Yesterday was National Dog Day, a day we celebrate around here every day. But it sure didn’t start out like a celebration.
My mornings are always chaotic and rushed. I start my day out at 4:45 am and still it’s nip and tuck to get out of here and to work on time.
I got all of the dogs run successfully for the their first run of the morning, holding the pickles and the lettuce was no problem as I fixed all of the their different breakfasts.
First pack out. Check.
Second pack out. Something was wrong with Slinky. Honestly, I thought she had had a stroke. She could barely stand and couldn’t walk at all. It was 6:50 am. Evets closed at 7:30, same time my vet opened their doors. I finished running the dogs, kept checking on Slinky, tears streaming down my face. Jillian never left her side.
As I started to carry her out to the car, Jillian was not letting me out the door so I laid Slinky back down and kenneled Jillian. As I carried Slinky out the door, Jillian screamed. Not a bark, not a howl, she screamed at the top of her lungs. It only brought more tears, but I knew what I had to do.
The vet came immediately into the exam room, not really sure what was wrong. Her heart was racing much too fast, but after a little while she was able to stand and even started to walking.
I laid on the floor right beside her as they did an ekg and ever so slowly, her heart beat came down. They did a chest xray and it was unremarkable. We really have no idea what happened. But it scared the daylights out of me.
We celebrated the minute I brought her home. I let her outside and went to get Jillian. When Jillian saw her, her tail wagged like I have never seen it. She was so happy.
The twins turned 13 in May. Every day is a day to celebrate.
I have always thought that having litter mates was magical. There is a special connection that litter mates have, unlike any other.
Jillian and Slinky have been together since the beginning. They raced together and in the racing kennel, they lived side by side. When it was time for them to be adopted, they came to us so that they would always and forever be together.
While we were on vacation, Slinky gave us quite a scare. Our vet tech raced up to the kennel and got her back to our vet. She’s fine now, but she really had a worried for awhile. The twins turned 13 in May.
Timber came to Oregon as a young pup and Zippy stayed in Florida. Months before their fourth birthday, Zippy came to Oregon. The two connected just like they had always been together and never apart. I was out in the back yard with them tonight and after a little wandering, this is where they landed. Side by side. Just like they had always been together.
And now, Sage and Glory have joined the pack. Just barely five months old, the two babies are two peas in a pod. Completely inseparable.
I so hate to interrupt regularly scheduled programming, but Slinky needs a few paws crossed for her.
We got back from southern Oregon late Sunday night. It was an amazing trip and so relaxing. It really was something we needed.
Timber got car sick on the very first leg of our trip which set off an acute relapse of his inflammatory bowel disease. We were in close contact with his Dr. via the phone for the first three days. We picked up more meds on our way through Coos Bay and by the third day he was back to his old self.
Flo went on a hunger/no I am not taking my meds strike while we were gone. Since she had a vet tech staying with her, she spent some quality time at the vet clinic while we were away. She is now eating again and taking her meds in a pill hide-em contraption. We take a bison jerky treat, lather it with peanut butter, stick the pill on top, glop on more peanut butter to safely hide away any resemblance of a pill and then carefully place another bison jerky treat on top.
We call it her PB & B sandwich. Her heart rate has come down nicely and her respirations are good.
My last hair color job isn’t holding up so well right now.
But our poor little Slinky. The night before we got home, we think she may have been bitten by a spider. Her front paw swelled up and is quite painful for her. We got home from the kennel too late to get her to the vet last night so we opened the clinic this morning. X-rays showed that it was just soft tissue swelling. Thank you, thank you.
Tonight she is miserable, not eating and only going outside with her sister.
Hopefully by morning, after 24 hours on antibiotics, she will be feeling better. Any good thoughts you can send her way we will happily share with her. She is such a sweet, sweet girl and we love her so much. She and her sister are 12.5 years old and I start getting nervous when we hit 13 years old.