- Location
- Sydney, Australia
Bounce on Carbon 
The Labraventures of Carbón, Spanish (ex-) foster dog extraordinaire
- Thread starter Emily_Babbelhund
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Emily_Babbelhund
Mama Red HOT Pepper
- Location
- Regensburg, Germany
Hola todos! ML got news yesterday from my favourite Dr Patzak that my blood is now as bouncy and perfect as I am! Que bien! I just knew that I had special sparkly Spanish gentleman blood.
I have such excellent blood that I can now start a new super amazing medication called Milteforan. It will have the job of getting all the hombres malos, bad guys, out of my blood that are there from Leishmaniosis. Entonces, so, yes, my blood is sparkly and excellent but it still has some unwanted visitors. It is time for them to pack their bags and leave, adios por siempre, goodbye forever.
I get to take the super special medication for one month. It is so exciting because I get the medication in a "food bomb". I do not know what that is, but anything that includes the word "food" must be good, no?
ML seems nervous about the whole thing and keeps saying that she is glad that I have gained weight and look like the Buddha again. Primero, first, do NOT look like the Buddha. He was a very happy gentleman and I am a very happy gentleman, but I am not so round. Am I? Oh dios mio, maybe I am. I do shake more when I walk lately. No matter: I am still the best looking and bouncing Spanish gentleman in all of Germany! Secondo, second, there is no reason ever to be nervous about something called a "food bomb". Food is always a beautiful thing!
For today, I have no worries in the world. ML and I will go see Dr. Patzak, I will get pets, I will get to leave my news all over the park on the way to the car and THEN ML says we will visit my friend Petra at the raw dog food shop. What a great Friday!
I have such excellent blood that I can now start a new super amazing medication called Milteforan. It will have the job of getting all the hombres malos, bad guys, out of my blood that are there from Leishmaniosis. Entonces, so, yes, my blood is sparkly and excellent but it still has some unwanted visitors. It is time for them to pack their bags and leave, adios por siempre, goodbye forever.
I get to take the super special medication for one month. It is so exciting because I get the medication in a "food bomb". I do not know what that is, but anything that includes the word "food" must be good, no?
ML seems nervous about the whole thing and keeps saying that she is glad that I have gained weight and look like the Buddha again. Primero, first, do NOT look like the Buddha. He was a very happy gentleman and I am a very happy gentleman, but I am not so round. Am I? Oh dios mio, maybe I am. I do shake more when I walk lately. No matter: I am still the best looking and bouncing Spanish gentleman in all of Germany! Secondo, second, there is no reason ever to be nervous about something called a "food bomb". Food is always a beautiful thing!
For today, I have no worries in the world. ML and I will go see Dr. Patzak, I will get pets, I will get to leave my news all over the park on the way to the car and THEN ML says we will visit my friend Petra at the raw dog food shop. What a great Friday!
- Location
- Cornwall , UK
Go Fella , so good to hear of your bounciness 
Emily_Babbelhund
Mama Red HOT Pepper
- Location
- Regensburg, Germany
Hola todos! I have just eaten my first food bombs. Oh, que rico, que rico! They are soooo deleeecious! ML says they are a half and half mixture of fake butter and tuna. I only know that they are pure fatty goodness. This new super medication is even better than the last one!
ML did look a little strange as she was preparing them: she has to wear special gloves, glasses and a smock. Do you think she is afraid that the fake butter will stick to her? She does not seem to mind when REAL butter sticks to her.
Speaking of butter sticking, I found out yesterday that ML has INDEED made me into a Buddha. I have gained 2 kilograms! No importa, does not matter, I am still the handsomest Spanish gentleman and there is now more of me to cuddle and adore. It does, however, explain that jiggly feeling I have when I run lately. I am bouncy in more ways that one!
Now ML says we are going to have a quiet day to make sure my food bombs settle. I am not sure what that means, but I had a good run around the carousel and bratwurst stands this morning and it is my sleepy time of day anyway. You can take the Spanish gentleman out of Spain but you cannot take the siesta out of the Spanish gentleman.
Until we go out this evening, I will rest and dream of more food bombs. ML says I get them every day for the next 28 days. This could be my favourite month EVER!
ML did look a little strange as she was preparing them: she has to wear special gloves, glasses and a smock. Do you think she is afraid that the fake butter will stick to her? She does not seem to mind when REAL butter sticks to her.
