There’s birdies up in the sky ma….Kenai 2 yrs old
All posts for the month March, 2010
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on March 31, 2010
A new “cyber friend” at http://my-dopey-danes.blogspot.com/ has 10 puppies! Awww, I just love the tiny tots. There’s an immense amount of hope about the little ones, having all the possibilities of a good life ahead of them. Besides, they’re adorable.
Ever growing balls of rotund baby-ness, unaware they should eat their food, not wear it. The little baby grunts when they just fall over for no reason. The way they drop off to sleep no matter what, and suckle out loud while dreaming. Yep. I adore Dane babies!
Here were my 2 brats (my baby pictures have fur) the day we met. BB was a soft little squeaky toy and Kenai was a confident 30 pound chunk of me-explore. What’s not to love?
Other than the crate crying and peeing in the bed with you anyway. What’s a little piddle between best buds? It’s nothing a bottle of Nature’s miracle can’t fix, right?
Scratch N Patch are glad to be home and together again, that’s for sure. Kenai went straight into Big Bro mode: BB’s in a lot of pain from his endless play time while we were gone, so bannana butt has a half bald shadow we refer to as a Kenai. The doggie day care might not see Beebs for awhile–his first visit was 36 hours long!
In a way it was good we didn’t get home in time to pick him up Friday night. It gave me time to apply some TLC to Kenai and get him all settled in again. Good because BB needed just as much TLC–pain meds, a gentle little baby bath with a soapy cloth, kisses and a super duper soft bed of which we only have 1. I thought at first he’d just pulled a BB and played too much.
The day care said he wouldn’t eat for them after the first night, and I think I know why: there’s a scratch on his back with a blazing hot area right over a vertebrae. He may have hurt his back. There’s no loss of feeling or nerve reflex in the back legs, (oh boy did I check) but he’s trying to carry all his weight in the front ones. Uh-oh.
We gave him Tramadol for pain, and when that didn’t give him relief we broke down and gave him a leftover steriod pill. I hate using steroids because of all their side effects, but they’re the best anti-inflammatory around. He was a bit better after a time. He’s rebounding so maybe BB won’t have to go to the vet for xrays.
I’d written in an earlier post my attitude towards winter was “take your snow and shovel it”. It seems I’m the one shoveling still…The real problem though is the freezing rain. There’s an uprooted tree in our back yard and it ain’t over yet.
Seems scratch and patch are also known as ouch and ooch right now, poor babies.
Later in the week…Scratch aka BB is doing much better. He’s almost back to his usual gait and is wanting to play. We had a good play time inside Tuesday, so Wednesday I’ll take advantage of the lovely warm weather before it goes away again.
Patch, aka Kenai, is doing pretty well, all over the big ugly vet visit. He went to see Dr Susan, his accupuncture vet here, and felt so snazzy after the needles came out he gave her a really animated rub love and a big ol play bow. Needless to say, he got rump rubs and smoochie hugs from her!
After several days of eating like a horse, big Brown is slowing down on me again, at least in the mornings. Durn, it felt good to have him bug me to eat like he used to. But so far we’ve lured him into the lovely smell of stinky treats on his half-cooked raw diet.
—–my plans for a lovely funny end to the post have fizzled a bit: I took a couple really hard falls Thursday thanks to the rainy weather messing with my balance. Nothing broken (too much blubber for that). I can type a short time, then it just ol’ hurts. Might I mooch a raincheck? A few more days of healing and I should be back to normal…
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on March 28, 2010
Do it smell good? When you want to spark interest, ask Grammy to have a go…Kenai 2 yrs
Last weekend was a replay of the weekend before–no eating, gastritis, mucousy stools, vomiting by Sunday night. Here we go again. Yet another trip to the vet Monday, my cool nowhere in sight. 2 years of this has officially gotten entirely too long. I had to make my urgency about ending this unending sickness very very plain (you can imagine).
Since Kenai will usually start to eat a little bit by late afternoon, I’ve kept the boy on a roll since Monday afternoon: small feedings every 4-6 hours. That meant a 3 am feeding Tuesday morning (no bottle for this baby, just red meat).
Low and behold, he ate!! Once I really woke him up with the sweeper anyway.
And some good news about BB–the latest cytology that had us worried was cross contaminated by bacillus, the good tummy bacteria. So Bump-ya Boy had a date Wednesday with the doggie day care folks for an eval.
You can see his body condition is much improved lately, thank goodness. Don’t know what changed, but I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
It’s nice to only be worried sick by one dog’s problems at a time, instead of two. Kenai’s difficulties has really thrown me off into the deep end the past couple of weeks. But BB’s okay at the moment.
