No more pet of the week

I have decided to d/c pet of the week for a while, maybe permanantely. Doesn't mean I won't post petdates and pictures, just no POW for a while.

My Guinness passed away the beginning of the month. It was a very hard loss, even though I try not to have favorites, he was one of my favs. Possibly my favorite. I will miss my little nekkid guy very much.

In other rat news, Kimber had a mammary tumor removed last Wednesday. She's doing fine, still her normal Kimber self :) She'll be 22 months soon and I really hope this is her only surgery. Macree continues to go down hill and is currently on baytril and amoxy as he started sounding raspy. He'll also be 22 months old soon too. The rest of the rat pack are doing fine, no issues to report :)

Rabbitwise, Noah is the only one who continues to give me issues. I have been contemplating having him pts. One day he acts a bit lazy, the next he's back to his rowdy self. I hate when my animals get old. So depressing.

The dogs are fantastic. Lulu has become an awesome dog, the dog I always wanted. She can actually be in the house and not have to go directly to her crate! Nikki is the same as ever. Daisy will be 17 in about a month. She's become annoying in her old age, barks randomly at nothing, and has lost even more of her hearing. I don't care, she's my baby and as long as she wants to live she shall. Molly and Max are still my little trouble makers. I find it odd I can keep shirts on the poodles but Molly manages to take everything off, coller included. My little nudist.

Cats are the same as ever. I still say Mia seems older then her 8 years, but, what do I know? She's an awesome cat one minute, and not so awesome the next. She gorges her food then vomits all over the house. She throws herself against the door (bathroom, bedroom, office, whatever) if I have shut her out. She's become obessed with me as late. Maybe I should be scared. Bombers and Milo are still my sweet boys and Rupert still has a stubborn streak. No changes in the cats.

Sam, my bird, is Sam. Cusses up a storm then tells you he loves you. He reminds me of my brother come to think of it. Hmm...

Penny's wound has recovered very nicely. She had a minor freak out the other day, someone was riding his horse down the street and she could smell it and hear it. She became very alert and anxious. She needs a buddy so bad.

The animals all enjoyed extra toys and treats and a special Christmas dinner. Life is good :)