Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. When the Big Guy wakes me up in the morning, I stretch and yawn. It feels so good. I flex all my muscles. As you can see, I am open my mouth really big. Last night, Tonya was looking at recipes online. Well this one recipe caught her eye. It has to do with sausages, cabbage, onions, celery, carrots, etc. They are not eating potatoes, so instead, the Big Guy put in butternut squash. It smells pretty good. But like everything else he makes, I will not be allowed to have any. So I'm not sure about the places where you live, but where I live, we had a lot of snow and freezing rain. Now, starting tomorrow and Friday, we are supposed to get a lot of rain. So the Big Guy wants to make sure that he shovels a path from the front door to the road. He says that it shouldn't take too long. Now, the snow could be kinda heavy as it was raining. My non-furry Memere told the Big Guy to put some PAM cooking spray on his shovel. That way, the went heavy snow will not stick to his shovel. So he's going to try that today to see if it works or not. There is times when I am put outside that I don't want to come back inside. Today was no exception. I didn't want to come inside. Well the Big Guy was making noises like he was a door bell. I obliged him and came inside to investigate. (Did he really think I'm that dumb?) Then again... I am inside now... I have a question for you. I've been doing this Word of the Day for the last month. Should I continue? Or give it up? Or you really don't care, your only looking at the pretty pictures of me and don't really read my blog that much. Although you may not know it, but I write the "My sentence" before I give you what the real description of the word really is. If you feel that this is fun and should continue, please let the Big Guy know. OK, so on to the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Kirtle (noun) [kur-tl] Definition: A woman's gown or a man's tunic Sentence: In the Middle Ages, men wore kirtles to their weddings. My sentence: Tonya, put on the kirtle, we're coming over for tea. Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. We are supposed to get a big snow storm today. I guess the total amount has changed. We were supposed to get almost 30 cm of snow. Well, now it's changed to 10 to 15 cm of snow. That isn't too much. It's mostly annoying. I was hoping that the Big Guy and Tonya would be staying home from work, but I guess not. I suspect they will be going to work today. Although the weather guy is calling for Ice Pellets. That isn't the wet and heavy snow that the Big Guy hates so much. I went to see the Vet yesterday. She said that my paws are doing really well. That there is only a wee bit of area that is causing concern for her. The Big Guy was also asking her about the second surgery that she was talking about. He asked if it was absolutely necessary, or was it just cosmetic. She admitted, it was really isn't necessary. That I will have two scars on my legs, even if I have the second surgery. But so far, the second surgery is "on hold". But I have to see a second Vet on Thursday. She will determine if I really need that second surgery or not. So, having said that, starting tomorrow night, I will not be allowed to eat anything. So after the Vet visit, if I'm not having surgery, I will be pretty hungry. I will get to come home and have some food. The Vet also said, I will only need to get my dressing changed, twice a week, vice three times a week. Each visit to the Vet it costing $23.00. That's a lot of money, considering they have already paid a lot for the initial surgery. Not like humans where they have Nova Scotia Health take care of their medical expenses. Mine have to be paid for, and they are not something that you can claim on your taxes. Well, on to the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Deterge (verb) [dih-turj] Definition: To cleanse something thoroughly. Sentence: After the Super Bowl party, the would need to deterge the house. My sentence: since I'm not supposed to lick my dressings, my humans will put the cone on my head to deterge me from doing that. Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. So I get to go to the Vet once again. Today, it's only for a dressing change. Then I go again on Thursday. That's when the Vet will determine if I need another surgery to fix my paws. But like the Big Guy has said, if it's just cosmetic, then I'm not getting surgery. If it is necessary, then obviously, I get the surgery. I get these pills that make me "calm down". Boy, when I get these pills, I only want to sleep. The Vet had mentioned that my humans would likely want to keep me on these pills. But they told the Vet, when I was good, we would go for walks. So that would tired me out. It was good for my humans too. They need to be walked as well. The weather man changed his mind about how