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Just when you think you’re in the clear…. BAM!


Saved by Magical Cheese

Hi All,

I was looking forward to a nice uneventful few final days of the boys’ summer vacation. No more trips! No more Doggy Jail Central! No more haircuts! I should have known it was too good to be true.

I don’t know what the big deal was about really. I had an itch on my belly area and so I licked it. It itched a little more, so I licked it again and maybe a few more times after that.

The next thing I knew, Mama was turning me over on my belly and looking at my tummy OVER her glasses. (She always does that when she really wants to see something) I’m thinking….Come on Ma… give a Pup a little privacy!

She yelled to my Dad, “Opie’s got a rash!”

Now, the whole family was looking at my belly. Looking — not rubbing, looking! I don’t mind exposing my belly as long as I get a good scratch. And my belly was really, really itchy.

(This picture is actually of his rash AFTER he’s had his medication. It looked much angrier than this, but we were all too grossed out to take a photo)

Mama went to the pet store and came back with some “Hot Spot” spray. I hate anything in a spray bottle so I did what comes naturally. I hid under the coffee table. Of course, this was only a moderately effective hiding place. They sprayed me. I’ll admit this stuff relieved my itch for about 2 minutes. They tried to keep me drenched in this stuff most of the day. It was about as effective as my hiding place. I was itchy AND wet all day. Misery!

Of course, I continued to lick and now everyone kept trying to stop me. Michael grabbed my snout and pulled it out from under my hind leg. Dad even got in the act. He scratched my head and behind my ears until I was almost unconscious. Gregory tried teasing me with my favorite snake toy. It looked like it might be a lot of fun, but my itch kept urging me to stop and lick. It started to get really annoying. I discovered that my eye itched too. I started rubbing my face on the carpet and doing my “grass break dancing”. Usually, I do my “grass break dancing” outside on the grass in some odorous patch of earth. This time I needed to wiggle and scratch on the carpet which only smells like that vacuum cleaner monster.

While I was trying to wiggle my way to some relief, Mama was looking at me with a huge frown on her face. The next thing I knew she had her phone out texting. Mom never texts! She put the phone down and in about 2 minutes the phone rang. She read the text, texted something back and yelled, “I’m going to the drug store for some Children’s ‘Benny Drill’ ” I wondered who “Benny Drill” was.

It turns out she texted her sister-in-law who has a little dog who weighs even less than I do and flies all over the country. Mom was asking about the proper dosage for this “Benny Drill.”

(Yes, I know there’s been a recall of this product, but the manufacturer says it was not recalled due to any toxicity issue. Besides, this is a box we’d been using since the beginning of the summer with no ill effects)

A few hours later Mom came into the house with all sorts of stuff. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a whole bunch of cheese sticks.

I didn’t see this “Benny Drill” person. This was good, because I was a little too busy licking to give him a proper barking welcome!

I know what you’re thinking fellow doggers. You’re thinking that this is one of those itchy stories where I talk about how bad my itch was. Well it was bad, but there’s a happy ending. It ends with the most wonderful thing a dog can want (besides your own personal infinite supply of T-bone steaks!)

What could it be? You ask?

Cheese, fellow doggers!

Cheese – Wonderful – Cheese!

The cheesiest loveliest cheese!

And I’m going to take a risk and say it —


Laugh if you want to, but that cheese cured my itch. Mama gave me a really nice big cheese ball. Oh, it was so delicious I started to forget about my itch. In fact, after awhile, I stopped itching at all! I was a little drowsy, but hey it’s my job to nap! I take it very seriously!

Every once and a while the itch would come back, but Mama seemed to know when it would happen. She had a cheese treat all ready for me just as my belly started to heat up again.

Doggers, the cure for my itch was this wonderful MAGIC CHEESE!

My cheese treats and the itch continued from Saturday and all day Sunday. I was actually starting to like my itch! I NEVER get cheese!

