Last night my 'rents took me for my first real walk since I got home from the hospital. We went down the sidewalk that goes along the south side of our backyard to the corner. The backyard neighbor dog, Josie, barked and barked and barked at me. She always does that. My Mom told Josie to be quiet, but she can't help it.
We turned the corner and walked past the front of the backyard neighbor's house, then turned around and went back home again. I wanted to go farther (further?), but my 'rents said no. They don't want me to overdo it!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Westie Rollyo
My Mom made me a Westie Rollyo today. Cool. It is an easy way to search my favorite Westie sites without also getting a bunch of stuff about Beagles and Doxies.
My Mom's best friends are partial to Beagles and Doxies, but I like to stick with my own kind.
My Mom's best friends are partial to Beagles and Doxies, but I like to stick with my own kind.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
It Is Hard to Keep a Good Pup Down
I am getting better and stronger every day. It is good to feel good again! My 'rents give me four kinds of pills -- Rimadyl, Famotidine, Ampicillin, and my usual thyroid pill. I get half tabs of the first two and my thyroid pill. My Mom usually puts those in the hole of a Cheerio. I like Cheerios. The Ampicillin is big and doesn't taste very good. The best way to have that is rolled up in a slice of shaved turkey.
I am eating a bland diet (stuff like hamburger with a little pasta or rice or potatoes), too. On Saturday, I can also start having some IAMS soft canned food mixed with my regular food. In about 3 days, I can start having my regular brown dog food all by itself.
I'm not supposed to do the stairs, but my Mom says it is hard to keep a good pup down. She tries to make me wait for her so she can carry me up and down, but I'm in a hurry. A girl's gotta move!
This is what my horoscope for today said: "Restless and free-spirited, you feel like you have to loosen up and break free from restrictive situations at this time. You seek freedom and spontaneity and have little patience with dry, tedious situations."
Sounds right to me!
My Mom put a link to my sign (Libra) on my blog.
I am eating a bland diet (stuff like hamburger with a little pasta or rice or potatoes), too. On Saturday, I can also start having some IAMS soft canned food mixed with my regular food. In about 3 days, I can start having my regular brown dog food all by itself.
I'm not supposed to do the stairs, but my Mom says it is hard to keep a good pup down. She tries to make me wait for her so she can carry me up and down, but I'm in a hurry. A girl's gotta move!
This is what my horoscope for today said: "Restless and free-spirited, you feel like you have to loosen up and break free from restrictive situations at this time. You seek freedom and spontaneity and have little patience with dry, tedious situations."
Sounds right to me!
My Mom put a link to my sign (Libra) on my blog.
Monday, August 18, 2008
'Dem Bones!
My Mom hasn't written anything for me for a while 'cuz I've been sick! Let me tell you the tale ...
Wednesday, August 6, 2008, was much like any other summer day. I guarded while my 'rents were at work and did some sniffing and some napping. When my 'rents got home, they grilled spare ribs and veggie packets made of potatoes, zucchini from the garden, carrots, and onions. It smelled really, really good and I looked my cutest in hopes that I would get to lick the plates and chew on some bones. My 'rents don't give me bones as a rule -- I'm pretty much limited to one cup of dry, brown food a day plus some plates to lick. Well, cuteness ruled the day and my Mom gave me those bones to chew on. What a surprise!
I took full advantage and ate them all up. When she came back to check on me a little later, she was surprised to find that the bones were gone. They were in my stomach.
A little later, Dad was playing online chess and Mom was downstairs watching TV and reading the paper and doing puzzles. I was laying in the living room upstairs, starting to feel bad. Major tummy ache! I moaned and my Mom came upstairs to see what was going on. She gave me a few pets and went back downstairs. A few minutes later, I just had to moan again. My tummy hurt! She came up and petted me again and I could tell she was a little bit concerned. I decided to go downstairs with her and went to sleep on the floor and stayed there the rest of the night.
Well ... the next morning, I wasn't very perky and my Mom could tell that things weren't quite right. She could tell that even more when she got home from work that night. I was sick. The next morning it was even worse and my Mom told my Dad that she thought I needed to go to the vet. He took me to Heart River Animal Hospital, told them about my spare rib bone meal, and they checked things out. They knew that bones, especially for a little dog my age, were not a good thing. They said my color was good (my Dad thought to himself, black & white?), but that I didn't seem bloated or gassy. They said I was having a little trouble digesting those bones, but that things would likely resolve themselves naturally. Still, they gave my Dad their emergency number and said to call if I didn't get better.
On Saturday morning, I was in rough shape. Really. I had gone outside the night before and ended up staying out all night 'cuz I was too sick to come in. My Dad went outside to check on me and brought me in the house. I was wet and muddy. It had rained a little and I just couldn't manage to come in out of the rain on my own. I felt bad! My 'rents were really worried. My Mom had to go to Plentywood that day to see her Mom so she couldn't stay with me, but my Dad did. I was lethargic and then I started to have a panic attack and then my right leg wasn't working right so he called the vet and took me to the hospital. And that's where I stayed for the next several days!
To make a long story a little shorter, the bones were stuck in my tummy and weren't going anywhere. Surgery was an option and my 'rents decided that's what we needed to do. My Mom came to the hospital on Wednesday morning (August 13 -- an inauspicious date!) at 7 a.m. to see me and wish me well. We were both so happy to see each other. She petted me and said she was sorry she gave me those bones and said that I was a good dog and that she wanted me to get better. When she was starting to leave, I got up to go with her, but she said I had to stay. The doctors kept my 'rents posted about the surgery. Everyone was very glad when I came through it all just fine! They pulled a lot of bones out of my stomach and saved them for my 'rents to see.