Speaking of butter sticking, I found out yesterday that ML has INDEED made me into a Buddha. I have gained 2 kilograms! No importa, does not matter, I am still the handsomest Spanish gentleman and there is now more of me to cuddle and adore. It does, however, explain that jiggly feeling I have when I run lately. I am bouncy in more ways that one!
Now ML says we are going to have a quiet day to make sure my food bombs settle. I am not sure what that means, but I had a good run around the carousel and bratwurst stands this morning and it is my sleepy time of day anyway. You can take the Spanish gentleman out of Spain but you cannot take the siesta out of the Spanish gentleman.
Until we go out this evening, I will rest and dream of more food bombs. ML says I get them every day for the next 28 days. This could be my favourite month EVER!
- Location
- Malvern Worcestershire
Señor Carbon, you write so well, I so enjoy reading your posts and delighted about the food bombs for you!
PEE ESS I never thought I would ever be writing to a dog
PEE ESS I never thought I would ever be writing to a dog
Emily_Babbelhund
Mama Red HOT Pepper
- Location
- Regensburg, Germany
Hi everyone! Here is ML - I'm briefly (ha, ha) breaking into Carbon's space (Carbon: "Pfft!") to say how happy I am that we've finally started Milteforan. Of course we are only at the beginning of the 28 day course, but just getting started feels like a BIG hurdle jumped. I was quite worried about his first dose and the possibility of burning Carbon's mouth, but he gobbled down his food bombs like a true champ and has shown zero ill effects. The drug notes for Milteforan say that usually side effects of vomiting show up 4-6 days into the treatment and that can still happen (we are only on day one) but for a first step I'm so relieved at how easy it was.
For my own drug adventures, I think I am finally over the worst of my psychiatric drug withdrawals. I still feel buzzy but the absolute rage I was feeling for a few weeks seems to have subsided. I'm still not the most patient person, but I'm worlds better than a couple weeks ago. While I have more depression, anxiety and trouble sleeping (the medication was quite effective helping with that), I'm able to think more clearly and have gotten more done at work in the last few weeks than within the two months' prior. My weight is still an issue and I've not lost an ounce, but I can walk longer now thanks to Coach Carbon. He and I will keep working on this together. It's certainly an inspiration to see him so bouncy: it makes me want to spend more time out with him. Bounciness can be contagious!
It's not all smooth sailing, but overall I feel it was a good decision to come off my meds at least for a while. Baby steps towards being more active and productive are better than no steps at all.
Thank you for all your support and nice words for Carbon. He is quite motivated by his fans to keep on writing.
ML signing out.
For my own drug adventures, I think I am finally over the worst of my psychiatric drug withdrawals. I still feel buzzy but the absolute rage I was feeling for a few weeks seems to have subsided. I'm still not the most patient person, but I'm worlds better than a couple weeks ago. While I have more depression, anxiety and trouble sleeping (the medication was quite effective helping with that), I'm able to think more clearly and have gotten more done at work in the last few weeks than within the two months' prior. My weight is still an issue and I've not lost an ounce, but I can walk longer now thanks to Coach Carbon. He and I will keep working on this together. It's certainly an inspiration to see him so bouncy: it makes me want to spend more time out with him. Bounciness can be contagious!
It's not all smooth sailing, but overall I feel it was a good decision to come off my meds at least for a while. Baby steps towards being more active and productive are better than no steps at all.
Thank you for all your support and nice words for Carbon. He is quite motivated by his fans to keep on writing.
ML signing out.
- Location
- Malvern Worcestershire
Well done, not easy to come off the meds, but I think you are going in the right direction. Don't worry about the weight, that can be addressed later.
You have Señor Carbon to work with and together, all will be well eventually.
You have Señor Carbon to work with and together, all will be well eventually.
Jacqui-S
Moderator
- Location
- Fife, Scotland
Good work Emily.
We are all rooting for you and Carbòn x
We are all rooting for you and Carbòn x
Atemas
UK Tour Guide
- Location
- North Cambridgeshire
Lisa
Moderator
- Location
- Alberta, Canada
Great to hear CarboN’s and your progress!!
Golly you’re doing well @Emily_Babbelhund . You’re one phenomenal ML x
Cath
MLF Sales Coordinator
Great work @Emily_Babbelhund you are doing so well. Don't forget we are all here for you xx
- Location
- Sydney, Australia
This. Absolutely. I'm so happy to read about your great progress Emily
Emily_Babbelhund
Mama Red HOT Pepper
- Location
- Regensburg, Germany
Hola todos!