However, today, I went to the vet. I don’t know why. The Cheese was doing a heck of a job! While we were there, I could feel my itch starting up again, but I hadn’t had my cheese treat for the day. I sniffed Mama’s purse. It was starting to get really bad. I gave her “The Look”. She just petted me on the head. I was just about to start licking when the vet nurse told us to go back to the examination room.

The lady we saw wasn’t my usual vet, but she was very nice. She had a nice soft voice like mama and she seemed to really love me instantly. We doggers can tell. She was so nice to me that I’m a little embarrassed by that initial growl I gave her. She never stuck me with a needle although she did stick a thermometer up my butt. But she was so fast I hardly noticed. We were in there just little while. She gave Mama a lot of bottles and then we went home. I was hoping the doctor might have some cheese for me, but they only had little bone treats. Tasty, but they did NOTHING for my itch. I would have licked myself all the way home, but Mama distracted me with the window. I stuck my head out the window and almost forgot about my itch.

I was a really good boy at the vet. I didn’t bark at anyone, or pee on the floor or growl….much.

So guess what fellow doggers? When I got home, I got TWO cheese balls. Oh and they were just as delicious at the other cheese balls. I didn’t feel very drowsy, but my itch was a lot less than it was before. I didn’t feel like licking not licking. In fact I feel pretty good.

Well hopefully the itch won’t be coming back anytime soon. But I saw Mom in the kitchen cutting up cheese sticks. I think I’m going to be in CHEESE HEAVEN fellow doggers!


Note from Opie’s Mom.

The Vet okayed a low dose of Benadryl to stop the itch until we could come in to the office. What she didn’t tell us, but we already know is that Childrens Benadryl has been recalled, but it was a voluntary recall. Johnson and Johnson says that the medicine is still safe. We also know that too much Benadryl can stop a dog’s heart. I decided to err on the side of caution gave Opie ¼ of a tablet. He only weighs 16 pounds. It seemed to work well, but we didn’t want to keep doing this. The Benadryl has been stopped, and he’s now on his prescription medication.

Opie has Pyoderma, which is really a general fancy term for a skin infection caused by flea bites, an allergy or other underlying cause. We don’t have any idea yet what has caused what must be an allergic reaction. Opie doesn’t have any fleas. He’s been on Revolution, and it works very well for him. Both the vet and I combed his fur looking for the evil little monsters. The Vet suspects that something harmful is blooming in my yard. That’s possible. However, I suspect the wet version of his dog food that we started him on a few weeks ago, or maybe he’s allergic to greenies. We’re stopping the wet food. I looked up Pyoderma on the internet and it WILL recur if we don’t find out what’s giving him the reaction. Opie will just have to make do with boiled chicken breast mixed with his kibble. Poor little hound dog.

In the mean time just for fun… here’s Opie’s “Cheese Schedule” We’ve posted it so that his feather brained parents can keep track of his medication.

He’s had his first doses as you can see. He’s already feeling better and he hasn’t licked his belly once since we gave him his “Magic Cheese” If those reading have any ideas about what might be the culprit, feel free to post your ideas. We’re feeling optimistic that we can make Opie a lot more comfortable, but we’d like to know what’s causing the problem in the first place. It might be plant life. There were three dogs and their mamas in the waiting room at the vet – all with mysterious belly rashes. We all got the same medicine — Antibiotic for the infection and Prednisone for the itch, and we all live in the same area. Opie also managed to give himself a little pink eye type thing, so he’s got antibiotic drops for a gooey left eye.


Opie’s “Magic Cheese” Schedule


Home Again Home Again Jiggety Jig!

Hello Fellow Doggers!

I’ve been sprung from Doggie Central! I’m home. Mama and Daddy came home early!

They were so eager to see me that they decided to cut their little trip short. ( It had nothing to do with the fact that their hotel had ants and they’d already changed rooms twice, that they’d seen all there was to see at the Sequoia National Forest, that Mama was sick to death of driving up and down winding Mountain roads with death as a certainty drop offs! It had nothing to do with any of that!)