much snow we are supposed to get. Now it's 15 to 20 cm of snow. But the Big Guy is ready for the snow. So he isn't too upset. He knows he lives in Canada and it snows here. Yesterday the Big Guy was able to get outside and have his BBQ that he wanted to have. Not the propane BBQ, but the charcoal BBQ. Yup, he was pretty glad about it all. He got to have a beer and sit and cook. I watched him from the deck. Tonya has tried to get me to go on my lead. But I wrap it around the BBQ and that just pisses off the Big Guy. Once that happens, no one is happy. We went for a small drive and I got to see Terry, Haas and Craig. They gave me Tim Bits. They were plain, but so yummy. OK, on to the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Paralogize (verb) [puh-RAL-uh-jahyz} Definition: To draw conclusions that do not follow logical from a given set of assumptions. Sentence: The Student paralogized her essay. My sentence: When I go to the Vet and they operate on me, they give me a shot so that I'm paralogize. Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. When the Big Guy wants to calm me down, he will find this blue bone and he will put some treats in the various pockets. Then, to keep them in place, he will also put peanut butter on them. This keeps me amused for about 30 to 40 minutes. It's raining a wee bit right now. Not enough to get rid of all the snow, but a little bit of the snow is gone. There is a big pile of snow at the end of the driveway. Well that melts. When it melts, it goes across the driveway. When that freezes, it's dangerous at the end of the driveway. The other day, the person that delivers the fliers, just threw the bag at the end of the driveway. The Big Guy stopped the car and Tonya got out of the car. Well she almost fell. She wasn't wearing her ice capons. The weather folks are calling for 5 to 10 cm of snow on Tuesday. The Big Guy filled up his jerry can full of gas for his snow blower. So he isn't all that upset if it does snow. He also has his ski pants, so he will be warm while he is outside. Not like before. He would go out and his body was nice and warm, but his legs were really cold. Not now that he's got these ski pants. Now his body and his legs are nice and warm. Right now, the Big Guy is making Beef Jerky. It smells delicious. The smell is going though out the kitchen and into the living room. BUT, like every other human food, I bet I don't get any. Tomorrow, I go to the Vet once again. Just another dressing change. I wonder if they are going to let me go without a dressing? Soon I hope. The Big Guy is tired of yelling at me about licking the dressing when I think he isn't looking. That's when the cone goes back on my head. I know if I wouldn't lick, it wouldn't get the cone. But licking is my "thing". So I can't stop myself. Well, onto the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Feinschmecker (noun) [fahyn-shmek-uh r] Definition: a gourmet. Sentence: Julia Child was more than a chef, she was a feinschmecker. My sentence: Der Big Guy kocht viel Essen und ist ein Feinschmecker Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. So last night, I could hear SNORING from upstairs. Did you know, if you drink from this pitcher, you will snore?
They put, what they call... BOOZE in this pitcher. All I know, I'm not allowed to have a lick from this pitcher, or these glasses. But what ever is in it, makes they happy. Each night, I want to hug and nip at Tonya. She doesn't approve of this. So she wants me to get up on the couch with the Big Guy.
He's fun to play with too. When I climb up on top of him, he lets me. Then he has worn me like a hat. He thinks this is funny. Tonya is scare that I may fall onto the floor. She doesn't want me to get hurt. I think that Big Guy would be pretty upset if I were to get hurt. I seen the Vet yesterday. I'm still not allowed to go for walks. I'm still wearing these dressings on my paws.
I will be so happy to get them off my paws. I bet the fur under the bandages will be all pushed down. It's going to take a bit for my paws to get back to "normal" again. The Big Guy was thinking of doing a BBQ today. HA I don't think so. Right now, with the wind chill, it's -17. Now I've heard he's been in places where it's colder than that. So you never know. He's a bit weird like that. When he gets a thought in his head, he tends to carry though with it. So perhaps he may still have his BBQ. OK, so on to the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Erinaceous (adjective) [er-uh-ney-shuh s] Definition: of the hedgehog kind of family. Sentence: The rock star's hair had an erinaceous style. My sentence: When Erin does stuff, she does it in the style of erinaceous. Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. Look at the picture again. Do you see the globe that is hanging from the fireplace? That is a Christmas ornament that Colleen purchased for me.
