me. There are still quills comin' outta me but I don't want anyone ta pull 'em so they'll just have ta work out on their own. But in case Gram 'n Pap want ta ty that's what the tranquillizer is fer.

Now we get home 'n the wireless router isn't workin' well 'n so Gram has ta fool with it. Aw, the wonders of technology........

As soon as we can, we'll update everythin'......

But gee guys....thanks fer visitin' 'n thinkin' of us.....Pap says he's gonna try 'n trap 'n shoot any porcupines that come near our cottage.....they're nasty buggers fer sure.......


Oh, since we won't be updatin' fer maybe a few days, we just wanted ta post this lovely Get Well Card we got from Koobie....thanks a bunch Koobie....we love ya and yer poetry too !!!!!
(click on it ta make it bigger)





Dewey Dewster here.......

Happy Barkday ta Toby..... Part II- Barkday Disaster

Hello ta all.....

We're still at the cottage and I wanna tell ya me 'n Toby aren't feelin' too well as of late.....well, Toby feels better 'n me right now but he wasn't doin' too good lately either.....

After the Barkday party 'n eatin' our yummy cake...we went up ta Uncle Donny's cottage ta chase around the crab apples like we love ta do in the evenings. Uncle Donny is at his cottage right now so we visited fer a spell with him....'n it was gettin' ta be pretty dark. Gram and Pap were standin' there talkin 'n talkin' when we shoulda been walkin' and walkin' and so we got bored and saw somethin' in the trees just off the driveway. We went in ta see what it was.....Can ya guess what it was??????


See that??? That's a PORCUPINE.....

"n we don't like 'em around here...cause this is our space...'n not his space....why he's an intruder fer sure...... yes siree...'n he needed ta be taught a lesson...our space here....his space somewhere else......
Porcupines are rodents with a coat of sharp spines, or quills, that defend them from predators. Most porcupines are about 25–36 in (630–910 mm) long, with an 8–10 in (200–250 mm) long tail. Weighing between 12–35 lb (5.4–16 kg), they are rounded, large and slow. Porcupines come in various shades of brown, grey, and the unusual white. The name "porcupine" comes from Middle French porc d'épine "thorny pig". Porcupines' spiny protection resembles that of the distantly related Erinaceomorph hedgehogs and more distantly related Monotreme Echidnas.

All defend themselves with hair modified into sharp spines. Porcupines' quills or spines take on various forms, depending on the species, but all are modified hairs coated with thick plates of keratin, and they are embedded in the skin musculature. Old World porcupines (Hystricidae) have quills embedded in clusters, whereas in New World porcupines (Erethizontidae) single quills are interspersed with bristles, underfur, and hair.

Porcupine quills are as sharp as needles, detach very easily, and will remain embedded in an attacker. Unlike needles, however, the quills of New World porcupines have microscopic, backwards-facing barbs on the tip that catch on the skin making them difficult and painful to extract, though they must be removed. Quills are about 75 millimetres (3.0 in) long and 2 millimetres (0.079 in) wide. If a quill becomes lodged in the tissues of a would-be attacker, the barbs act to pull the quill further into the tissues with the normal muscle movements of the attacker, moving up to several millimeters in a day. Predators have been known to die as a result of quill penetration and infection. Quills are still capable of penetrating animals and humans even after death. [1] Quills are released by contact with them or they may drop out when the porcupine shakes them, they are not sprayed out.

Know what??? We didn't want that porcupine ta be there and so we tried ta get it ta go away....actually we tried ta kill it and we did.......but if ya read about what that animal does ta defend itself.....you'll understand why then we looked like this.......

And Toby looked like this......
My Mom got inta the fight at the end and so she didn't have many quills in her and while Gram was inside makin' arrangements fer an emergency visit ta the vets, Uncle Donny and Pap pulled the quills outta her with a pair of pliers. Gram and Pap took us all ta the vet in Franklin, Pa which takes about 45 minutes ta get ta from the cottage. The Vet had ta put me 'n Toby under anesthetic ta get the quills outta us. Here's Toby after he was de-quilled and still groggy from the anesthetic..... we had ta get shots of antibiotic too ta make sure we didn't get any infection later.

I was under the anesthetic here and the Vet was pullin' out those horrible quills.....
And then I got ta rest just like Toby while I was still groggy.......

Oh, woe is me.....woe is me......I felt terrible after that anesthetic wore off....feelin' right puny and just tired. I took ta my sick bed. Gram had ta feed me by holdin' my bowl fer me and my water too. She made popcorn last night and I wanted some but was just too sick ta get up. Gram brought me some.

I'm still am usin' my sick bed taday.....my one foot hurts and I don't want ta use it. So what's the good part about all this????? The PORCUPINE IS DEAD!!!!! We killed it!!!!!!

Gee, I sure hope I remember that good part until I feel good enough ta get up and play again....

This is Dewey Dewster reportin' from my sick bed outside Titusville, Pa............