Here I am Home again!

I’m exhausted! Daddy’s giving me a much needed scratch behind the ears and it’s just heavenly!

Well, I made it fellow doggers. I want to thank you for your support during my jail travail.

Honestly, I don’t know what I would have done without you. Yes, I was the Alpha over there, but I’d rather be the low man on the totem pole here at home.

Well, I’m sleepy again. I’ll be sleeping a lot for a little while.

Catch you later,


Parolee #007

Day 2 — Letters from a Doggie inmate

Hi all,

It’s me prisoner, I mean, guest #007 at Doggie Central.

I passed a quiet night here at Doggie Central. Interestingly enough, I seem to have graduated from the super small dog size of the place to the medium sized dog side of the place.

I don’t really mind. I just hope Mama can find me when she goes on the webcam.

If she finds me, she might find me showing everyone who is boss.

She might even catch me getting my Bone tattoo on my belly. I’m getting a nice meaty looking one. I had to trade the Dachshund 2 greenies for it, but I think it will be a rockin’ cool tat! It makes me look tough. Not that I’m not tough! I am very, very tough!

This is the really good side of the place. We have a direct route outside. As you can see, some of my subjects are cavorting outside. I like being able to go in and out at will. Obviously, only the very best dogs can be trusted like this.

Unfortunately, the pug has been placed in solitary confinement. They found his tunnel. Poor mutt! It’s too bad. But if you do the crime, you have do the time! I can hear him whining about his innocence.

Dude, they caught you with your paws in the drywall! Enough already!

I have a new cell mate! You can see him in the picture – the beagle taking a nap on the yellow platform. He’s very cool. He howls all night! That’s why he’s sleeping now. I don’t mind too much. He doesn’t sound like Johnny Cash. He’s more of a Kurt Cobain type singer. He makes me feel a little home sick – my hu-brother Gregory is a Nirvana fan.

I asked one of the dogs about the place that Mom, Dad and the boys went to. He’s been. He says I’m not missing too much. It’s a national park and while dogs are allowed, he’s not keen on any place where he might have to wear a bear bell. I know what a bell is. But what’s a bear? I’ve asked all the dogs in here.None of us know.

I’ll have to ask Mama when she comes back.  Maybe it’s a new breed of squirrel.

If any of you guys can explain what a bear is, please let me know. I really like to be up on my squirrel knowledge.

Anyway, I’ve got to run fellow doggers. It’s chow time, and they always over feed me. Tee Hee!

Sniffs and Licks,


Inmate #007

Michael Vick – Why don’t you just shut the “H” UP!

Hi Guys,

This is Opie’s Mom. I usually don’t blog about unhappy things. Usually, we’re just a happy go lucky little dog blog because we’re a happy go lucky family. But this morning I opened up my computer read about that Putz Michael Vick! I’m trying to put the flames out on my hair right now!

Be warned – this is a rant!

Now, I thought this was a dead issue. He’s a rotten guy, not a role model. He did his time in prison. He’s had to do some things to rehabilitate his image. He’s attempted to say he’s remorseful for his dog fighting. We all knew it was a load of dog poo, but at least we could forget about him and move on to happier news.

Well, here he is again. This time it’s “People don’t understand where I come from…. Whine, whine, whine.” Fine! Whine about it. I don’t care, but then he drops his “culture bomb.”

Here’s the bomb:

Incredibly enough, Vick then made himself out to be some kind of innocent victim in the whole sordid episode.

“I think that’s accurate,” he told Leitch, when asked if some people couldn’t possibly understand that part of black culture. “I mean, I was just one of the ones who got exposed, and because of the position I was in, where I was in my life, it went mainstream. A lot of people got out of it after my situation, not because I went to prison but because it was sad for them to see me go through something that was so pointless, that could have been avoided.”

This is from the article. Here’s the URL so you can read this garbage for yourself and tear your hair out.