I’ve found myself actually binge eating, is how distressed I’ve been. So my own body condition has “improved” by a few pounds. Dummy.
BB’s been eating well, his ribs don’t poke out, and he’s not nearly as bony. All he’s giving us trouble with is surges of anxious/dominance attempts and generalized not wanting to mind. Feels too good for a change?
I love getting comments, and especially like being able to answer questions people ask, but sometimes ya get an oddball. I had a comment on the puppy basics page that went like this: “how do I apply this to my individual existence?”
It came from a likely spam fiend, but I had to chuckle: it’s pottytraining, not existentialist philosphy…
Yesterday was a good ol playtime in the mud for the Brothers Grin. They’d been storing it up for a few days, waiting for the weather to break a bit. It didn’t, so we all bit the bullet and got muddy. The inevitable but still awful soapy toes events followed.
Oh did I get donkey ears for that effort! There’s no getting the boy toes totally clean and dry–if not muddy, then damp with muddy water from the deck. Paw prints on the kitchen mats. Better a few prints as they dry than enough mud on the carpet to repot a houseplant.
Once clean and dry though, the boys settled in for a wee snack and a nap. Kenai got a little car ride when he woke up. He may have thought it was just another ordinary car ride at first, but when he realized the store bag held a pair of new balls, he couldn’t wait to get home! Bounce, swat, bang, pounce, whine-you-get-it-for-me was how the afternoon went.
What is it about us: just when things are improving, the other shoe falls? Well, Kenai had himself a terrible Thursday, of vomiting et all. So Friday was worse: a 4 hour drive to KC, 6 hours of intrusive vet stuff, and 4 hours on the road home.
Kenai had endoscopic biopsies, ultra sounds, a spinal tap, xrays from the neck down, and 3 of 4 legs had joint fluid aspirated. All his bloodwork was normal to the internist’s bewilderment: welcome to Dr Susan’s world!! Clinical signs, normal bloodwork. Fun! (not)
My worries about his diet causing bone problems were for naught, as the orthopedist said he had great joints and normal bones. That was a marvelous relief to me, being so nervous about the calcium/phosphorus content of the raw diet.
They were very willing to keep his neck supported while sedated too. No flopping head when carried or hanging off the table. That’s a great way to cause spinal impingements or even Wobbler’s in a Great Dane.
If my baby love suddenly had spinal damage, I think I would just sit down and cry. That’d be just way way too much to keep a stiff upper lip about, ya know?
You can see two “carpet patches” where he was shaved in this pic. He’s got another big one on the other side, and three more on the legs. He’s quite the Johnny come home from the wars fellow now.
My heart went out to him, having to go through this, but it was a one time deal at least. Throw in the kitchen sink now, ’cause I don’t want to prolong things is what I told the internist. Big Brown felt awful for it too. Hide my nose and hang my head awful. His usual body pain was seriously ramped up, so when we got home we began the process of getting pain meds in him.
He needed two other pills first, cimitidine and carafate, with an hour between all three. He woke me up twice during the night. Some soft conversation and extra gentle baby massage added to the pain medicine helped him go off to sleep. Poor baby.
I cleaned his diarrhea bottom up for him, and wiped him down with witch hazel, and put neosporin on the few tiny cuts from the shave. Poor baby. Kenai even got his belly cleaned, ever so gently, and a bit of baby powder. Nothing like baby powder to make ya feel better, huh? Clean and dry and comfie made it better.
BB, bless his boy heart, found himself boarded from Thursday night on, and I tried my darndest to get to the doggie day care by 8 pm. But Kenai was slow to throw off the anesthesia, and at 8 pm I had just reached the outskirts of Joplin, MO. We were 1 hour too behind to pick him up Friday night.
So I’m heading in to get him this morning. I can’t get Mom out of bed. (Not like she’s any more tired than moi, who has Chronic Fatigue). Once BB and his allergy itch get home to see his battle scarred big bro, (oh the happy reunion that will be), the Brother’s Grin will be known as “Scratch ‘n’ Patch” for awhile.
It was a horrendous 17 hour day for me and Mom, but I believe “Patch” got the worst of it. The drive itself was easy, until we got to KC. Holy crap–all the time I lived in Fort Worth I had never ever seen traffic that bad. KC was hell on earth, and naturally, we hit at rush hour coming and going.
But everyone will be home today, our little four pack will be back together again. There’ll be lots of sleeping it off, too. Snooze, turn, snore, get up to eat, go back to bed…I might stay up an hour or so to read, but don’t count on it. Once the four pack is in the same room, I’m good for nothing!
