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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

A Gourmet Breakfast

Early this morning, I saw Reyna in the yard crunching on something, and it occurred to me that I might have to fuss at her later about eating acorns. Because they’re not really good for dogs. And then I moved on to dealing with the six furry monsters that kept me awake for several hours before dawn.

Going into the living room, I started our work-day routine by playing Oh-My-God-I’m-So-Happy-You’re-Awake with the dogs, opening the front and back doors, and checking my email. Back in the living room, I was gathering a few items together and happened to glance over at the back porch. Just beyond the door was a little carcass. I assumed it was a bird, since Reyna has brought me a couple of birds over the years. Not that I think she’s ever killed one...its much more likely that they’ve flown into a window or the side of the house and snapped their neck and she decided to take advantage. So, I get my gloves and walk to the back door and realize its not a bird. It’s a rabbit. Sort of. Actually, it was just a rabbit head and part of a front leg. And then I realized Reyna wasn’t crunching on acorns.

After tossing the rabbit head over the fence, I grabbed my shovel and started checking the yard. I found the back legs, still connected to each other but in a position no rabbit would ever enjoy, with just a smidge of fur still on one set of toes. I also found various innards scattered around. The dogs didn’t seem upset with me throwing the remains of their breakfast over the fence, so they were probably done with it. If I’d left it in the yard, they might have worked on it some more, but I was worried they might decide to bring parts inside. And, after all, Reyna does like to bury things in the couch and chair.

Based on the parts I found, it was a pretty big rabbit. I’m betting Reyna’s the one who killed it, because Duncan would probably just try to play with it. But they’d obviously shared the spoils. And I have to admit, I was impressed that there was no damage to the rabbit’s head – other than the fact that it was no longer attached to the rest of its body, of course. For a second, I thought about taking a picture so everyone could share, but you know what? Fluffy groundhogs stuck in fences are cute. Decapitated rabbit heads, not so much.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Ahhh....

I'd forgotten how liberating it is to lose 4 inches of hair....

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Decisions: Update

Found out today that Ashley's Angel Fund isn't going to help with Reyna's surgery. According to them, I make enough money that I should just be able to pay for it up front or put it all on a credit card. I wish they'd look at how much goes out and not just how much comes in...

They Come, But They Don't Like To Stay

Update: John has informed me that he did not drop the groundhog, he just put it down very qiuckly.

Early Sunday afternoon, the pups and I went outside to play. Duncan immediately went to the back left corner near the rose bushes and started checking the fence. He was so interested and focused that I started looking at the fence. The first thing I saw was a couple of areas along the back that I thought were mole holes into the yard. On closer inspection, I realized they were holes dug by something trying to get out of the yard, but with no success. By this point, Duncan was nosing around one of the rose bushes, so I went to see what was so interesting. I saw a grey fluffy body beneath the bush, and my first thought was “Oh, crap! The neighbor’s cat is in the yard!” Then I realized the tail was all wrong for a cat. And then I realized I had a groundhog stuck in the fence.


By this point, Reyna realized Duncan and I were looking at something, so she came over to check it out. Thinking the groundhog was just wedged under the fence, I tried moving the bottom edge of the fence a bit to see if that would help, but it didn’t. That’s when I figured out that the poor thing had tried to go out through one of the openings in the fence, rather than underneath. Checking the area, I could tell that his intended exit point was where he’d originally come into the yard. There was a hole dug there, with the dirt on the outside of the fence.


I got the dogs inside, since they were bugging the groundhog (plus, I was afraid if it got loose it would do some serious damage to one of them, and another vet bill really isn’t on the list of things I need these days). And then I called Trusty John. We talked about snipping the fence, but I was worried about hurting the groundhog worse trying to get snips between its neck and the fence. So John said he’d come on over and help. I went back outside to see how it was doing, and found that he’d flipped over onto his back.



John came over, and Operation Groundhog Rescue commenced. John didn’t want me taking pictures of him, so there aren’t any of the rescue. He managed to slide the groundhog’s chubby cheeks back inside the fence, and its head slipped free. And that’s when John got curious. As he was looking at the groundhog, it started struggling and bit him (John was wearing gloves, so no damage was done). When he dropped it, the poor thing was still on the wrong side of the fence and clearly confused about how to get out. He finally got back to the rose bush and crawled under the fence (its original plan, I’m sure). That little groundhog probably broke the current groundhog speed record, running away as fast as it could. With luck, it’ll tell all its little friends to avoid the yard.