I protest. Dog fighting as part of black culture? Hold On! I’m African American.

I grew up in the ghetto of South Dallas! The Klan used to have marches in Dallas when I was little. There are still parts of town my Mom won’t set foot in.

Dog Fighting? Dog Fighting? DOG FIGHTING!!!!!!!

Okay – here’s the deal. Do Not — I repeat Do Not hang that in the “Black Culture Bin” Absolutely Not. To be absolutely accurate, you can see that Vick didn’t actually bring up that reference, but his answer confirms his belief in it. He didn’t say, “No that’s not part of Black culture!” He rolled right along with this –well dare I say it – RACIST comment! Then to add insult to injury, he appoints himself the savior of those “A lot of People” who now have gotten out of dog fighting. PULEEZE!

Most – no — every black person I know is or would be horrified to have that rotten thing hung on our culture. So, Michael Vick Shut Up!

Don’t try and blame the murder of innocent dogs on your culture. That’s just oh… this is a family blog…. (Just think to yourself of every blue word you ever heard – that’s exactly what’s in my head! He burns me completely up! )

Here it is: Be a man and place the blame where it lies – on your own poor choices. I know lots of people –of different ethnicities — that grew up poor and underprivileged. Oh and Gee whiz, I even know some poor white folks, too. They made choices in their lives that usually did not include harming innocents. They didn’t bet or participated in dog fights. Gee, what did they do? I don’t know? – Went to school, got jobs, went to church, got married, worked like crazy to make certain their kids had a better life. They didn’t dog fight, cock fight or race turtles. The worst thing anyone did that I know was play a little poker, dominoes or bridge, watch a little nascar, watch the football games on major holidays and maybe participate in football pool about it.

Last time I checked no animals were killed in any of these activities. I think PETA would agree with me!

It burns me up when a whole culture is blamed for one individual’s bad judgment, poor moral set point, and evil nature. The choices of individuals do not paint an entire culture. Logic of this sort is the foundation of racism!

Poor you – Just like millions of other poor kids you had it rough. Grow a set Mike.

Own you own idiocy. Don’t pull Black culture into it. Don’t even pull your economics into it!

I am an African American woman. My parents were not rich. We lived in the ghetto. The family behind our house kept horses, chickens and pigs. I fed the horse apples when my Mama wasn’t looking. We grew up with dogs. Not one of them was ever “fought”. My GSD used me like a chew toy sometimes, but he loved me. I learned from him that dogs can purr if you scratch behind their ears just right. I had a bull dog too—same lesson. My poodle taught me that black dogs CAN jump! My dogs taught me about unconditional love and compassion. My grandmother kept Pekinese – Yes, the Ancient Chinese used to raise them to fight lions, but Snowball and Caesar enjoyed a good game of fetch and head scratches. I don’t believe my grandmother ever used them to fight the local lions! Angel however did love to nip people and had some aggression towards small children who liked to pull her tail. (Imagine that!) My mother tells stories of stray dogs that came to stay with her for a while and then just wandered off! No stories about dog fights – stories about segregation and Jim Crow– yes, but no dog fights.

So just Shut Up Michael Vick. Nobody wants to hear you whine, and this black woman wishes you had a MUZZLE! What you’re spewing is idiocy. People live in conditions worse than you can imagine all over the world. People make choices on how to live their lives in those conditions. Some of them choose to work hard and do their best to be good human beings. They choose to be kind to animals and to each other. Saying and in any way supporting the statement that this sort of cruelty is a part of a culture is inaccurate and shameful.

Ghandi grew up in the poorest country on earth. Last time, I checked he did not fight Pit Bulls on the Ganges!