In the first picture, I'm so upset. I've been barking at Tonya. I NEED her to get the bone that is stuck in the Milk Crate OUT of the Milk Crate. It's the only bone I want to chew on. It doesn't matter that all the other bones are scattered about the living room. That is the bone I NEED to chew on. Here is the video.
I got another appointment with the Vet today. She will be doing another dressing change. As you can see in the picture above, I am still wearing those bandages on my paws. I'm not sure when the Vet it going to let the wounds to the open air. I'm sure it's not before she puts Tonya and the Big Guy in the poor house. Then the only thing they will be able to afford, it to take me for walks. Talking of walks, it's snowed last night. Wouldn't it be so much FUN to to go for walk and make the first foot prints in the new fallen snow? Oh, and also talking of walks. Today is garbage day. Oh how I used to love running from garbage bag to garbage bag and sniffing the garbage bags. How I miss that. At this rate, I will not be allowed to go for a walk till it's Summer again. Well, on to the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Brumal (adjective) [broo-muhl] Definition: of or characteristic to winter Sentence: Canada is a brumal land. My sentence: There is this beer making place in the West Edmonton Mall. The Big Guy said he was going to the brumal. Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. So, this is my 600'th Blog Post today. That is 600 straight days of posting to this Blog. If it wasn't for you, my dear readers, I would have stopped posting a long time ago. So thank you very much for following me all this time. Yesterday, the Big Guy and Tonya had a turkey supper. I got some turkey. Not a lot. I also got some cauliflower. Again, not a lot. I was trying to help the Big Guy take the meat off the turkey. But he didn't allow me to help. I was hoping that a few pieces would fall off the cutting board and into my mouth. Well, no such luck. Tonya bought the Big Guy a pork loin. Of course he would LOVE to cut it up and have a BBQ. He has all the winter gear. I really can't see why he doesn't just do that. Well the Big Guy just looked up the weather for Saturday and Sunday. It looks like he may break out the Charcoal BBQ and have himself a feast. I had my visit with the Vet yesterday. She said, I still can't go for walks. But my incisions are healing up nicely. The Vet said that my incision has granulation tissue now. She is really excited about that. It means that I no longer get the honey dressing and I've progressed to the regular bandages. I don't know how much longer I will have to wear dressings on my legs. That and that damn cone. Tonya keeps taking it off my head so that I can get a rest. But then I get caught licking at the bandages. So on the cone goes. I'm gonna be quite glad when I never have to wear that cone again. OK, on to the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Flews (plural noun) [flooz] Definition: The thick pendulous lips of a bloodhound or similar dog. Sentence: The mutt's flews sprayed spittle everywhere as it shook it's head. My sentence: when all the birds are migrating, they flews South for the Winter. Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. How much longer do I have to wear this cone? Tonya takes it off and the Big Guy puts it back on as soon as he catches me licking at my dressing on my paws. This morning, I only wanted to be next to the Big Guy, but he kept moving my head away from his computer. Last week, I managed to catch his keyboard with my cone and I flipped his keyboard and mouse right off his computer deck. He wasn't angry with me. He took the time to fix his computer deck up. But now he tries to keep me away from his keyboard ALL the time. So it's raining outside. Not just a gentle rain either. There was some snow and freezing rain that fell yesterday. Well all that is GONE. Now there is a lot of patches where you can see the grass sticking up. All the sidewalks would be bare once again. BUT, even though the sidewalks are clean, I still am not allowed to go for walks. My paws have to heal first. Right now, it's +7 out. By tonight, the temp is supposed to fall to what is going to feel like -16. With the ground still frozen, the rain is not seeping into the ground. So all the rain is making huge puddles. This is going to be dangerous for those people that are out driving. They could loose control of their cars. I know that the Big Guy is a pretty good driver, but even he has his limits. The Big Guy is pretty happy with the rain though. He doesn't have to shovel it. He says that often and a lot. You would think that he's a farmer or something. Always liking the rain. Well, enough about that. It's time for the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Persiflage (noun) [pur-shu-flahzh, pair-] Definition: Light, bantering talk or writing Sentence: The cocktail party was filled with lively persiflage. My sentence: When they raised the flag in the capital city of France, is that a persiflage? Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. So I went to the Vet yesterday. They changed me bandages and they KNOW that I've been licking at my bandages. The Big Guy told the Vet that he gets after Tonya for taking the cone off my head. But she feels that I need a break from the cone. I need to eat and have some water. With the cone on my head, that is VERY difficult. Not impossible as I just push on the cone and it sorta collapses in on it self.
