FLASHBACK!! by the end of next week, a bigger version of Brown will be peeking at me through the tall grass again. The fence guys are shooting for Wednesday. Fun’s a comin’ toots, funs a comin’…
Welp, stinker finally did it–he went on such an “I won’t eat” tear that I opened the can of green tripe. It’s sat there for 6 mo, having been repeatedly warned that it’d stink to the stratosphere. But after 3 days of nothing going down the hatch, not bacon, not roast beef, not even butter for crying out loud, I had to do something.
With fear and trembling I took that can of tripe outside and opened it, expecting a noxious green cloud to knock me to the ground. I wondered if the neighbors would call homeland security thinking I was opening up a can of WMD or something.
The warnings were greatly exaggerated. I actually had to hold the can to my nose to smell it, and it wasn’t that bad. Pardon a certain vulgarity, but anyone who’s been swallowed by the green cloud of death that can come out of the back of their Dane…tripe ain’t nothing to that.
Kenai sniffed it for an unusually long time, and hesitatingly took the little bit I’d put in my hand. He spit it out and lay down next to it, licking it, not sure what I’d just given him. A few moments more and he swallowed the first tiny peice.
Then he wanted some more, a second taste to decide what HRH thought of this singularly strange grainy green gunk from what looked like an ordinary can of dogfood. Then he got up, and FOLLOWED me (okay, it was the can he followed) to the kitchen. I put it in the fridge, and he nose poked the fridge.
Those pesky aliens have nabbed my dog and replaced him with a lookalike, ’cause Kenai hasn’t actually bugged me to eat in heaven knows how long. I spell relief t-r-i-p-e now. He’s almost snarfed down the whole can way before I thought he would, so this first part of the blog is the result of a quick run to the internet cafe to order more fast.
How long his love of this new treat will last, I don’t know, but my fingers are crossed.
There’s an update on Talos, the Dane SD candidate! http://smartdog.typepad.com/smart_dog/ He’s such a good fella, ain’t he? I’m not the least bit surprised he’s light on his big feet and careful with his XXL butt–Kenai ain’t my first Dane to be that way, either. Riptide was my first babysitter, and I was days old on the floor with him…
Maybe not surprised, since I know Danes are most certainly capable of it, but it is just amazing HOW precice and careful they can be. Riptide might have chomped off huge chunks of watermelon, but he spit the seeds out in a tidy little pile for us! Boys…
Kenai gave us a really bad weekend–explosive diarrhea, vomiting, the works. I thought at first it was the tripe, maybe too rich. But 24 hours later BB was doing the same thing and he hasn’t had any tripe. I wondered if the pre-packaged raw have a contaminant or just an ingredient that doesn’t agree with them. So we switched to nothing but ground beef.
A fecal test Monday showed no parasites or bad bacteria, in the colon anyway. That leaves either a bacterial overgrowth in the small bowel, or a sudden systemic inflammatory problem. I found a tick bite and it produced a big fat red welt. I’ll have to seriously yell at Jesus if he’s now picked up Lyme too…
Followers of the blog will find this eerily similar to where we started a year or two ago: Nobody knows and nothing works.
We’ve got the vomiting stopped, but not the diarrhea in either of them. It’s reached the point now where BB literally overnight broke out with the skin staph again, and get this—he doesn’t want to eat. I’ve never seen him turn up his nose, never. Beebs is an insinkerator with fur. Both have yeast infections in their ears too, and I just don’t know what the heck I’m gonna do.
Dr Susan and I will give the guys one day on immodium, and if no luck, then it’s in with Kenai for blood tests–first I want the pancreatic function tested (TLI test) and if the cobalamine levels (b-12) is off, then it’s a small intestine infection. As a “control group”, I started BB on tylan which has helped with that in the past.
Worry, I’m sick of your company. Take the hint and bugger off!
Today though, Kenai’s new dog run is going up! The guys are putting in the posts and by Friday Brown will have at least some room to stretch his legs au naturale. Next spring I’ll double it’s length and width. But he’ll have 60 feet of length now–think he’ll be exceedingly glad for that.
I’ve lost a couple more pounds–ploddingly slow, but at least it’s better than the month were the scale was confronted with colorful language for not budging. Speaking of colorful language, I ain’t happy with my state’s senatorial candidate choice.
I know I don’t do politics on Kenai’s blog but I’ll make an exception this one time. For senate in MO, here’s what I have to pick through. One’s a raging progressive from a most “entitled” democrat family dynasty, which rubs my midwest “earn it” mentality a touch raw.