Duncan was devastated to realize his new buddy was gone. I’m sure he would have hugged it and squeezed it and called it George. But Reyna probably would have tried to eat it. Since then, every time we go outside Duncan runs to the corner to see if his friend has come back. And Reyna has decided that if Duncan is looking at something at or near the fence, she has to go look, too. Because you never know, something interesting might be there.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

How Duncan Hides Things

Here is Duncan, pretending to be asleep, but really just hiding a bone from Reyna. With his foot.


And here he is, hiding a pig snout (yes, I said pig snout) from Reyna. With his mouth.


The sad part of both of these incidents is that Reyna didn't seem to realize that he had a bone. Or a pig snout. But then again, maybe she knew, she just didn't think it was worth the effort.

Friday, September 12, 2008

YouTube Is Educational

Yesterday at Target, I happened to get in a check-out line with a cute guy in front of me and a kid working the register.

Kid: You want cash back?
Cute Guy: Yes, one $20 and four $5s, please.
Kid thinks about this.
Cute Guy: But you can give me more than that, if you want.
Kid stares at Cute Guy, then stares at the cash in his hands. Cute Guy and I grin at each other, waiting for Kid to figure it out.
Kid: Oh! Huh. I get it.
Kid hands cash to Cute Guy.
Cute Guy (to me): The Jedi Mind Control almost worked that time.
Me: You were so close.
Cute Guy leaves, Kid starts scanning my items.
Kid: Was he serious about the Jedi Mind Control?
Me: Excuse me?
Kid: Beause I’ve been learning about it on YouTube.
Me: Really?
Kid: Yeah. So, was he serious?
Me: No. If he was serious, we’d all be using it.
Kid: Oh.

Monday, September 08, 2008

Decisions

Reyna has been deteriorating physically over the last few months. She’s been seizure-free for over a year now, and her allergies are under control. Unfortunately, her joints are causing a lot of trouble.

Two years ago she was diagnosed with severe dysplasia in her right hip and moderate dysplasia in her left hip. We’ve been treating that with glucosamine, chondroitin, omega 3 and Rimadyl, an anti-inflammatory. She would have occasional bad days, but most were good. The exception was last summer with the Phenobarbital, but once I got her off of that, she went back to normal. That’s changed.

Over the last 6 months, I’ve had to increase her maintenance meds twice and finally upped them a 3rd time this weekend. She’s had to have a higher dose on weekends (when I’m home and she’s more active) just so she can function. Every week or so, I see a new indication that she’s in constant pain, although I do think the severity of that pain changes throughout the day. In May, the vet found arthritis in her right front shoulder. Friday, the vet found early signs of arthritis in both knees. And when he made her bear her weight on her right rear leg, she bit him. Politely, of course. But, still. We’re rapidly reaching the point where I have to decide what’s the right thing to do for my girl. I have options. I just don’t know which one I’m going to select.

The first option is to do nothing. Keep her at the current (max) dose of anti-inflammatories and just wait it out. I don’t see this happening, because I will not be the person who says, “But she’s only been crying every time she gets up or lays down for the last few months...”

The second option is to start creating a cocktail of anti-inflammatories and pain killers, trying to find the right combo that eases her pain but doesn’t make her stupid or sick. This would be a slow process, figuring out which meds are the most effective and at what dose. Basically a trial-and-error process that is based solely on my observations of her behavior. And she would be on these meds for the rest of her life, making alterations when some new indication popped up that they weren’t working as well as they should.

The third option is surgery. The vet checked her x-rays from 2 years ago and said she is not a likely candidate for a hip replacement, because the neck of the femur bone of her right hip was already deformed. He is recommending a Femoral Head Ostectomy (FHO). In an FHO, the femur’s head and part of the neck are removed. Muscle is pulled up and over the remaining bone. This creates a “false joint” and prevents any more bone-on-bone contact. Its generally considered a salvage surgery, because once the bone is removed, nothing else can be done. The dog never gets back full range of motion, but the amount of pain should decrease significantly. Rehab takes 2-3 months for an active dog and involves a lot of work from the owner. The good thing is that the dog cannot damage the bone by too much activity (which is important, because I don’t think there are enough drugs in the world to keep Reyna quiet for several weeks), but they can set their recovery back a bit by making themselves sore. The surgery is generally done on one hip first, and the dog is given time to heal. If there appears to be a need for it, sometimes the second hip is also done. It just depends on how the dog reacts.

The fourth option is putting Reyna to sleep. This is the option I REALLY don’t want to do. The vet is against this because she’s young, active, and her pain is still manageable. Of course, the vet isn’t the person who has to pay for surgery or a lifetime of drugs.