After my operation, I had to stay in the hospital for a couple more days. I wanted to go home! My Dad came to pick me up late in the morning on Friday, August 15. I was still pretty wobbly, but it was good to be home. Every day since then, I have been getting better and stronger. My 'rents had to feed me rice cereal through a syringe a few times, but now I am starting to eat on my own. They have to give me lots of meds (usually in a piece of turkey or a cheerio), too.
Today I resumed my plate licking duties! I'm back, Baby! I'm back!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008, was much like any other summer day. I guarded while my 'rents were at work and did some sniffing and some napping. When my 'rents got home, they grilled spare ribs and veggie packets made of potatoes, zucchini from the garden, carrots, and onions. It smelled really, really good and I looked my cutest in hopes that I would get to lick the plates and chew on some bones. My 'rents don't give me bones as a rule -- I'm pretty much limited to one cup of dry, brown food a day plus some plates to lick. Well, cuteness ruled the day and my Mom gave me those bones to chew on. What a surprise!
I took full advantage and ate them all up. When she came back to check on me a little later, she was surprised to find that the bones were gone. They were in my stomach.
A little later, Dad was playing online chess and Mom was downstairs watching TV and reading the paper and doing puzzles. I was laying in the living room upstairs, starting to feel bad. Major tummy ache! I moaned and my Mom came upstairs to see what was going on. She gave me a few pets and went back downstairs. A few minutes later, I just had to moan again. My tummy hurt! She came up and petted me again and I could tell she was a little bit concerned. I decided to go downstairs with her and went to sleep on the floor and stayed there the rest of the night.
Well ... the next morning, I wasn't very perky and my Mom could tell that things weren't quite right. She could tell that even more when she got home from work that night. I was sick. The next morning it was even worse and my Mom told my Dad that she thought I needed to go to the vet. He took me to Heart River Animal Hospital, told them about my spare rib bone meal, and they checked things out. They knew that bones, especially for a little dog my age, were not a good thing. They said my color was good (my Dad thought to himself, black & white?), but that I didn't seem bloated or gassy. They said I was having a little trouble digesting those bones, but that things would likely resolve themselves naturally. Still, they gave my Dad their emergency number and said to call if I didn't get better.
On Saturday morning, I was in rough shape. Really. I had gone outside the night before and ended up staying out all night 'cuz I was too sick to come in. My Dad went outside to check on me and brought me in the house. I was wet and muddy. It had rained a little and I just couldn't manage to come in out of the rain on my own. I felt bad! My 'rents were really worried. My Mom had to go to Plentywood that day to see her Mom so she couldn't stay with me, but my Dad did. I was lethargic and then I started to have a panic attack and then my right leg wasn't working right so he called the vet and took me to the hospital. And that's where I stayed for the next several days!
To make a long story a little shorter, the bones were stuck in my tummy and weren't going anywhere. Surgery was an option and my 'rents decided that's what we needed to do. My Mom came to the hospital on Wednesday morning (August 13 -- an inauspicious date!) at 7 a.m. to see me and wish me well. We were both so happy to see each other. She petted me and said she was sorry she gave me those bones and said that I was a good dog and that she wanted me to get better. When she was starting to leave, I got up to go with her, but she said I had to stay. The doctors kept my 'rents posted about the surgery. Everyone was very glad when I came through it all just fine! They pulled a lot of bones out of my stomach and saved them for my 'rents to see.
After my operation, I had to stay in the hospital for a couple more days. I wanted to go home! My Dad came to pick me up late in the morning on Friday, August 15. I was still pretty wobbly, but it was good to be home. Every day since then, I have been getting better and stronger. My 'rents had to feed me rice cereal through a syringe a few times, but now I am starting to eat on my own. They have to give me lots of meds (usually in a piece of turkey or a cheerio), too.
Today I resumed my plate licking duties! I'm back, Baby! I'm back!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
A Walk to Remember
My Mom took me for a walk tonight and let me sniff lots. When I sniff, my 'rents always say that I must be adding to my life list. They keep life lists for birding and figure I must have a list of all the kinds of dogs that have left their mark where I am sniffing.
I got a treat tonight, too. A kitty shaped milk & honey treat from Tricia's Bakery. Tricia makes good things for both animals and people.
I got a treat tonight, too. A kitty shaped milk & honey treat from Tricia's Bakery. Tricia makes good things for both animals and people.
Monday, August 4, 2008
The Days Are Just Packed!
I was up early with my Mom today to help her get ready for work. I got my thyroid pill in a cheerio and licked her breakfast dishes, then jumped on the bed to keep my Dad company while he slept. Sniffage and nappage took up most of the rest of my time. I greeted my Mom when she came home and we went outside and I got a belly rub on the patio. It doesn't get much better than that!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Comet's Trading Card
A real collecTER's item!Today my Mom was playing around with Flickr and we decided that I should have my very own trading card.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
My Horoscope
Today my horoscope said that "the value of properly placed priorities cannot be underestimated now." After some pondering and musing about my priorities, I decided to take a nap.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Hello World
This blog is all about me -- Comet the Ter Pup.
I don't have thumbs so my Mom will do the typing.
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