I know some people have the idea that writers make a lot of money.

hold on a second, the side is cramping from all that laughing.  Ok, better now.  We seriously don’t.  As we run our own business so to speak we have a more hands on approach, can listen to the joys and complains a little and actually HEAR them.  Some have actually helped me out and I love each and every one who has helped me.

But this blog isn’t about me.  It’s about this fellow:

(Picture of Ares)

who used to be this peanut 10 yrs ago (baby picture of Ares)

Ares is a pure bread miniature pinscher.  Now before I get rocks thrown at me I do want to go on record saying this was the last bath of pure bread ones this lovely little breeder was having because he was retiring.  I was in desperate want of a child and the dog was to be one of those.  It was love at first sight.  I knew right away I wanted a little boy, even though his little sister was so tiny and cute, he looked like such a survivor.  His round belly, affinity to following me around and moving joyously as well as a 5 1/2 week old puppy could.  He was beautiful.  black and tan and I fell I love.  I mean in Total love.  He became my baby boy.

When he came home, I took great care of him, and he got a wee bit more mothering, but that answer will come later on as of why.

Now my poor baby seems to be in not so good of health.  You all know vets.  They love that money up front.  Nothing like our lovely little health care system. No barter system.  I’m looking at $400 just to run some tests.  I obviously have not made that much from sales this week, as unfortunate as it is, tis reality of an Independent.  My marketing sucks.

ANYWAY, sheesh I sure can ramble.  We’re going on round one.  His Bile testing is 5x its normal range, and his platelet count is just barely in its range.  It might be nothing, but this first round of testing is needed to see if we need to continue on.  He is a lovely one, one you would be proud to own.  He has been there for me through health issues of my own, basically he’s been my rock.  Best case scenario is that is was a fluke or that he has jaundice.  Other possibilities, cushings, pancreatitus, and the word that makes me tear since it is so near and dear to my heart that big Cancer word.  My mother died of pancreatitis so that is a tough subject and well, lets say I know a little big about that big C and leave it for now.

So if anyone would be so inclined to help fund for the help of my baby boy I would gladly appreciate it.  I’m not a materialistic person, I really just love him so much.  The best way is to buy the book at the link on the book.  It definitely will be a good cause.

Here is the link to the book.  This will go to a great cause.  A happy dog that has done wonders in keeping me around.