The vet is suggesting either the drug cocktail or the surgery. I don’t want Reyna on a lot of drugs for the next several years. Never mind the wear on my bank account, I just don’t see how loading her with drugs can be a good thing. Especially since the pain is likely to continue getting worse over time. And its not like she can tell me if she doesn’t feel right...she just has to hope I see every behavioral change.

At this point, though, the surgery is pretty much a non-option, just because of the cost. An FHO is a lot cheaper than a total hip replacement, but I’d still be looking at a significant lay-out of funds. And even with the surgery, Reyna would still likely be on a low dose of anti-inflammatories for the rest of her life because of the arthritis in her shoulder and knees. Granted, there’s a good chance the arthritis wouldn’t get much worse, because she would be able to actually use her back legs more than she can now.

The vet and I talked about the financial aspect on Friday, and he told me this morning that he’s contacted Ashley’s Angel Fund to see if they would help us. The Fund is set up to assist with the cost of procedures that will either save a dog’s life or significantly increase the dog’s quality of life. If they agree to help us, the Fund would pay for 50% of the costs, which would already be dropped by 20% because of the arrangements between the vet’s office and the Fund. We should know in the next week or so if they’re going to agree to help Reyna. If they do, that puts the surgery option back on the table. I have to admit, I am extremely touched that he thought about this over the weekend and went through the process of applying for us. And my dear, sweet boss has already said he’ll arrange for me to work from home for a couple of weeks so I can take care of her, if this is the route we take.

For now, though, I’ve decided to add one new pain med to see if that helps her get through the day. She had trouble this Sunday during her SAR session – her first short search went fine, but she was hurting enough that she didn’t even pretend like she was searching the second time. Beyond this, I just don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t really like any of the options, but I know I can’t let her go on like this, getting worse on a steady basis, and not do something to help her. I know some people will say, “Its just a dog.” And to those people, I say, “How sad for you, that you’ve never experienced the joy of having a Reyna in your life.”

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

What A Weekend

The weekend was a colossal failure in the sense that I didn’t manage to get anything on my list done except taking the dogs to the pond. On the upside, I did manage to do a LOT of relaxing. The dogs had a great weekend, too. I know that by how hard they slept when we weren’t playing.

We got in two trips to the pond, and Duncan looked very handsome in his life jacket. Unfortunately, me being in the pond in my canoe wasn’t sufficient to get him swimming. He did moan and run along the bank a good bit, but wouldn’t get any deeper than his belly. Here he is, telling me it just isn’t worth it to actually swim.


I think the next step is to go somewhere with a nice, shallow bank so I can walk in with him. Carrying hot dogs. But not this hot dog.


And here are the pups in what became the standard activity of the weekend when I was sitting on the couch, reading or watching TV. Yep, all the horror stories are true...they have very hard lives.



And now I get to spend the rest of the week reminding myself that we're a day ahead of what my brain thinks.

Equality

Can't leave Reyna out of the funny picture posting, now, can I?

Caption This Photo

This is one of my favorite pictures from this weekend. Duncan really has the most expressive face.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Reminiscing, Part 2


This is Duncan the day after Reyna and I brought him home. He was 13 weeks old. I made the mistake of mentioning to his breeder that I was surprised his ears weren’t up, since Reyna’s were up at 10 weeks. The breeder immediately taped his ears, assuring me that they would stand up on their own soon. I had the vet remove the tape during our first visit, but it was too late. It took Duncan’s ears almost a month to come out of that position.

This Is Horrible

If you have a dog, are going to get a dog, or just buy toys for someone else's dog, please read Chai's story.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Long Weekend

Three whole days off...I can't wait! And for once, I only have one thing scheduled for the weekend. Duncan has freestyle practice Saturday evening for the Mutt Strutt coming up on the 6th. Other than that, the three days are fair game. I'm going to get a few chores done, try to finish my Hawaii scrapbook, and maybe take the dogs swimming once or twice. Duncan's life jacket is here, so we'll test that out (if I can get him in the water, that is). If he won't get in with a bit of encouragement, I may break out the canoe (the pond owner doesn't allow people to swim). I doubt he'll stay on the bank if both Reyna and I are in the water. And if I get all wild and crazy, I might actually veg on the couch or take a nap!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Reminiscing, Part 1


This is what Reyna looked like the day I brought her home, a mere 10 weeks old. I picked her up on a Wednesday, and I was not happy about having to do that. I had a business trip scheduled for the following week, but the current owner would not agree to keep Reyna for a few extra days. Thankfully, one of my coworkers fell madly in love with Reyna and agreed to keep her while I was out of town. Of course, Reyna was so stinking cute at that age that I had to almost forcibly remove her from my coworker’s office so I could take her home again.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

When The Dogs Are Away...

