When we go to the beach for a photo session, I go home a sandy, wet mess. Karen on the other hand, works very hard to stay dry and sand free.
The sun was fading fast, the tide was going out and I just wanted to get near the water.
Despite the hiccups we had early this week, the red head is doing awesome. He’s been off of the prednisone for nearly two weeks and he has amazing energy. His coat is feeling really nice and he’s back to the puppy we had.
Here’s to NO MORE PREDNISONE!
Well, almost. I’ve been working from home this week, something I love to do. The dogs all grab their favorite cushions and just hang out. Everyone except Danny Bleu. His place is at my feet under my desk.
I’ll probably have to go into the office tomorrow, darn! I so love being home with them.
If you have followed Timber since we got him nearly two years ago, you know that he has been slightly challenging in the health department. If our vet had kids, Timber would probably fund their college education at some Ivy League school on the east coast.
He was diagnosed with irritable bowel disease and has been on Flagyl and prednisone ever since. Before we went on vacation, we decided that we would test for Addison’s disease when we got back. We had to wean him off the prednisone and while we were on vacation, we increased the dose just in case he got stressed.
Last week we finally got him weaned off. He has been amazing. He wants to play, he brings out all of his toys, he has tons of energy and his coat is feeling oh so elegant. Karen and I have been so thrilled.
His test came back kind of inconclusive, maybe hinting at an atypical Addison’s disease. The plan was to keep him off the prednisone and re-test if the symptoms start to re-occur.
Our dogs keep us in a constant state of paranoia. We worry over everything, but we at least try to follow the 24 hour rule before racing to the vet clinic.
So yesterday, Timber went out to the backyard, ate a little grass and up came breakfast. 24 hour rule.
I worked from home today and he wanted to go out several times. That was a little unusual, because he normally sleeps. Sure enough, he ate more grass and this afternoon, he tossed his breakfast once again.
We called his vet this evening. We are still in a wait and see mode. Like she said, dogs eat grass and vomit. That’s what dogs do.
I don’t think I have ever bought a buckle collar for either our greyhounds or the borzoi. And the collar Timber is sporting was a complete impulse buy.
A few weeks ago we did a session with a pair of dogs out at the beach. They both were wearing new leather collars and I loved them. I just visited the website for a minute, just to look.
And then, I saw the green leather, so perfect for Timber. Karen loves the skull and crossbones, so I thought I would just ask if she had them. The next think I knew I had the tape measure around his neck. But I couldn’t stop with just the collar. No, I thought Karen needed a matching bracelet so I covertly measured her wrist.
The boy is so bad to the bone now.
I’m in the doghouse, again. Not Timber… me.
Karen and I started the day out at the Marion County Dog Shelter taking photos of the dogs looking for forever homes. Of course that always includes lots of ear scritches, sloppy wet kisses and the smell of other dogs all over us.
They always know when we’ve been there and they have learned to accept it.
But then, tonight we did a fundraiser for the Willamette Humane Society. And once again, it involved a few photos, tons of ear scritches, a few sloppy wet kisses, and yes, we came home smelling like other dogs.
The pack is not happy with us tonight. Not happy at all.
Apparently I have spent too much time this last week looking at images from our vacation and not enough time with our own dogs behind the lens.
I guess it is time for me to step up to the plate and start taking more photos at home.
Don’t worry Timber, I got the message, loud and clear.
You give me this beautiful “come hither” look and you have food on your nose. Really?
I kinda like have two weeks off for vacation, work four days and then have a four day weekend.