So while I was taking pictures of Tucker waiting for his mama to finish laying down his cheese trail, I got a closeup of his collar, prominently featuring his Boomerang tag. Specifically, this is the Boomerang CollarTag, which is a sturdy stainless steel plate engraved with up to four or five lines of text, depending on the size of the tag. They slip on to the collar and then pretty much stay put; they don’t jingle, they don’t hang from a little metal loop, and as far as I can tell they never wear out. (This one is about six years old.)
Of course, if the dog loses his collar he loses his tag, but other than that these tags aren’t going anywhere. In fact they’re pretty difficult to get off even when you’re trying to remove them.
So yesterday, I went to the park with my wife and Tucker to help with Tucker’s scenting; and by “help” I mean I sat and held Tucker’s lead while my wife went around laying a trail of mozzarella bits and hiding a sock full of string cheese, which is the “jackpot” at the end of the trail. (Also, I “helped” by discouraging her from marking the trail with flour, on the theory that after we left, somebody would come along, see the flour, think it was anthrax or ricin or something, and call in a HazMat team. I think I annoyed her a little, but at least she isn’t going to get carted off to jail.)
Anyway, my job was pretty easy. Sit. Stay. Good boy. Tucker’s job was a little harder.
A while back, our vet suggested trying to get video of Tucker’s symptoms so that we could show it to the neurologist, who never got a really good look at them. (He just saw a few light twitches, so mild that he wasn’t even sure they were a symptom of anything.) The other day, we finally got some halfway decent footage. This is Tucker just after getting home from doing scent work:
He got his soloxine late because he was out unusually late doing his scenting. It’s not clear that his twitching is actually related to the low thyroid, though, as the pills have brought him back into the normal range and he’s been there for some time. Anyway, if anyone has any thoughts as to what this might be, we’d love to hear them.
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog today we went to fiesta iland in the mithical sitty of sandy eggo for a vizsla meetup (trixie came too even tho she is not a vizsla thats so us vizslas cud hav sumbuddy to luk down on) we had a lot of fun ther wer at leest ten other vizsla dogs their besides me and my brudder tucker the other vizsla dog sum wer small sum wer larj sum wer puppees and sum wer old men (*koff* tucker *koff*) ther wer a kuple of boy vizslas ther that havnt been to the vetnamese place for noodels yet and trixie was reel flirty with them i had no ideea my sister wuz such a trollop
i thawt i wood be able to run sirkles arownd tucker since he is so old and feebul and i hav so much enerjy now but insted he is still faster and mor manoovrable then me i gess he wuz having a gud day i think mama is giving him illisit performans enhansing drugz he duznt hav the endoorans ennymore but he still has the mooves i will hav to go to mor ajility classes and sumday i will be abel to beet him until then at leest i can always stay ahed of trixie ha ha ok bye