It is I, Señor Grumpypantalones. I am stompy and harrumphy and grumpy. Roar! Grrr! Pfft, pfft and double pfffft! Why? Because I was too bouncy yesterday running around the carousel and hurt my delicate little paw. ML did not notice at first, but I gave myself away by licking my poor paw to make it better. It was only a flesh wound (si, si, I've always wanted to say that), but oh...vale, ok, I did lick it a little too much and make it a little worse.
Just a little.
Then you know what ML did? She searched and searched and tossed a bunch of things out of the TARDIS up in the air and came back with one of Brogan's boots. Oh dios mio. Brogan was my worthy predecessor and it must be said that he had great taste in footwear. The tiny socks are especially charming. I did not even mind having to wear one of the boots two years ago when I cut my foot in the river. There is, however, a big difference: last time my BACK foot was injured. I only have THEORETICAL back feet, so it did not bother me at all to theoretically wear Brogan's boot. Si, si, logically I know I have four legs, but those back ones do not interest me. They are purely SUPPLEMENTARY, occasionally only THEORETICAL and always of no importance.
But my right front leg? Put a boot on THAT foot? Oh no, no, no and Pfft! ML was so happy with herself, bandaging up my foot, then putting a sock on with the boot. I sat and gave her my best "Can you not see that I am suffering horribly" look. I bowed my head. I slouched my back. I made my sad eyes that I learned from Casper.
ML was so pleased with herself that she didn't even notice my impressive array of canine acting skills. She just clipped on my harness and said happily, "Now we can go out!".
No bueno, mis amigos, no bueno: it is not good, friends. I am the cheerful bouncy one in this relationship, not ML. Changing the status quo is never good.
Then she opens the door and it is WORSE than you can imagine. Not only can I not walk with this THING stuck on my foot, it is raining wet from above. A LOT of wet from above. And it is COLD. Dios mio, have I not suffered enough?
"Let's go, handsome, let's go!" says ML in an irritatingly cheerful manner.
"Over my dead body with his horribly mangled paw," I say with my eyes.
I pitifully limped to just outside our front door and sat down with a thunk.
ML coaxed. She patted me on the head. She finally (and may I say with no dignity whatsoever) pulled on my lead and begged. It mattered not: my answer was "No, no, no y no".
"Fine. Go ahead and explode from the three bowls of water, three meals and FOUR not-butter butter food bombs you've had since you were last out. You'll crack eventually."
Mis amigos, I do not crack. I went back to my crate and I pouted for SIX hours. I did not move. "Liberate my paw!" I wailed. Silently. I wailed silently. That may have been a mistake, because I think ML forgot that I was protesting.
Finally at 4pm, ML said, "OK, you're going out now, you big baby."
Pfft! I am no baby!
I got up, but I held my booted foot up and waggled it pitifully at ML. "Oh, oh, oh, how can I live with this?"
"Go. Outside. Now." said ML.
I did, but I did not go far. I got to the other side of the road and stopped. I knew that ML was cracking. I could see it in her face. I slumped my shoulders and held up my paw. Wiggle? Wiggle, wiggle? Oh poor me, oh, madre de dios, oh, que tristeza, oh the sadness...
"Oh for god's sake, Carbon, you win. Give me your paw." ML peeled off my boot and sock and stuck it in her pocket.
"It is a miracle, I AM HEALED!!!!" I bounced down the cobblestones to my potty tree. Free, free, free at last.
ML may have thumped her head against my potty tree. Or not. I was too busy getting rid of nearly 24 hours of wee. I did not want to admit it to ML, but it was a close call. Things could have gotten embarrassing.
So now I am back home and enjoying my comfy bed and no boot. ML does not have the heart to put it on again. She knows when she has been bested by the bestest Spanish gentleman dog in Germany. Que milagro soy! What a miracle I am!
Oh, que bien, I also just realised that in telling you my story I am also not so grumpy. De hecho, in fact, I'm feeling rather bouncy again. See? That is the power of great literature!
