Sheesh, where do I begin? Writing memoirs is way harder than I ever imagined.
Good writing requires plenty of water and stretch breaks.
Flocko had no idea his memoirs would be so exhausting. Grammar, punctuation and no delete key.
Oh the stories this boy has to tell. Stories of love, stories of winning and I have no idea what else he has up his sleeve.
Joey is doing so well. We are absolutely amazed. He lets us soak his ear like we’re supposed to and today when I was out in the studio playing, he actually wanted to come out and play with me.
Not our Joey at all. Of course, he was pretty nervous and even the tastiest treats didn’t make him any more sure of himself, but overall, he did really well.
His appetite is completely back to normal, the strength in his hind legs has returned.
We will continue soaking his ear for the next three weeks and then his blue ear will come off. We hope and hope that the puffy ear does not return.
It’s the movie “If looks could kill”
I guess just hanging out is not what she had in mind. Goofy girlfriend.
Joey had a marathon happy nappy today. He’s still a little weak in the hind legs, but I’m hoping by tomorrow he’ll be back on his feet completely.
He didn’t want his breakfast, but by tonight, he was ready for some dinner. That is always a good sign.
It went so much better today than I anticipated. The vet met me at the back door and gently relaxed Joey.
Because he is so hard to get to the vet, she took one look at his teeth and made them a priority. She fixed his ear, sewed patch on the ear and went to work on his teeth. In fact, she pulled some teeth.
Tonight, he is doing amazing. He’s been outside to take care of business and now he is laying on a cushion near me, sound asleep.
Have I mentioned lately how much I adore and love our vet? She is the best of the best.
Well, the course of steroids and antibiotics did nothing for Joey’s ear. It isn’t as red and inflamed, but it may be even more puffy.
The plan is we’ll drive up to the back door of the vet clinic tomorrow morning and they will come out and sedate him in my car and then we’ll transport him in to do whatever they have to do.
I was so hoping we could just take care of it.
Joey will be 13 in May. He’s an entirely different dog from the dog he was when we first adopted him, but I still hate putting him through anything that is scary.
Wish us well, wish us luck, send us any good thoughts you can muster.