Can you see all the little White marks on the cone? That is from the cone folding over on it's self. Early in the morning, before the heat is turned up, I walk around swishing my tail.
It can create it's own breeze. Also, this tail can clear stuff right off the coffee table. Swish swish and it's cleaned off. I got a VERY powerful tail. The Vet said that my wounds are healing nicely. They did some sort of lazer treatment on my wounds to help them heal. She said that they did that for free. The Big Guy feels that the money they are costing him, should be somewhat complementary as these should be considered "follow up" and not new visit fees. But who is he to argue. They kinda have him over a barrel. Right now, it's cold outside. It feels like it's -19. That is sorta cold out. BUT, this afternoon, it's supposed to jump to +5 and start raining. Then tomorrow, all day, it's supposed to continue raining. The Big Guy is always happy with rain. He doesn't have to shovel rain. He doesn't have to put salt on the steps for rain. He doesn't have to wear his ice clamp thingy on his sneakers when it's raining out. Well, enough about the rain, it's time for the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Sonorous (adjective) [suh-nawr-uh s, -nohr-, son-er-uh s] Definition: Capable of giving out a sound, especially a deep, resonating sound, as a thing or place. Sentence: The sonorous melodies could only be produced by the cellist who lived upstairs. My sentence: When Tonya gives me my "relax" pill, I start to sonorous really loud. Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. Every time I think that I'm just being good, out comes that damn camera and the Big Guy flashes it right in my eyes. I was just laying on the love seat, minding my own business. I could hear him tip toe across the hall to get his camera. The first picture he tried to take, the flash didn't go off. But then, like Wayne's World, EXTREME CLOSE UP! The Big Guy tried to make some strawberry wine. It's been brewing for about 5 months now. They put some of the wine into jugs. The Big Guy said that the wine tastes "flat". Obviously it wasn't one of his better batches. That isn't to say that he will never make wine from scratch again, only next time, it will be different. He will get new chemicals that he needs. The stuff that he did have, was from when he lived in Winnipeg. So it may not have been as effective as it should have been. I go to the Vet today for another check up. They will be giving me another dressing change. Yesterday the Big Guy was looking at my paw, and he can't figure out if the wound is still weeping, or if I manged to lick the bandage. Tonya is always taking the cone off my head. Then, when I think they are not looking, I will sneak in a few licks. Then the cone goes back on my head again. My non-furry brother, Marcel, he has found some of his bio family. He was adopted, just like me. He grew up with the Big Guy and his family when he was just a little boy. So now he knows that he has some family that lives in Ontario. The Big Guy got a dehydrator for Christmas this year. The first thing he made was dried up onions. It is supposed to replace chips. But for the time and effort, he doesn't think he is going to do this that often. It took 18 hour. He used 3 onions. If it was all weighed out, I think he's left with a couple grams of dried up onions. But hey, if it keeps him happy, it didn't hurt to try. Well, on to the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Exanguine (adjective) [eks-sang-gwin] Definition: bloodless or anaemic Sentence: She was exhausted, he body exsanguine. My sentence: If you are correct and boasting at the same time, is this an exanguine? Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. Sill not walks. Each time I see Tonya and the Big Guy getting their jackets on, I think, could today be the day that I am going for a walk? Then tell me that I'm a good boy and the leave without me. My paws are feeling so much better, why can't I go for walks just yet? It's kinda funny. It seems that Tonya will take my cone off my head and the Big Guy comes around a few minutes later and puts it back on me. My back paws are really itchy and I really want to lick them.