It is I, Señor Grumpypantalones. I am stompy and harrumphy and grumpy. Roar! Grrr! Pfft, pfft and double pfffft! Why? Because I was too bouncy yesterday running around the carousel and hurt my delicate little paw. ML did not notice at first, but I gave myself away by licking my poor paw to make it better. It was only a flesh wound (si, si, I've always wanted to say that), but oh...vale, ok, I did lick it a little too much and make it a little worse.
Just a little.
Then you know what ML did? She searched and searched and tossed a bunch of things out of the TARDIS up in the air and came back with one of Brogan's boots. Oh dios mio. Brogan was my worthy predecessor and it must be said that he had great taste in footwear. The tiny socks are especially charming. I did not even mind having to wear one of the boots two years ago when I cut my foot in the river. There is, however, a big difference: last time my BACK foot was injured. I only have THEORETICAL back feet, so it did not bother me at all to theoretically wear Brogan's boot. Si, si, logically I know I have four legs, but those back ones do not interest me. They are purely SUPPLEMENTARY, occasionally only THEORETICAL and always of no importance.
But my right front leg? Put a boot on THAT foot? Oh no, no, no and Pfft! ML was so happy with herself, bandaging up my foot, then putting a sock on with the boot. I sat and gave her my best "Can you not see that I am suffering horribly" look. I bowed my head. I slouched my back. I made my sad eyes that I learned from Casper.
ML was so pleased with herself that she didn't even notice my impressive array of canine acting skills. She just clipped on my harness and said happily, "Now we can go out!".
No bueno, mis amigos, no bueno: it is not good, friends. I am the cheerful bouncy one in this relationship, not ML. Changing the status quo is never good.
Then she opens the door and it is WORSE than you can imagine. Not only can I not walk with this THING stuck on my foot, it is raining wet from above. A LOT of wet from above. And it is COLD. Dios mio, have I not suffered enough?
"Let's go, handsome, let's go!" says ML in an irritatingly cheerful manner.
"Over my dead body with his horribly mangled paw," I say with my eyes.
I pitifully limped to just outside our front door and sat down with a thunk.
ML coaxed. She patted me on the head. She finally (and may I say with no dignity whatsoever) pulled on my lead and begged. It mattered not: my answer was "No, no, no y no".
"Fine. Go ahead and explode from the three bowls of water, three meals and FOUR not-butter butter food bombs you've had since you were last out. You'll crack eventually."
Mis amigos, I do not crack. I went back to my crate and I pouted for SIX hours. I did not move. "Liberate my paw!" I wailed. Silently. I wailed silently. That may have been a mistake, because I think ML forgot that I was protesting.
Finally at 4pm, ML said, "OK, you're going out now, you big baby."
Pfft! I am no baby!
I got up, but I held my booted foot up and waggled it pitifully at ML. "Oh, oh, oh, how can I live with this?"
"Go. Outside. Now." said ML.
I did, but I did not go far. I got to the other side of the road and stopped. I knew that ML was cracking. I could see it in her face. I slumped my shoulders and held up my paw. Wiggle? Wiggle, wiggle? Oh poor me, oh, madre de dios, oh, que tristeza, oh the sadness...
"Oh for god's sake, Carbon, you win. Give me your paw." ML peeled off my boot and sock and stuck it in her pocket.
"It is a miracle, I AM HEALED!!!!" I bounced down the cobblestones to my potty tree. Free, free, free at last.
ML may have thumped her head against my potty tree. Or not. I was too busy getting rid of nearly 24 hours of wee. I did not want to admit it to ML, but it was a close call. Things could have gotten embarrassing.
So now I am back home and enjoying my comfy bed and no boot. ML does not have the heart to put it on again. She knows when she has been bested by the bestest Spanish gentleman dog in Germany. Que milagro soy! What a miracle I am!
Oh, que bien, I also just realised that in telling you my story I am also not so grumpy. De hecho, in fact, I'm feeling rather bouncy again. See? That is the power of great literature!
Jacqui-S
Moderator
- Location
- Fife, Scotland
Oh Carbòn....... 
Your ML may be in need of a bit THEORETICAL gin or two. And a VIRTUAL
Your ML may be in need of a bit THEORETICAL gin or two. And a VIRTUAL
Emily_Babbelhund
Mama Red HOT Pepper
- Location
- Regensburg, Germany
Pfft!
- Location
- Malvern Worcestershire
Poor little man 
xxx
xxx
Jacqui-S
Moderator
- Location
- Fife, Scotland
Will it help if we say that is cool and sporty looking! 