Let’s hope for a quiet weekend, and someting useful to come out of Kenai’s bad bad day.
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on March 20, 2010
Every exercise routine must have its appropriate warm ups…Kenai 2 yrs
Before I forget, as if that could ever happen, happytails.com is putting together a book about rescued Great Danes. If you’ve got a supersize buddy that was rescued, check out their guidelines and see if you can make it into a book!
High pressure was sitting pretty on us, and we were at or near 60 degrees for 3 days. Ahhh. This morning I woke up to take Kenai out, got hit in the face with 20 degrees and decided I am officially tired of the cold. It’s time for spring, “take your snow and shovel it” is how I feel about winter from now on.
Around here the “spring migration” is beginning, where the humans come out in their pastey white hide looking for something to do besides go home. (You know that feeling?) I’m out and about a bit more myself, mostly just to get away from Mom and her window rattling TV. I can’t take it much more, on and blaring up to 18 hours a day, keeping me up all night.
Kenai and I went out early, wanting to hit Sam’s before the crowds. Then we stopped here and stopped there. The outting was almost entirely just to be out. And of course we left the dog food store with everything except BB’s bag of kibble, which was the whole excuse for going…
Feeding sagas continue, urgh. Since Kenai’s long ago learned the words “beef”, “lamb”, “liver”, “bacon/ham”, “venison”, and “salmon”, we’ve had to resort to new names for the various meats. All in the effort to make him think he’s getting something really snazzy and new, as if his nose wouldn’t tell him otherwise.
Anyway, we now cook him up some “piggy meat”, “libbers”, “deer chunkies”, “moo meats”, and “lambie chops”. I know, ridiculous. But he at least has a lick to decide if it might be something enticing enough to overcome the don’t wanna eats. And if there’s canned kitty food in it, the bowl does smell different, right?
BB thankfully would eat anything anytime. I’ve decided to switch him from Eagle Pack Lamb to Eagle Pack Duck since the phosphorus and calcium is lower. With all his ortho problems, lower is better for the funny guy. I may call him lumpy bumpy but I don’t want his joints having lumps and bumps!
Our last stop of a recent BB only outing turned out great: A new doggie boarding and daycare just opened about 15 miles away that is actually affordable! IE, they don’t charge by the pound and don’t tack on for special needs like the boy’s enzymes. Hum…I’m thinking a socializing/exercise experience is in the Brothers’ Grin’s future?
They have “social” groups of various kinds, including an “old folks home” for the dogs long in the tooth or not given to playing much. I don’t think that would apply to my two. But they have trainers, degrees, the whole mashed potato so I’m willing to give it a try. Besides, skittish wee wumpy Kenai didn’t seem at all unsure, and he’s the world’s original barometer of not fun.
Of course they’ll need their shot records, and a bordetella vaccination to go to day care. BB can’t go until this unending skin staph is finally conquered. But Kenai has an appointment for his eval Wednesday, to see how he does with various dogs. Let’s hope he doesn’t flunk, my little play like a gorilla boy.
I’m hoping to watch his eval, just to see what he does and what they do. Pictures too of course. Kenai has a tendency to get so excited he wants to skip the greeting rituals and go straight to play. He approaches other dogs with too much intensity, in other words. So he’s going to get a run in the kennel and a thorough bath before we go. Maybe that will take down the energy?
Oh dear…this post didn’t go up anywhere near on time. Kenai had a nasty spell of refusing to eat and lethargy. There was a lot of pain in his back legs, which no doubt at least contributed. He wound up in the vets’ when the vomiting started, poor baby.
Big guy is doing better now, especially after an acupuncture session knocked down a big chunk of his pain. He’s been eating well for a couple of days, though 6 hours is about the maximum time he can go. (That means 6 hours of sleep is all I get at night, uhg).
Dr Susan was going to call a local large animal vet she knows and see about getting an endoscopy done on Kenai. I sorta lost my cool a bit—no one seems to have the same urgency about finding out what’s wrong with my baby loves, ya know?
And after all that fuss and bother, that ugady-bugady (sub for a bad word) AT&T dial up wouldn’t let me online for days. Ya can’t even open explorer with 15 kbps or less. So I really growled at my computer, long and hard and loud!
Kenai’s been a whiny butt, and my hopes of doggie day care curing it were dashed. He had fun, he played like a gorilla with 4 big ol dogs that played like gorillas too. But he wanted his mommy when I pulled up, and has whined harder for a couple days. Yeesh, boy make up your silly mind!