I go to the Vet again, tomorrow, for another dressing change. She better say that I'm healing nicely and that I can go for walks soon. It snowed a wee bit yesterday. I was looking out the window. The Big Guy put me on the deck and he watched me play in the snow. Did you notice on my cone, the Big Guy has put new pieces of Duct Tape. He has tried to flatten them right down so that I don't chew on it. Time will tell. I get bored and I start chewing on stuff. Much like the rope item that Colleen bought for me. Well I managed to take it apart and I was able to fray all the rope. Tonya got the Big Guy to put it in the garbage. I was having a lot of fun with it. Upwards and onwards. Time for the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Cudbear (noun) [kuhd-bair] Definition: a purple or violet powder used for dyeing, making from lichen. Sentence: The dark color of the weather has been achieved by using cudbear. My sentence: Tonya wants me to be a cudbear. Since I'm as big as a small bear, she just wants to cuddle with me. Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home.
Tonya took the cone off my head so that I could relax a wee bit. She gave me this pill, and it was covered with peanut butter. Of course I eat it all up. I go from being a hyper doggie that wants to go for a walk, to a mellow dog that is comfortable just laying on the couch and sleeping. They give me this pill before I go to the Vet. I am really relaxed. They get to play with the dressing that is on my paw. I really don't care what they do. Yesterday the Vet said that my wounds are healing up nicely. They don't seem to be weeping any longer. Which is good. The Big Guy has a head cold and his sinus is all stuffed up. He took a pill himself and now he is all sleepy. I guess we are both going to nap the day away. Although I think he is going to wrap himself up in the blanket. I've been looking outside and I would REALLY like to go for a walk. Even if it was only around the block. But the Vet said: no walks. Not yet. My wounds have to heal first. Then, perhaps I will get to go to the Dog Park. Oh that would be fun. Well, lets move on to the Word of the Day. Today's word is: Obnubilate (verb) [ob-noo-buh-leyt, -nyoo-] Definition: to cloud over. Sentence: The sky obnubilated: a storm was coming. My sentence: If President Trump goes to war with North Korea, he's going to obnubilate them. Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton. Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home. So another visit with the Vet today. She better tell the Big Guy that my paws are getting better. He has been more than patient with her. She wanted to blame my humans for my paws being infected. Well that isn't true. When the Big Guy broke his leg, his incision got infected while INSIDE the cast. They gave him some pills and his infection went away. The Big Guy was looking at my paws and he noticed, today, the dressings are dry. So it should mean that my wounds are no longer weeping. Do you see the Duct Tape that is inside my cone? Well I've figured out how to chew on that tape. Man oh man, it's DELICIOUS! As a bonus, the Big Guy has an ENTIRE roll of Duct Tape. So I'm going to be feasting on Duct Tape for the next little while. My poop is going to have wee little silver bits in it. I can tell that the Big Guy is contemplating giving me a "relaxing" pill. Today, Tonya will not be with the Big Guy when he takes me to the Vet. She has to go to work really early today. But he's pretty confident that he will be able to take care of everything. I am so looking forward to be able to go for a walk once again. I miss that a lot. On to today's Word of the Day. Today's word is: Jollification (noun) [jol-uh-fi-dey-shuh n] Definition: Lively celebration with other: merrymaking Sentence: There was premature jollification when they thought they had scored the winning goal. My sentence: Tonya wants to invite her family over for supper this Sunday, where there will be myth, merriment and jollification. Bye bye fur now.