The other is a GOP good ole’ boy who ain’t getting the message that he’s not supposed to answer to the GOP instead of me. I don’t serve anybody’s durn party, and he’d better catch on to that fast if he makes it into office again or it’ll be the last time.
I’m not so secretely hoping the next election brings some tea party folks running, and I don’t especially care which party they run in, ya know? So long as they understand what most of learned in adolescence I’d vote for em–
if ya spend more than ya take in you will eventually be ruined,
ya don’t tax yourself clean out of a job (duh), cause you resent the man with more
if ya didn’t earn it, it doesn’t belong to you and taking it to give to someone else is stealing
and food stamps do NOT create new jobs.
Here in MO it’s the same old same ole, and their TV ads make me yell at the TV. Nitpick about this and nitpick about that. I swear these pols would split hairs while their head was on fire. Truth is, with our economy, our debt, etc our head IS on fire.
However much voters complain of a not at all slick political animal running, like Rand Paul or Chris Christy, at least they have fresh blood. I have nothing but nitpick nitwits to choose from.
Okay, end of rant (aren’t ya glad?)
I’ll get this post up, since I’ve gotta run Kenai to the vet in 30 min. Hopefully I’ll get back to the wifi cafe in a couple days, and hopefully even more, have better news about the boys.
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on October 27, 2010
That’s the last of the new bones, being broken in by Mr Munch-a-Bone. They generally don’t last long, especially if I don’t remember to take the bones up. I’ll give ‘em half an hour at most with a bone–BB is king of obstructing his puppy bowels, and besides rawhide isn’t really the best thing for them to eat.
But we have the big tease games when the bones come out, complete with prancing and a bit of a “gimme that you boy!”. Rump bumps and snorts abound when I play-act like I’m gonna steal it. He’s such a good boy he can tell when I’m horsing around and when I really do want him to give it up.
Brown does enjoy a good chomp It seems to wake him up in the morning, and get in the mood to eat breakfast. Morning meals are still the trickiest with him. I can never be sure he’ll eat in the morning, no matter what good stuff I offer. A good bone chew seems to encourage chow time co-operation.
Here was an interesting post, at least if you’re as much an egghead science geek as I am: http://www.theotherendoftheleash.com/do-dogs-inherently-understand-pointing-gestures It talks about something I’ve noticed but not really thought was all that unusual. Dogs will easily follow a pointing gesture. Here’s the interesting part: wolves don’t.
I noticed with BB that when he’s excited (ie unfocused) and isn’t processing an “on the couch” command, a quick point will instantly break through. Strange that it wouldn’t work on wolves how it does domesticated canines…I’m just glad something gets BB’s attention when he gets himself all wound up! Whew, somebody unplug the dog quick…
Kenai’s doggie run will be about 15 feet by 60 feet long! It’s a good start–next spring I’ll have another SSI lump check, plus what I can save. I’m hoping to get it a bit wider and up to 80 feet long next time. And I can keep saving for another expansion maybe in fall of 2011.
In two weeks, a new chapter of boy fun will begin! I can’t hardly wait!
The diet is a frustration–I’ve been stuck on the same weight for almost 2 months now. The “fat fast” I talked about last time starts the weight loss again, but as soon as I start introducing other foods allowed on the regular weight loss diet, the pounds get stubborn.
Don’t get me wrong, I seriously enjoy the sugar free cheescake filling on the fat fast, (I’ve worked out a no bake recipe for regular AND chocolate flavor). I mean I big time love cheesecake, but good heavens, a girl really can’t live on that forever…
S’pose I need to make myself drink more water. Sigh. I seem to have a problem when it comes to water: it’s tasteless. For some reason, my body and brain believe whatever I’m ingesting should have a taste. Preferably sweet, like diet soda or crystal light. Drinking plain water is an act of will for me. Strange, huh?
Maybe I need to get my thyroid med adjusted–it could be a culprit in the great big wall my diet ran headfirst into. Likely the lyrica is contributing too. It’s major side effect is weight gain and water retention, but I can’t do without it.
The boy’s skin problems seem to be calming down, thank heavens. I’m still the OCD washer woman, and the boys get their wipe downs too. But the ears aren’t as crazy awful infected, and the toes are less inflamed. Not all better, but far less worse–I’ll take what I can get.
The change of seasons has affected me, like it usually does. I love fall, but geez it takes some teeth gritting while the body adjusts. It’s the fibro, of course. Cold air = stiffer and sorer muscles, wetter weather patterns = inner ear induced wobbles. You know…it is as it is, I guess.
Maybe that’s what stole all my ambition to finish turning the old sewing room into Brown and my bedroom? Seems my get-er-done is more of a fits and starts pattern than a steady regular one. Well if I can’t manage to work at something steady and regular, then I just have to have enough fits and starts, right?
