Learning Stairs

Poor Mr. Pibbs. My parents have a flight of stairs and no elevator.

Looks like someone is getting the point of going down stairs after much coercion.

The Mirror

Pug puppies and mirrors.  What I was expecting is pretty standard for pugs:

Mr. Pibbs, though, just doesn't care:

So while this may be a little less entertaining, this just means that Mr. Pibbs is a much calmer pug than others.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that!

Long Day

Bath time again

Today was a day we decided to play in the mud in the cold. So we had to get a bath afterwards...

The resulting picture shows how much we liked that.

Bones!

Today Mr. Spoiled (i.e. Mr. Pibbs) received a 3-pack of bones in the mail, since I needed a few other items from Amazon.  He really didn't know what to do with these at first.

Eventually he calmed down and figured out how to chew on his bone.  If I knew that this is all that I needed to dissuade his insanity, I would have purchased 20 of these teething bones when I first got him.  Now I can finally work at the computer for a bit without Mr. Pibbs giving me guilty eyes.

Now he's figured out how to chew his bone...

Right now he really loves the blue dental bone.  I'm a little wary of letting him really chew on the edible bone, so I try to play with him when he has that one.  But this blue dental bone is honestly keeping him entertained for hours at time--I really no longer matter when it's blue bone playtime.

... and now he cannot stop. At least he's not chewing the furniture.

Mister Pibbs goes to work

Mr. Pibbs went to my work yesterday. He received a lot of love from my coworkers, which made work not such a bad place for him.

Hiccups

I finally caught a video of Mr. Pibbs hiccuping.  He's really quiet when he does it, but he does make a little noise.

Mister Pibbs would like to say...

Hello!

Tapeworm

Alright--no photos of the actual tapeworm (I promise).  But I noticed some rice-like things appearing in Mr. Pibbs' crate after he would sleep there overnight.  I didn't think anything of it, since I recently washed and dried his bed.  It wasn't until yesterday when he was starting to have unpredictable BMs that something had to be up.  His final yield for the night produced part of the culprit--a tapeworm.

I'll admit at this point I didn't know it was a tapeworm, so I thought it was a lot worse than "just" a tapeworm.  So I called the vet this morning and took him in for an appointment, along with a few poop bags and the "rice."  The staff at the clinic, once they got over the fact that the famous Mr. Pibbs was coming for a visit, got a good laugh after me admitting that I felt weird a) talking about my dog's poop, and b) then giving them a bag of dog poop.  Needless to say, the vet looked at the worms and the dried bodies of the worms (the rice-like items in the crate) and knew instantly that Mr. Pibbs has tapeworm.

Fast-forward to lunch, Mr. Pibbs gets spoiled and now gets to have a mixture of his usual food along with Dave's 95% premium chicken wet food so that we can give him the Panacur powder and know he's eating it.  Honestly, I have never seen him happier with the challenge of emptying his food bowl.

Mr. Pibbs, actually enjoying his medicine.

Update: So apparently I don't know how to feed a dog canned dog food and I fed him way too much. He's happy with his normal dry dog food, so I need to try to stick with that the best I can.  Poor guy.

Mr. Pibbs refusing to finish his second day of the tapeworm course.