Author: hannahbelle

No news is good news! A new routine is forming. I get walked twice a day, but it’s physical therapy and I don’t really like it. I have a sore on my bum from sitting on my hip bone, but Mommy is spraying some antibiotic dust on it regularly. Mommy says no more swimming until that thing heals. I’ve started eating kibble again. I still get things to try to entice me to eat, but I’m hungry enough to eat the dog food. Dr. Andrews says that’s best, because I need to be eating a balanced diet.

Speaking of Dr. Andrews, my last blood test came back good. My creatinine is 1.8, pretty close to normal, which is 1.5. Mommy bought all this fancy K/D food for me. It’s like $3 per can, but I don’t like it. At least now that my kidneys are working again, I don’t have to eat it. Dr. Andrews says that Purina One is just fine. That’s what I like best if I have to eat dog food.

Since I don’t have any exciting news, I will introduce you to my friends.

I will let these videos tell the rest of my story:

While Mommy is at work, I hang out with Uncle Shawn. Today, I went to the gate (we live in a gated apartment complex, yes, an apartment complex that rents to Rotties) and started barking. Uncle Shawn took me out and let me walk with no help. I had to take a few breaks, but I went up to the regular spot where we turn around and back. When Mommy got home from work, we decided to bring my sarong (they help lift my hiney with the sarong) and walk down to my friend, Moki’s apartment and back. Moki’s is about twice as far down the block as we have been going. Right when Mommy was texting Auntie Kay, she and Moki came out for a walk. Moki is a young, energetic guy, so Auntie Kay put him back in the apartment, so he wouldn’t overwhelm me. Mommy, Auntie Kay and Uncle Shawn hung out for a while and petted me and scratched my belly before we headed back home. I had to use the sarong on the way home, but Mommy thinks it may be more about me being a stubborn Rotti, than my ability to walk. I don’t like going home. That’s where they give me pills, sub-q fluids and shoot baby food into my throat. I’m not on fluids and I’m eating on my own, so really, the only torture I’m getting is a couple of pills a day, but I’m still stubborn.

Here’s a photo of Moki. He likes peanut butter in his Kong.

Tomorrow I go for my checkup. Keep your fingers crossed that my creatinine is back to normal! Also, I think that Mommy and Uncle Shawn are going to get some PVC and make me a wheelchair tomorrow. It’s just for temporary and maybe for longer walks in the future. I plan on being Queen of the Block soon. Give me a few days and we will walk down to JJ’s. JJ is a Rotti, too.

Here’s a photo of JJ and I. She’s a big girl, too. She’s taller than me, and I’m pretty tall. She lives half way around my block. I have a very cool block. There’s Moki, JJ and Waylon, who are dogs. There’e PK, which is short for Porch Kitty. She doesn’t like me, but I like her. Then there are lots of cool people, like Auntie Annie, Auntie Kay (Moki’s mom), Auntie Cindy, Uncle Robert, Uncle David (JJ’s dad) and Auntie Dina (Waylon’s mom). I can’t wait to start walking around the block again!

I’m feeling better, so now it’s time to get strong again. Mommy is making me walk a little every day. She and Uncle Shawn help me and they bring my binky, and let me lie down as many times as I want, but they are making me walk.

Mommy is thinking about building me a wheelchair, but we’ll give it a few weeks and see how well I walk once I get my strength back.

I am feeling a lot better! The doctor said that I can’t have any fat or salt, so Mommy was trying to force feed me all sorts of stuff that I didn’t like. Finally, my Aunt Karen took Mommy to Save-A-Lot and bought chicken tenders. Mommy baked them and I started eating them. That was Saturday. I only eat a couple at a time, but Mommy and Uncle Shawn make sure I eat many times a day. Once I started eating those things, I started feeling better.

So here’s what has happened in the last week: I came home from the surgery vet, where I had stayed for 5 days on fluids and IV antibiotics, last Monday. That vet is nearly an hour’s drive from our apartment, so when I still wasn’t doing so great, Mommy and Uncle Shawn took me to my regular vet on Thursday. She took blood and everything was improving except my creatinine, so she sent me home with subcutaneous fluids. She said absolutely no fatty or salty foods, because I could get pancreatitis, and that would be the end of me. I would not eat the K/D or I/D food that she sent home with us, so Mommy got baby food and a big syringe and squirted that gross stuff down my throat. I wasn’t too happy about it, but I was too weak to fight. Previously, I hadn’t wanted to eat chicken, but Aunt Karen convinced Mommy to get those chicken tenders and Mommy baked them instead of boiling them. I like them baked! So I started eating and I was getting fluids every day. Today, Monday, was my last day of fluids. I’m glad, because I don’t like when Mommy sticks me with the needle.

Here’s a photo of when I climbed into Uncle Shawn’s be when he left me alone for a few minutes. This was on Friday, before I started eating on my own. I was still a little down and out on that day, but not so down and out that I couldn’t climb up on Shawn’s bed. Did I mention that I LOVE Shawn? He’s my boyfriend. I’m so glad that we moved to this apartment complex where Shawn lives. He takes care of all of the dogs, but I know he secretly loves me best.

Now I’m feeling good enough to snarl at Mommy when she gives me my pills. She says that there are only 2 1/2 days worth of pills left…. Yay!!!

So, I’m eating, walking, using the bathroom like I should and snarling when I don’t like something…. I’m getting back to normal.

Here’s a photo of me being a sassy bitch (yes, I’m a girl dog) about my medicine.

Oh, I almost forgot…. the vet told Mommy to use a beach towel to help me walk, but Mommy ran out of clean beach towels, so she used a sarong. It’s much better. First, it’s more stylish than a towel, second, it is thin enough that it can be tied loosely around my waist, so it’s there when someone needs to help me out. Honestly, I like to get up and walk around without help, especially if I need to go poop, ya know what I mean?