I’ll get that room done. I really do want a place to get away from Mom and her (blank) TV without having to abandon Kenai. That first floor room would fit the bill just right, so I will get it changed over. Guess I’m just subconciously dreading the furniture moving with the added soreness of the season change.
Well–time to quit blabbering and get on with life, right? Holler at ya’ll later.
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on October 20, 2010
mr majesty hears somethin outside…kenai 2yrs
Ha Ha, I made it to the wifi cafe again! Come to think of it, I probably shouldn’t taunt fate, huh? Well, here I am again anyway.
Reason to Rejoice #1
There’s progress on cleaning out the craft/sewing room–that’s going to be Kenai’s and my bedroom. First floor, no stairs and on the other side of the house from the TV. Me and Brown will have our own room again! No more sleeping in the living room, thank God.
I tore into the room last Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, and called a company to come haul off all the junk. Amazing how fast stuff piles up isn’t it? Now I need to organize the fabrics (I quilt), yarns and such so I can get some of the excess shelving out. Last is in with my bed, clothes, and a couch for Kenai.
He’ll have a nice big window to look out of from his chaise lounge, the spoiled brat. That should suit his royal snobbiness, I think. (Grin). It feels good, even if it hurts, to have unloaded junk. At least the only heavy things were two smaller TV’s and some 5 gal paint buckets leftover from the remodel 5 yrs ago. I didn’t have to move them much.
Reason to REJOICE #2:
The SSI check is in fact big enough to chain link a good chunk of the field! They’ve split the total back-owed $$ into three checks, so I’ve only gotten 1/3 of it. Not quite enough for a 40′x60′ run–more like a 25×45 or so.
Monday at 10 am the man’s coming to look at the place and give me a final size of what I can get for $1500. I’m gonna see if he can enclose but not permanently sink the posts on one side because there will be another back-owed check in 6 months–I can enlarge it next spring?
The Brown Bear can’t quite figure out what has me so excited–he keeps checking the windows to see if somebody cool has come to see him. This is the most anticipation and hopefulness I’ve felt in the better part of a year. Oh Boy is he gonna have his outdoorsman self a seriously happy change to the morning routine!
‘Course, I’ll have to stop making morning appts, cause when he goes out after breakfast to do what is neccessary I’ll turn him loose in the new run. It may be lunch before I lasso him again. And I’ll leave it open when we go inside, so the critters can find their way in. Some 1200 sq feet of rabbit scents, turkey chases, feild mouse runs, deer sightings, groundhog holes…Boy Joy!
And the icing on the cake? There is a most marvelous clump of sacred tall grass for his majesty to plow through, right smack in the middle of the intended enclosure. Kenai and his hunting puppy instincts will be in hog heaven. A big bunch of 6′ Johnsons’ grass to use for ambush purposes!
I really am excited for him. Can ya tell? Outside is his only true joy, and for his safety I’ve had to deny it to him while it’s not fenced. His health is probably never going to totally come back–the systemic inflammatory disease forces us to keep him on low-dose steroids but leaves him vulnerable to all these annoying infections. At least now I can keep him mentally healthy and satisfied.
My many MANY layers of wool, and an outdoor chaise lounge will allow him to have all the outside time he wants. I don’t know how much longer I will have him, yet thanks to the SSI disability (any bets on if Jesus answered that prayer?), Kenai’s life will have the happy indulgence of enjoying himself in the out-of-doors.
Honestly, I’ve had a lingering sense of failing him–I made a promise to him the day we met. I would without fail provide whatever he needed to have a good life. The two years of poor health, gloomy chaos that came with my late brother and never left, then the not being able to let him loose to run free…
I couldn’t control who we had to live with, let alone their unstable emotional states. I couldn’t prevent my own slide into physical deficiency, nor even the devastation of his tick diseases. But now thank God, I can remedy at least one of the “bad” things my lovely boy has had to live with. He can be FREE outside!
Insert huge sigh of satisfaction…
Just the mundane
Some of that SSI check will have to go to charity, and some to the lawyer. But the monthly payment will be $674. The boy’s meat will eat up most of that, sorry ’bout the pun. I had considered food stamps, but there are people who need them much more than me–why take money that someone else really needs? There’s a difference between easier and needful.
I’ll be buying lots of yarns each month for my knitting, setting aside a couple hundred bucks. Like six or eight balls of each color in a line (Wool Ease Worsted Weight, Swish Superwash Merino, etc). Over the winter I’ll have built up a great stash. Hopefully I’ll have made a dent in it by spring, too–I work on Christmas presents all year, that’s how long it takes me. Slow!
