bichon frisee

Make Tea, Not War.
If it weren’t for the sturdy construction of a late 2008 MacBook—yes, white (well, more like off-dingy-white) shell and all—and the soft, fluffy rug—a housewarming gift from your mother–that covered your hardwood floors, the computer would have been shattered when you vaulted from the couch after the article—sent from a friend that was in desperate need of a lesson in softening the blow–loaded on the screen.

“Fuck!” you cursed, haphazardly picking your laptop up by the corner and tossing it on the sofa. “Shit, fuck!” Snatching your not-yet-empty wine glass from its perch, you stomped into your flat’s little kitchenette and uncorked the bottle of red while downing what remained in your glass. You poured and downed another.

“Really?!” you screamed at the pocket pig calendar hanging opposite you, a bit of spittle and wine flying from your mouth.

Poor Darius; he and his little cowboy hat didn’t deserve any of this.

You tried to calm yourself, really you did, but after a few huffing breaths that were anything but calming, you gave up and grabbed the bottle of wine before heading back to the couch. Your phone was at your ear, number selected and dialed, before the blankets and pillows had even settled from the force of your entire body weight slamming dramatically into them.

“Honey, are you alright?” Despite the hint of worry in her tone, your mum’s voice managed to calm you a bit; suddenly air wasn’t being forced in and out of your lungs as a more natural rhythm took hold.

“No,” you answered tartly before taking another swig of wine. It was silent as you both waited for the other to speak.

“Well are you going to tell me or can I get back to bed?” Mum was always impatient when it came close to bedtime; she was a solid eight-hour sleeper—nothing more and nothing less—and she coordinated her bedtime and wakeup time perfectly so she always got the right amount of sleep.

“He’s…engaged,” you said bitterly, lips puckering around the words, a sour taste left in your mouth at the admission; it didn’t feel right coming off your tongue. And it wasn’t jealousy—or at least you didn’t want to admit it was—because you weren’t entirely sure that if He were replaced with We you would be left with the same sour feeling.

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vicchan-and-yuuri submitted:

Here is a doggo for you. Her name is Gracie and she gets nervous and pees when you leave her. Her sister Peipei is very weird. She sounds like she was raised by sheep. They are both Bichon Frises and they were on a tv show.

oh my godddddd!!! look at this beautiful doggo!! i have been blessed

also omg she gets nervous when u leave her ;-; what a smol bab

so much floof and adorableness. protect her

anonymous asked:

I know you have a lot of these lined up, but would you please be willing to do a post on the Bichon Frise?

The Bichon Frise is a small fluffy dog that’s not as popular as the maltese x shih tzu mixes, but I still see a fair few of these dogs and their crosses in practice.

Before I go too far, these posts are about the breed from a veterinary viewpoint as seen in clinical practice, i.e. the problems we are faced with. It’s not the be-all and end-all of the breed and is not to make a judgement about whether the breed is right for you. If you are asking for an opinion about these animals in a veterinary setting, that is what you will get. It’s not going to be all sunshine and cupcakes, and is not intended as a personal insult against your favorite breed. This is general advice for what is common, often with a scientific consensus but sometimes based on personal experiences, and is not a guarantee of what your dog is going to encounter in their life.

Originally posted by ay-lee

Certainly the most frequent reason for me to see a Bichon Frise in the clinic is for an ear infection. Floppy, hairy ears are more likely to trap moisture and predispose to infection. While many of these dogs may have little issue with their ears through their life, once they get an ear infection it can be more challenging to get rid of it.

I also see these dogs regularly for dental disease, and for most of them even regular chewing of bones hasn’t helped them keep their teeth. Daily brushing by the owners does help, but not every owner achieves this and many of these dogs have needed more than one dental cleaning in their lifetimes.

Allergies and Atopy also seem to be very, very common. It’s especially common to see these otherwise perfectly white dogs with their feet stained brown from licking them constantly. Owners vary in how much they are willing to treat this.

Cushing’s Syndrome (Hyperadrenocorticism) seems to be a bit more common that average in this breed too. It can be harder to notice because this breed typically doesn’’t go bald on the body, at least not until very late in the disease progression, due to their particular coat. The for on the body may seem thinner and more brittle though.

The Cushing’s Syndrome may possibly be linked to liver disease, which many of these dogs seem to get to some degree in their old age. It also wouldn’t be unexpected to see some type of liver shunt in young bichons, particularly any that are poorly grown or runty.

I’ve seen a few very impressive bladder stones cut out of this breed, and they were quite large so the dogs must have been carrying them for a while.

And luxating patellas are relatively common, though not as much as in tiny breeds we end up doing surgery on these dogs relatively frequently.

Those coats definitely take some maintenance though, and it should not come as a surprise to any potential owners that these dogs require grooming.