Back in September, I found a little Chihuahua dog in my fully fenced, gates always closed yard. Called the Humane Society to give them a description of the dog and my info. Once upon a time, they would gratefully accept any offer to foster a stray, as they are always so full, particularly in today's economy. Animals are being left behind and dumped constantly by people losing their homes. At any rate, the Humane Society informed me (not so politely) that I would "have to bring the animal in" that they cannot and WILL not take any information. And, by the way, if I keep it here for 3 days, they recognize it as MY animal and THEY do NOT accept "surrender dogs". Ticked me smooth off! When I told DH what I had been told, he was just as upset as I was and said the dog could live with us if his owners didn't show up. So, I took his picture and posted it at the feed stores, etc, around town. Nobody claimed him. So, we dubbed him "Dewey". DH calls him "Screwey D". Dewey is pretty fearful (which I'm told is typical of the breed) he is still learning how to play, and I'm not so sure he undersood english when he first came here (honestly). But a really sweet little boy. He's not neutered (yet) and thinks he needs to mark EVERYTHING as his. He's taken to sleeping with us at night. Usually under the covers, RIGHT next to me. I've grown to rather enjoy his warmth on my tired old back. I walk him every afternoon/evening so he doesn't leave any little 'gifties' for DH to step in first thing in the morning. He loves it, and so do I (especially the side effects I've gotten--a bit more room in the seat of the pants). I realized Tuesday that Dewey hadn't urinated normally all morning. Watched him carefully all afternoon and at 4, I called the vet. I didn't think he had urinated more than a drop or two all day. They can see him the next day, I'm told. So, bright and early the next day, to the vet we go. "Hmmmmm.......he's really swollen.......I'm thinking it's prostrate, but could also be stones. Let's take some x-rays." DD and I wait........and wait........when they call us back to see the digital films, we see what looks like a fracture of "himself" (family forum here; I didn't know boy dogs had a bone 'there'.) "He'll have to stay so we can anesthetize him and get a good look." Not a fracture at all, he's full of stones! And, apparently, dogs who are prone to urinary stones typically make one or the other of two kinds. Not Dewey, he makes 'em both! (can't remember the two kinds now) He's been at the vets' since Wednesday because: a) he keeps pulling his catheter out (making it difficult to empty the bladder), and b) he's not urinating on his own. Until he can urinate on his own, he can't come home. I really didn't realize how much he meant to me until he wasn't here. Here's mama's boy the day he showed up here. Look at his enormous smile! Sorry this is so long. Just needed to vent to folks who I KNEW would sympathize. Thanks for lending me your shoulders!