I day-camped the pups last Thursday so I could get some chores done at home (ever tried to mop the floor with two big dogs chasing the mop?) and I let the cats go outside for a little while to enjoy the warm, sunny day.








Monday, August 25, 2008

Working Girl

Dad went to SAR training with us yesterday morning, and Donny made sure he had a pretty good view of what we did. Unfortunately, he only took three pictures. Dad said later that he’s having trouble getting past the idea that he’s not wasting film. Oh, well. Maybe I’ll be able to get more pictures sometime (Jeff, are you available really early some Sunday?). And at least I have these.

For this exercise, our “victim” was hiding in the woods to the far left of the field, and she had entered those woods from several hundred yards even farther to the left. This means she didn’t lay a track in the field or at the edge of the woods. We started at the far right, and were given boundaries (basically, the tree line on either side of the field). Reyna wasn’t given a scent article, so we had to work the field until she caught the scent of someone new. That’s really all Reyna had to go on – we were looking for a person who hadn’t been hanging out with the rest of the group. Reyna’s way too good at this…we’d only worked the field for a minute or so before she caught the scent. And I’d like to point out that this was pretty large field – about 8 acres, nearly square. I followed Reyna to the wood line, where she caught a strong scent from the path the person had taken into the woods. She went along the wood line until she found an easy way in, and then went straight to the person. I think Dad was a bit disappointed that we got up at 5:00, drove an hour, and it took Reyna less than 10 minutes from start to finish. What can you do, though, when that’s all the time she needed?

Following the scent.

A successful find.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Just A Bit Of Bragging

Reyna’s been going to search and rescue practice sessions Sunday mornings for the last few weeks. She’s been having an absolutely wonderful time, which is what makes getting up at 5:00am worthwhile. The trainer, Donny, has been giving us difficult searches, making Reyna really work for her finds. The other dogs get to follow relatively fresh tracks directly to the “victim.” Reyna, though, gets sent to the far end of a patch of woods and has to search several acres with nothing more than a scent article. She’s been doing really well, and always finds the right person.

This past Sunday, Donny saw Reyna coming out of the woods after a long, successful search and said that it was very obvious that she truly loves SAR work. It must have been the combination of the big doggy grin and the smug expression on her face that gave it away. I told Donny that Dad was planning to come to this Sunday’s session, and so I wanted him to give Reyna something really good so she could show off. Donny laughed and said that Reyna is so good at SAR that everything she does is showing off. Then he said he wished we could have taped her session from the previous Sunday (a wind-scenting practice with no trail), because she was text-book perfect. Let me tell you, that just gives me a warm fuzzy, knowing that my girl not only loves what she’s doing, but that she’s also very good at it.

With luck, I’ll finally get some pictures of her working. This coming Sunday is another wind-scenting exercise. We’ll be in a huge field with tall grass, so the victim will be able to hide easily. Reyna will have to work the field to find the person, using nothing but the scent cone to lead her to the right place. Donny said he’d put Dad on a hill beside the field so he’ll have a good view (and hopefully take some good pictures!).

Coop

This is Coop, not yet 24 hours old.

And here he is with his big sister, Peyton.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Welcome To The World

My nephew, Joshua Cooper, joined the family last night at 10:58pm. He is 8lbs 1oz, and 21 inches long. He was 18 days early, but there weren't any complications. Mom and baby are both doing great. Happy birth day, Coop!

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Sometimes, Change Is Okay

If you looked at the post below, I’m sure you’d agree that its time to get Reyna a new ball. Unfortunately, she doesn’t always feel the same way. Normally, it takes about 2 days for me to convince Reyna that her old, nasty, destroyed ball really is gone and that the new, mostly round ball is what she has to play with. This time, the transition went much easier, though. I had a couple of extra basketballs in the garage, because if I see them on sale at Target or WalMart for $3, I’ll go ahead and get a few (because I’m smart like that. And because, God forbid, we ever again go through the drama that occurred when PetSmart suddenly discontinued that particular toy and I had to scramble around to find a suitable replacement). I got a ball out of the garage, poked a hole in it to get enough air out so she could carry it without getting her teeth stuck, showed it to her, and threw it across the yard. She immediately picked up the old ball and brought it near me to throw. So I threw it in the trash. She looked fairly distressed for a few minutes, but then Duncan saved the day. He picked up Reyna’s new ball. And we just can’t have that. This morning, Reyna was happily running after her shiny new half-flat basketball.