I believe that we are all individuals with the ability to choose how our lives can be. Stuff happens to us, but we can choose! I can choose not to hit the person in the mouth who yelled a racial epithet at me a few years ago. I choose to be a positive loving person. I choose not to whine about my life and move on. I choose to raise my children to respect all cultures – to be good citizens of the world! I would choose this if I lived in a mud hut or a mansion in Rhode Island. In my work, I’ve met hundreds of people who live in terrible conditions who make a daily choice to be moral, hardworking, kind and loving to each other. That usually includes their animals. They choose to be positive role models for their families; they choose self improvement; they choose to work towards their dreams. They don’t choose to hurt anything or anybody! Oh… and they don’t whine!

Life happens, but we are the choices we make. There is no point in whining about it. So, stop your whining Vick. You chose to fight dogs even though you were making a great living playing football. You could have divested yourself of it the minute the NFL contract was signed, but you didn’t, and you got caught and everyone got to see what a nasty piece of work you are.

Don’t say people don’t understand you because of your culture. … Well, low and behold… I’m part of your culture, brother man, and guess what? I DO understand you. I understand that you made poor choices and you are now unwilling to take full and complete responsibility for it. Just like a poorly brought up child, you want to point the finger at something else. How sad!

Grow a set. Be a man. Yeah, life has been awful for you! You are a rich NFL player who got caught doing something vile.

If you can’t take full responsibility for your life, just shut up! The rest of America doesn’t want to hear about it!

Or as this black woman likes to say….

Talk to the hand!

Okay… fellow bloggers! The rant is now over.

Every once in a while something just sets my hair on fire.

We will now return to our regularly scheduled programming regarding Opie and his travails! Please scroll down and re-read Opie’s amusing letter from Doggy Central!

Not so Wordless Wednesday — Letters from a Doggy Inmate


Dear Bloggers,

It’s my first night at Doggy Central. I’ve been here before, but somehow this time it’s different. I really didn’t want to go this time. Once again, Mama happened to mention that the hotel was doggy friendly. She told me that in the fall after I finish up class we’ll pack up a doggy backpack for me and hit the road all together. But for now, I’m trapped at Doggy Jail Central.


Yes, the people are nice, but they are not MY people.

It is an all night party here. We don’t have cages at Doggy Central. We are “free” to roam around our little dog area. There are plenty of interesting back ends to sniff.

However, you have to be a bit careful around here– Lot’s of dominating type dogs. I’m really not into that! A couple of my deep growls and that’s the end of that! You have to show everyone who’s the Alpha and then they’ll leave you alone. I’ll bet that Yorkie will think twice next time he tries to jump ME!

I’ve found a cell mate – a pug that’s planning a break out on Sunday. He’s working on a tunnel under the plastic play house. I hear him scratching now.

The dachshund says that he can do a nice tattoo of a mermaid on my belly if I trade him one of my greenie snacks. I don’t want a mermaid. I might like a nice bone or picture of steak. I’ll talk to him more about it in the morning. The poodle is trying to sniff my butt as I write this. He’s okay. I’ll sniff him a bit later. The Dachshund says that Greenies are like gold here. I can get anything I want if I have enough greenies – extra treats, belly rubs from other dogs, extra wet food! I’m going to save mine. Who knows what I might have to trade them for?

I can hear a lonely hound in the big dog side howling a mournful tune.

Wow! He sounds just like Johnny Cash!

Come back soon family!

I’ve scratched the first day of my imprisonment stay here into the wall behind the fake grass indoor potty.


One night down! 4 more to go!



Inmate #007

What do you mean I’m going to school?


Hey Fellow Doggers,

It looks like I’m really going to do it. Mama is going to sign me up for school. She’s trying to decide right now if we’ll go Saturdays or take an evening class during the week. She hasn’t called the school yet, but she’s read all of their reviews on YELP and they have more good reviews than bad! So, we’re going to Zoom Room!

Frankly, I think the big draw is that they are right next to Doggy Central, my doggy day care and boarding place. Mama has high hopes for me. She says I’m kind of an advanced student. Unlike the other dogs, I’m firmly on the right track. I just wander off it from time to time. Tee Hee!