I’m hoping to get some more sort-it done in our soon-to-be-ours bedroom this week, which means an unneccessary dr’s appt will be canceled. Maybe by the end of next week the new dog run will be finished? And maybe Nov or Dec I’ll get another chest freezer for the meats–one for beef, a new one for chicken. Okay, maybe more like Jan after Christmas.
I had a big struggle with the diet—after a month of fast loss, it all stopped. I thought, just give it a week, right? So I gave it a week, and cussed the scale at the end of it. So I cut out ALL carbs for a week–nada a pounda. So I cut out all carbs AND reduced the overall calories to 1500. Can you spell fruitless?
At the end of those three weeks, a day came. Kenai woke me up at 4 am vomiting, Mom whined at me all morning like a three year old, and BB shredded his gator baby trying to eat the stuffing. That would’ve made him throw up, if we were lucky. If not, he’d obstruct and have to have his belly cracked a fourth time.
I went off the rails a bit that afternoon, and ate myself three candy bars, a bag of popcorn, and a dinner of fried gizzards with mashed potatoes. It was a bad day. The kind of day that would make the Dali Lama shove somebody off a cliff.
Next day, though, it was spine up and deal with it time. Into the Atkins book I went, looking for the chapter on extreme metabolic resistance. I’s a’feared I’m one of the 2% of the population with it. The suggestion was a “fat fast”–a reduction to 900 calories with 90% from fats, 2 0z at a time spread through the day.
Ie…splenda sweetened cheesecake filling, fat laden mayo and bacon chicken salad, sugar free chocolate truffles from a custard recipe in the book, hot chocolate made with splenda and heavy cream, clam chowder with only seasoned butter and cream added to the clams and juice…
Let me tell you, the chocolate hit the spot. I could feel the happy hormones take over, and believe it or not, I wasn’t hungry with just 2 oz at a time. The weight started coming off again. I’ll find out soon if I’ll stop loosing again when I return to the no-carb induction diet. Let’s hope my metabolism just needed a swift kick.
So that’s that for now. Some things at least are looking up, but knock on wood when you read this! Here’s hoping for a break, just a little break in the clouds, right?
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on October 16, 2010
Dang it, I’m just almost ashamed how hard it is for me to get to the cafe for internet time, and sad that I don’t have the fun and frolick things to blog about like I used to. Unfortunately, this is how it seems to go when a major flare hits. The world shrinks, like living in a balloon when it’s losing air.
I can sit and long for the “good ol days” when I was blogging about my lovely boy most every day, emailing friends and such. Yet, as the ballon shrinks you lose people, you lose what you enjoyed, you just lose and there’s nothing you can do except wait for the fatigue to let up. Then you do the hard work of expanding that balloon again.
While you’re shrinking, and because your world is shedding loved ones, dear friends, enjoyed hobbies, there’s a definite darkening of a person’s perspective. They miss people but can’t find the energy to fill another’s needs and wants. There’s a sorrow, and even despair to wrestle with, anger to work through.
The eyes of people you love look at you with hurt and anger too. They’ve lost you as much as you’ve lost them, and how on earth can you make them understand that you honest to God can’t help it, that it’s not because they don’t matter?
Fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue takes your life without killing you–you have to watch it all fall apart, live in the smallness of trying just to keep your head above water, and come to terms with the helplessness of being stuck in a body that betrays you.
Thankfully, I always seem to get back on my feet. Eventually, anyway. But even after the flare up disappates, you have lost some people for good, and have to find the courage to reach out to others yet another time, knowing the same thing will indeed happen again against your will.
Sometimes you’ve lost the ability to return to things you loved to do. (I try not to look at my flowerbeds anymore–they may never be tended again). Sometimes the shrunked world will simply not expand to what it once was, no matter what.
I guess I’m just trying to explain in case someone else who’s in this downward slump for the first time reads this and realizes that it’s really and truly not their fault nor is it going to be permanent. And also for spouses and children of fibro folks too–they can’t possibly understand why Mom or Dad, sis or Aunt suddenly doesn’t maintain their relationship with them and do the things they used to for them.
Perhaps seeing that this cycle is just part of the illness can help someone find the patience to hold on and wait. Hold on and wait is all there is to do, until Mom or Dad, sis or aunt finds their way out again. Just wait and be there when it’s over.
Okay, here’s the poop on the pups: the tumor removed from Kenai’s hind leg is called an “inverted papilloma”. Dr Susan and I both just shook our heads–leave it to Brown to have a problem neither of us ever heard of!!
