Mike Feiman

Blue Chillin' With PoolDawg's Mascot Frank

Ah, my dog Blue. He’s a great dog, but I’m pretty sure I’ve pushed some of my Jewish hypochondria on the poor guy. He spent most of yesterday at the doctor’s office getting a battery of tests to try and figure out why he’s been so limpy and lethargic as of late.

$450 in x-rays and blood work later, we find out that he’s an old dog with arthritis.  No bone cancer, just standard old man creakiness.  We’re still waiting on the bloodwork to come back, but since the x-rays didn’t show any signs of the big C, I’m hoping for clean results.

So now as part of our continual bonding experience, we both get to take glucosamine every morning.  I’m not sure what’s worse.  The fact that I have to take supplements that are bestsellers in the octogenarian set or the fact that I’m taking the same pills as my dog.

So in honor of my pooch, here’s some old school tunage from PP&M.  You’re my boy, Blue!