You see. I can sit 80% of the time and stay about 75% of the time. Ever since Mama saw Santa and her buddies from I am Santa a Miniature Schnauzer rolling over, she’s been teaching me to roll over as well. I can roll on my back for a tummy rub, but I stop half way. Mama’s a terrible teacher. She gives in when I give her the “Puppy Dog” look (You know the one I mean fellow doggers!) She gives me a tummy rub AND my treat. She’s such a push over.

(The puppy dog look– I can get away with anything with this look!

BOL! )

I’m going to school because mama wants me to be a good doggy citizen. She wants me to be able to go with the family on trips and hang out at outdoor cafes. I’m certainly all for that. I don’t much like getting left home alone. Additionally, as much as I like the all dog partying at Doggy Central, I prefer to hang with my regular pack. If I can learn to get along with folks that aren’t MY humans, not bark too much, and not rumble at men with beards, then that would be just great! We’re shooting for a Good Doggy Citizen certificate!

Mama says I should VISUALIZE my success! Mine will be a little less messy, but you get the idea!

Once my classes start, I’ll be sharing my experiences with all of you.

I plan on being an A student at this school. It’s how the boys in this family roll. Oops, did I accidently brag about my hu-brothers. Oh well! What did you expect? They’re my pack mates – my fur challenged homies!

Do you think I should bring a bully stick or an apple for the teacher?


I’m a little conflicted!

Anyway, have a great week fellow doggers.

I’ll be doing some last minute partying at Doggy Central while Mom and the boys head off for one last little vacation.

Keep visiting my blog. Check out some of my old articles in the archives.

Sniffs and Licks,

Your pal,


Wordless Wednesday: Crazy Humans!


When’s high tide?

Don’t see a dog out there do you? Enough said!

What’s this? Dogs at the Spa!

Okay guys, you want to know what’s got my fur in an uproar?

Spas – That’s what!

They didn’t tell me (or maybe they did but I was chewing on my bully stick,) but Mama and Grandma went off to some “SPA” together.

SPA! I know what that is. That’s when you’re minding your own business and someone dumps you in a bathtub right?

I have no idea why Mama and Grandma would want to go and do such a thing!

So now I am Mama and Grandma-less until they get back!

Insult upon insult! Looking at Mama’s Facebook page I discover that she’s taken pictures of OTHER DOGS AT THE SPA!



They might as well rename the joint!!!!



Dogs walking along the beach at Terranea Resort and Spa in Palos Verdes



Dogs taking walks with their Mamas! I overheard Mama say that this Dachshound turned over for a BELLY RUB AND MY MAMA GAVE IT TO HIM.




More dogs walking outside the Resort Restaurant!



Dogs walking in front of my Mama’s Room!



SPA CAT! Are you kidding me?



Whole family with dog walking past Mama’s room!



Following the red brick road at the spa!



Just a dang minute! He’s got a gentle leader to keep him from being a bad walker!

I’m a good walker!



They are walking the dog AND the baby!



Hey! That dog looks like of like me! (Well me when I had my fur coat!)



Hey! That’s a puppy!



Hey! I know that hand! Why are you petting the puppy!



What the…! Is that puppy in your hotel room?



That puppy better not be in the lap of who I think he’s in the lap of!



Oh Grandma, say it isn’t so!

Mama – you got some ‘xplaining to do!



That was 11 dogs and 1 Cat at the spa with you!

— Now please tell me again why I couldn’t go?

Fellow bloggers DEMAND AN EXPLANATION from my mom!

Don’t be bought off by tales of my unfriendly nature to humans while I’m on leash, or my tendency to bark and defend my territory, or chew on things that look interesting.

Don’t be bought off by the very flimsy excuse of an all girls spa weekend!

I’ve been neutered! I should have been able to go too!


P.S. I have it on good authority that there were several OTHER dogs present that are not pictured here.

Wordless Wednesday – Doggy Spa?

Doggy Bath!

Doggy Massage!

Doggy Beauty!