Jasper

Jason bought a blue heeler before we were together. The dog was born in 2000. He is very smart and a good watch dog. When I got pregnant with Liam we contemplated giving him away because he didn't seem like a kid kind of dog and were were a little afraid of what might happen. He has surprised us A LOT and done very well not only with Liam but now with Quinn who chases him around (crawling), takes his bone (would have started a fight in his earlier years), and eats his food, oh yes you read that correctly, Quinn enjoys chewing on Jasper's food, yuck!

Things started getting weird with him last year when he started having seizures. He would be running and all of a sudden, fall over, go stiff (still breathing though, just labored) then a few minutes later he'd get up a little confused and go about what he was doing. We started him on some medicine and he'd been doing ok then the seizures started getting more frequent even with the medicine so we upped it. Well, his belly started getting really big but you could see his ribs and spine so we took him back to the vet who diagnosed him with liver cancer that has gone into his lungs. Poor guy. He's had a good run, I'll miss him dearly, but after tonight I'm ready for him to go :( We went to a birthday party at 3:30. I arrived home at 7:30 to find poop, all over his cage. He proceeds to run up the stairs to the front door then back to the basement stairs. Meanwhile I have Liam and Quinn both very tired, fussing. So I get some antibacterial spray and a rag and wipe up the trail of poop that leads up the stairs and to the front door. After getting the kids to bed, I take his cage and blankets outside and hose everything off. As I'm bringing the blankets back into the basement to put in the washing machine a clump of poop plops on the inside rim of washing machine. I should have prefaced this whole post with I HATE POOP!