Ears in action are always fun. Just like a bad ear day, you never know where they are going to go when the dawgies start running around the acre.
Mickey’s ears have a combo standie-up and free fly.
First, the good.
Feb. 20 the Fly Boys joined us from Florida.
Nov. 2 Pasha joined the gardens when his family moved to California
Nov. 9 Joey comes up to us on his own for ear scritches
Nov. 26 Crystalbella is back after four years in another home
Dec. 15 Cinderella arrived home from Florida
And then, the bad.
March 28 Cleo is diagnosed with lymphoma and goes to the bridge
April 9 Adam diagnosed with auto immune hemolytic anemia, and as of January 9, 2009 he will be nine months post diagnosis
July 31 Oneco goes to the bridge
Aug. 1 Clancy diagnosed with sarcoma, surgery removed the tumor with clean margins
Unfortunately, the Ugly
Vet bill for 2008 $13,717.40
Dog food 7,280 lbs.
It is not a secret. I have a huge physical attraction to white and black greyhounds. I remember the day Mickey was born. He was going to be ours. Mickey was our third racer, but he wanted nothing to do with it. Shortly after he started his racing career, he retired. Karen flew to Florida for her first time at the racing kennel to bring him home.
On one of my trips down to the kennel, I met Moose. He is just a very cool dog. I knew immediately that he was a Greyhound Garden hound and that he was coming home. He came home with Mickey. The two are best friends and are known as the “Fly Boys.:”
Our vet clinic, Companion Pet, North Salem sometimes feels like the only social outing we get.
Saturday morning Da dawg week starts on Saturday. This was going to be a greyt week.
Just like normal, we were first in line at the vets with Adam. Urine showed no bacteria, and blood count for the first time since April topped 50. A greyt week! Woo Hoo. Or at least we thought.
Blender was seven days into her antibiotic for her scunned toe, it was healing quite nicely. A greyt week, woo hoo. At least that is what we thought.
Sunday evening Oneco showed no interest in dinner and had a cough. No breakfast Monday either and so, we were first in line at the vet clinic.
X-rays showed something in her lungs. Her heart sounded a little funky. First guess was congestive heart failure so home we went armed with lasix. 24 hours later, we really didn’t see any improvement and Tuesday morning we were back at the clinic. This time we left her for the day for IV antibiotics thinking that maybe she had pneumonia. We brought her home for the evening with the plan to have her spend the next day on IV antibiotics again.
Tuesday night out of the clear blue, I noticed a lump on Clancy’s right front leg just above his elbow. It was huge, about the size of my fist and I have no idea when it appeared. That gnawing feeling reappeared in the pit of my stomach and I knew there would be two going to the clinic the next day.
I walked in the door and asked Karen if we couldn’t get just one break. She smiled and took the next pack out. It was time for Flocko to play with his ball. Not three minutes later she came in to announce, “Nope, we weren’t getting a break this week, Flocko just broke his toe.”
Fortunately, it popped right back into place when she tried to bandage it. No vet trip for him.
Wednesday morning Oneco went in at 7:30 a.m., I made a mad dash for work and when I went home at noon, I stopped by the clinic to drop Clancy off. Wednesday after work I returned to the clinic to bad news and more bad news.
Oneco was not showing any improvement nor was she showing an interest in food. Not a good sign, the decision would have to be made soon.
Clancy had a needle biopsy and a first look, didn’t look good, but we would know more when the results returned.
Both babies went home for the evening knowing that Oneco’s time would be soon and Clancy was scheduled for surgery on Friday.
Thursday morning Oneco spent a good portion of the night panting. Early the next morning she asked to go out and when she came in, she coughed up blood. At that very moment, we knew that this would be the day our hearts would be broken again.
We had just gotten home from taking Oneco first to the clinic for her final shot and then off to the humane society for a private cremation. Just like always, we turned Blender out and she ran to the back fence. This time she returned on three legs, bleeding like crazy. 4:30 p.m., and it is back to the clinic.
Blender had broken her toenail off at the first joint exposing the bone, surgery was scheduled for the next day. She and Clancy would be sharing the surgical suite.