My googling it discovered it’s a BENIGN viral wart type tumor that grows inward into the tissue rather than outward like you’d expect. (Does he really have to take the being backwards that far?). Only two cases worldwide where it became malignant.
Unfortunately it can reccur not at all or aggressively, because the tumors develop in dogs or puppies with compromised immune systems. Normally, puppies ”outgrow” it, as their immune system develops. That’s not likely for Kenai, having autoimmune complications from the tick diseases.
And being infectious, as it’s a virus, BB will possibly have those strange spots develop into the same big ugly things his brother had. Now that I know inverted papillomas can be removed by simple cauterizing, the next time (if there is one) I’ll go with that instead of biopsy type surgery.
http://www.papilloma-virus.com/canine-papilloma-virus_7.html says they can even make an auto vaccine from the removed tumors if there has been an antibody there. That’s good to know, if these things become a frequent problem. The boys do often require bouts of immune suppressing steroids for their inflammatory bowels.
Two days after the surgery Kenai opened the entire suture line, so he had an open wound about 1 1/2″ long. It’s slowly granulating in, almost closed now, and I”ve flush it out with a chlorhexidine solution several times a day. The oral antibiotics were starting to tear up his tum, so I stoped that before he developed colitis and company. The flushing seems to be doing well at preventing staph, at least in Kenai.
Since one thing leads to another…
I am cleaning the living room obsessively. every couple of days I strip the sheets off and disinfect the upholstery with an old bath towel wetted with a bleach solution and a steam iron. Yes, I’m ironing the couches…the carpets, bedding, and runners as well. Won’t iron a blouse, but I’ll iron the living room!
Bizarre, yes, but it gets the bleach into the padding via the steam. It really does take out the doggie smell and dust mites too btw. The sweeper is run every day or two, which means Kenai gets his exercise running away from it. The boys are wiped down with the antimicrobial solution from the vet every day too. My living room is darn near sterile!!!
I’m really trying to keep the kitchen floor as clean, but I just cannot manage cleaning the living room and the kitchen the same day. Mom’s gonna have to pitch in, if I can get her too (when has that ever happened?). I always wipe down the counters and everything after their meals since they eat raw meats, but that pernicious floor takes effort I don’t have. Grrr
Add to the cleaning itself 3 feedings a day for the boys = 6 freshly deboned meals of chicken thighs and ground beef, and 6 trips to the field every day. Toes and ears cleaned and treated with medicine twice a day = 16 feet and 8 nearly uncooperative ears per day. 2 loads of sheets for the sanitize cycle every day, 4 sweeper bags per week…
Then there’s Mom wanting her meals made for her too since she’s so tired, and the “you drive me” because her leg hurts, and the you answer the phone because she doesn’t feel good. ugh. She’s tired? Right. I have CFS/FMS: Lemme tell ya what tired is honey, and we’ll see if you have the grit to deal with THAT…
My SSI award was hung up until I sent them the recipts from selling my old yard work truck. No one told me, but you can’t be worth more than $2000 to be eligible, and are allowed only one vehicle. So I’ve had to sell my truck to Mom for a couple hundred bucks, and have to spend the money. One trip to the grocery took care of that.
I’m jumping through the beaurocratic hoops, and making sure my lawyer is ready to jump in if I need him too. As often as I cuss the rotten ambitious lawyers of the world, I must give kudos to the lawyer that helped me through the absurd mess of getting disability.
I’m still loosing weight, but it’s slowed down this week. The first three weeks I lost 6-7 pounds each week, and this week it’s only been 3 pounds. But that’s the usual habit for the Atkins diet: bursts and slows and bursts again.
Kenai is getting at least 2 car rides a week, for his majesty’s good pleasure. Don’t-fence-me-in boy needs his explorations. I really hope the retroactive disability (back to 2004 when I last worked) check is big enough to fence in a portion of the field for him. His spirit needs room to run free in the wild, ya know?
Oh if I can fence some of that! We’ll have more pics to pick through than I could post, and it would be such amazing joy to see him running free. I tease him about being a snotty and prissy Mr Majesty, but when he’s outside, he really truly is profoundly majestic. I want to see him stretch his legs as much as he longs to do it!
There’s this almost pause in chronological time when the leash comes off and he’s set loose, as if you are seeing the hunting Danes of centuries past, and he almost seems like he can feel them in him. He surveys his domain, and it just calls to him. The insticts are strong in my golden grizzly, strong enough he will sit up and growl at predators on the TV.
Lets hope and pray the SSI checks pile up enough to have a place to indulge him!
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on October 8, 2010