The weekend just got here. I am bowing in submission. Please just make Monday go away.
From the time Holly stepped into the water until her final time posted, we watched the Lake Stevens Ironman 70.3 athlete tracker. Holly finished in a very respectable 7 hours and 10 minutes. It was just one of those proud momma moments.
In the meantime, the dogs had conversations of their own, somewhat about the race, but mostly about themselves.
Timber wanted to know when the weimie was going home. Sharing his bedroom was never an approved agenda item. None-the-less, he has been a very gracious host.
Emma cheered her momma on. Once the race was over, she wanted to know why her momma wasn’t right here to pick her up.
Emma has been a joy to have this weekend.
My youngest daughter is off for the weekend, leaving us to baby sit the grand dog.
Where is Holly you might ask? She’s in Washington state doing the Half Ironman. 1.5 mile swim, 56 mile bike ride and a half marathon. Don’t ask me where she got those genes, they didn’t come from me.
I have however served notice that if she goes to Hawaii to do the Ironman there, I have to go to cheer her on.
Every time Emma goes outside, she watches the back door that Holly left out of. It is so sweet and kinda sad. This doggie loves her momma, maybe even more than her momma loves her.
Emma will just have to be patient. Her momma will be home on Monday.
Emma the grand dog is here visiting for the week-end and she brought her fancy pink wheels with her. I think this is the first time she has been with us since the red head joined the pack. She took one look at him towering over her and believe me, she’s watching her back.
Even with wheels, she’s still just as goofy as ever. Trying to get her to stand still for her modeling debut was challenging at best. She takes her wheels every where. Over curbs, through the grass, over feet, over my camera bag… ahem. She can walk a little on her own, but the wheels give her a whole new independence that she had lost when her hind-end went out on her.
We ordered her wheels from Handicapped Pets. It was probably the best money we could have spent.
On Sunday I did two sessions with my daughters. Megan and her family came down in the morning. Holly and her family came down in the afternoon.
I don’t remember the last time I had so much fun. It was bitter cold out, slightly windy and totally overcast, but the kids were troupers. I am still doing the post on last weeks greyhounds, but Emma sent me a text asking for more pics.
How could I possibly refuse the grand weimie?
Emma dahling, is this the one you wanted to see?
When Holly called me last Thursday and said that Emma couldn’t walk, my heart sank. As we sat in the clinic room with the vet and we weren’t getting much response from the hind-end, my heart broke for Holly.
We talked about the options and Emma seemed to listen. Her spirit was strong and her front-end was still as strong as an ox. We ordered a cart to support her hind-end and sent Holly home with a sling.
That first night wasn’t easy as Holly and Emma learned how to use the sling. The next day Emma figured it out and they were on their way. I knew in my heart that with Emma’s spirit and Holly’s determination that they would make it through this.
The report tonight is that Emma is walking around like it is nobody’s business. Her hind-end is weak, but she is getting around.
Just as I suspect, that cart will give Emma a whole new lease on life.
Way to go Emma and Holly.
About three weeks ago we went out to take pictures of Emma. She turned 12 this last Wednesday. On Thursday she woke up and was fine, but when she went outside, she had lost the use of her hind-end.
When Holly called me, I immediately had that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Karen and I met her at the vet clinic.
Emma has always been such a vibrant dog. She lived for tennis balls and treats, more treats and maybe one more tennis ball.
Without an MRI, the vet really couldn’t come up with a definitive diagnosis, but there was clearly something neurological going on. She couldn’t turn her back feet back over. We decided that since she was still as strong as an ox on the front end, and her mind is still as goofy as it ever was, that we would try a doggie wheelchair for her. As we sat in the vet clinic, I did a quick search on the Internet and found “Walking’ Wheels” and we placed the order yesterday.
She’s a little confused by everything that is happening, but by this morning she had figured out how to take care of business with a sling around her belly. Holly said she was even able to stand while she ate and drank.
So with the power of the paw, this little lady should be wheeling around the city in no time and Holly and Joe will have many more years with her.
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Hmmmm, wonder who?