So this post isn’t any more overdue (are there late fees for that?), I’ll sign it off and hit the publish button. Yabber at ya’ll later.
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on March 14, 2010
I the stick man…Kenai, 2 yrs
The boys…yeah. They’re giving me fits this week. Literally. Handing me fits, the butts.
One, BB has hives for God-knows-why. I changed all the sheets on the beds and couches, and did not spray the nature’s miracle, just in case that was the culprit. The air cleaner’s on high, and boy will find his bumpy butt bucketed this week. Lather, dump the bucket, shiny up the puppy. Maybe that will wash off any skin irritants.
Two, BB’s behavoir has gotten a bit on the obnoxious side. His hyperprotective streak of Mom is worse, to the point that he and I have had some serious “discussions” about those teeth. He doesn’t actually bite, but he tries to mouth you in a very angst ridden hissy.
Rule #1, written in stone from day one with any Dane in my house is NO TEETH!
He spazes around Kenai, complete with charging towards him when he gets up, and nipping as Kenai walks by. You’d think he’d learn not to get crappy with Kenai. Beebs has come the edge of a “meetin’ with Jesus” via big brother’s displeasure a few times this past week. Kenai’s getting ticked off.
On the Other Side of the Zoo: Kenai has had all his circuits blown by his brother’s funkiness. He’s going native on me, too. Critters set him off still. Noises make him jumpier than he was. He is getting hard to deal with outside again. Add to that the thrice daily feeding sagas…
See for several days, Kenai wouldn’t eat kibble at all, so he was on straight raw and ate like the hound he is. Then he decided it had to have more water in it. Then he wouldn’t eat it with water or enzymes. Now he doesn’t want the kibble/raw mix he loved yesterday, now he wants it cooked and warm…this is nuts.
Danes are notorious for being picky eaters, and I’ve had a dog or two that was. This is a bit different I think. He doesn’t really want anything, but if it’s enticing enough he would have at least some. The doxy from his last tick treatment has a side effect: anorexia in dogs.
I’ve been tempted to just let him go hungry for as long as it takes. The problem with that is his tendency for precipitous muscle wasting and the gastritis/colitis from going too long without eating. Brown can loose weight like nobody’s business. Pounds per day kind of loss that is frightfully hard to stop once it starts.
So Brown found himself at the vet getting a b-12 shot to stimulate the appetite, and a stop at the pet store found a bag of canned food: 2 grain free doggie versions and 2 cans of kitty food. Since then, he’s been eating pretty well. Whewww. For now. We’ll see what the next meal brings…
Now for the good times this week:
“Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy…” remember that John Denver song? Here’s what it looks like! Close eyes and soak up the sensation. Winter’s given us a break and the sun’s come out again for almost a solid week. Ahhhh that’s lovely.
I found a health food store that carries some of the stuff I order on the internet. And they also have homeopathic treatments! As sensitive as my system is, the tiny amounts of active ingredients in homeopathic formulas really work quickly for me. That means we are out in that lovely sunshine a bit more. And the sweeper gets run.
Heck, I cooked not once, but twice yesterday! Okay, it won’t last with me, but I’m always glad for the good days where I can actually get stuff done. I’m most glad for the increased desire to get stuff done. Nothin like feeling like road kill to kill off your will to clean the house.
The only thing I really want now is wonton soup. The teeth aren’t sore anymore from the dentist, but will be tommorrow (6 teeth on the docket, ouch). I’ve craved wonton soup for three weeks. Mom hasn’t wanted Chinese, prefering to eat elsewhere when we’re out.
I’m going to act like a furry boy and have a fit of my own, and go get chinese just for myself…grin
“But it fell in!”
This cracked me up–a bit of the aforementioned really stinky (ie yummie) canned food fell off the ample lips and into the water bowl. He spent a solid 5 minutes watching it, dipping just the tippy tip of his nose in after it only to change his mind: “no, no, not like wet”.
Then he’d get a little drink hoping to pick it up with his tongue, except it moved everytime. We’d start the whole stare, dip, and drink process all over again. Boy wrinkles!! Before long, the big brown baby eyes started on me. So I got a fork, retrieved his bit of stink, and stink ate it off the fork.
I got smoochies for that!
How’s that for an invitation to nap together? Such soft little boy bottoms, and sweet eyes. Aww. Not one to pass up a nap, particularly if it involves a warm wumpus on the bed with me…He’s never aquired a taste for the leans-on-you while snoozing, but we get our snuggles before and after. Yummie for “mummie”! (he can keep the canned food)
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on March 3, 2010