Remember a little blue boy named Levi?
THIS IS HIM!! See the “hook” on his white spot? I’d know him anywhere… doesn’t he look wonderful?!
Every day since he left my home, I have thought about him and prayed that he was doing well. I’d not heard from his new owner for many months, and she wasn’t active on Facebook where I spend most of my internet time.
That saying about “no news is good news”? Wasn’t really working for me. I worried. I really started to worry, being the worry wart I am, especially at night when I was alone with my thoughts.
I was sure in my head his new owner was a great lady and would take good care of him. But my heart longed for some news. Who doesn’t know that feeling?
I didn’t message his new owner more than a couple times, since I didn’t want to be a pest about him; he wasn’t mine any more. And she actually has a life, whereas I don’t…
I would start to worry, to feel sad, and would have to stop myself–a prayer, a hope, and leave him to the Lord’s tenderness. Yes, I am a person of faith, and what I cannot control I am learning (in fits and starts) to leave to the One who can. Though Levi was not where I could see him and love him, he was where others could, and God always can.
Truthfully, I was becoming resigned to always wonder what came of him. But this pic popped up on my FB newsfeed right before I was going to get offline. A chance encounter of sorts. There he was, that hooked white spot popping out at me. I stopped the scroll right away.
This picture made my Christmas bright, to say the least! Thank you, Tai, for such a wonderful Christmas gift…
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 6, 2012
I’m ready, you ready? Kenai just shy of his 2nd birthday.
Kenai’s official name is Shakira’s New Year’s Celebration, being a New Year’s Baby, born Jan 1, 2008. I called him Kenai after the Kenai Penninsula in Alaska. Figured if I name my dogs after places I’ve been or want to go, I’ll never run out of good names.
I also try to match the name to the personality, though I outdid myself this time: Kenai is by all accounts a rugged outdoorsman! He would love Alaska, in the summer time anyway. The cold invigorates him, but only to a point–then it’s time to take his short haired tush inside!
I’m all for that.
No telling what this new year will bring, though I hope a healthy pair of baby boy bottoms is in the near future. I do know I’m dropping my health insurance–they want $600 a month, for the priviledge of co-pays. I’ve been paying them more than I cost for awhile now but holy smokes.
New Year’s resolutions? I know better… for the most part. Quitting smoking will have to wait until I’m up for the colossal battle, loosing weight seems like more effort than I can muster. My goal is to spend the winter hibernating. If I can rest enough, perhaps by spring I’ll have some energy to work with.
Kenai doesn’t have the concept of calendars down, so he’s not really aware that one year is gone and a new one has begun. His understanding of time spans from one nap to the next. “That nap done, now what we gonna do?” (I admit with embarrassment to having the same problem often enough!)
Kenai and BB endured their head and shoulders lathering, with offended majesty and gooby wiggles respectively. It really helps with the dry skin itch if you water down the H & S conditioner then rub them dry with a towl. Cuts down big time on dander. Just an FYI if your pooch has the flakes.
The boys are still enjoying their Christmas toys, despite the moo cow baby not mooing anymore, and the elephant baby’s moving trunk is broken. Appearantly the crunching of mechanical parts is as enticing as the noise they made when whole.
The big toy breaker of the family is BB, of course, Mr Enthusiasm. His elephant lasted about 2 hours. Still, he gets lots of milage, playing with it anyway. He can’t help himself. Play, play, play PLAY, play, do ya wanna play?! Rolic and frolic and make a big brown pest = BB.
And after all that character assasination…it was Kenai who swallowed his butterfly baby whole. DUH. So Wednesday night had a puppy watching vigil, and 7 am brought a rushed trip to the vet for xrays. It is (was) a small toy, one he’s played with for over a year, naturally one of his favorites.
As small, soft, and flexible as it is (was) the vets all think he’s most likely to pass it. That means puppy poo patrol for the next few days. Not to mention keeping an eye out for the early signs of obstruction if it doesn’t pass on its own. What on earth possessed him?
He’s never swallowed anything but food or treats, even as a puppy. He didn’t chew on household stuff, he doesn’t mouth things either. He shall mourn the loss of his little butterfly, yet it shall not be replaced. Kenai is forever stuck with average to xxlg toys, by decree of “she who must be obeyed”.
That was a funny show, by the way, “Rumpole of the Bailey”, where she who must be obeyed came from. The old Bristish comedies are hysterical. “Are You Being Served”, “Black Adder”, “Upstairs Downstairs”…if you like to laugh at the ridiculous that isn’t ridiculous-stupid (Will Ferrell?), you might look for one of those shows.
Talk about a blog that can blather…how did I manage to combine Alaska, canine intestinal obstructions, hibernation, human health insurance, dandruff shampoo, and the Black Adder into a semi-rational post? “Oh give me a home where the brain-o can roam…”
Well, where ever my brain my be, my heart wishes you a very happy New Year.
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 31, 2009
Kenai, aka Sir Snooze Alot, waking up from his nap, 5 days to his 2nd birthday
I’ve been thinking about puppies lately–it seems everyone I know has a new puppy or wants one. Hopefully you will pardon me for a bit of preachy here. I try to get people to consider what exactly they want in a dog and choose the pup based on that. Unfortunately, most puppies are picked according to cuteness or this time of year are a “present”.
Christmas present puppies are a bad idea. At least as most are not picked out according to what the person recieving them want or need in a dog. Present puppies are often a spur of the moment impulse buy, and unless you know exactly what you’re looking for you can get in big trouble!
A friend of mine got a puppy from their grandchild last year. A cute little black lab. They’re in their 80′s and wanted a toy breed for lap sitting. Now these elderly people have a wild 60 pounder who can’t walk on a leash, took 5 mo to mostly housebreak, doesn’t get anywhere near enough exercise, and knocks them into the wall on the way by.
She’s a smart dog, and would be easy enough for some people. But she was not well chosen for the couple she was given to. This is a very common scenario, sadly. If you want to give a puppy to someone , BE SMART about it–give them a leash and collar as a down payment for a puppy to be wisely chosen at a later time. Help them decide what sort of puppy they want and fits their lifestyle.
Energy–do I want a pup to go running with me or to snooze by my feet? How much time can a reasonably expect to devote to exercise and training each day? Am I currently able to provide the additional time up front for housebreaking, leash training, and other puppy lessons?
Costs–some breeds require special care, ie regular groomer visits, or breeds that have more health problems than others. Bigger dogs eat more kibble, giant breeds have problems on cheap dog foods, large dogs in the car will mean trips to the car wash for upholstery cleaning.
Personalities–more timid pups are less likely to do well in loud busy homes, stubborn pups are not for the person shy of firmness about no means no, sensitive dogs aren’t a good fit for an authoritative sort of human. There’s not much sadder than a dog and human who love each other but have clashing personalities.
Breed instincts–if you don’t want to deal with a tendency to protectiveness, don’t get a pup from a guarding breed. If you don’t want to deal with very strong chase instincts, avoid breeds with hunting in their past…choose the breed wisely, asking the breeder about what behaviors you can or cannot expect from the potential puppy as they grow up.
Environment–if you don’t have a fenced yard, you might reconsider getting a dog whose breed has less then astounding recall or a tendency to wander. If you have allergies or dislike a “lived in” home, you probably don’t want a heavily shedding dog. If you live in an apartment, you’ll want to look for a quiet dog that doesn’t bark much.
I cringe when I hear someone got a puppy for Christmas, but it doesn’t always turn out sideways. That said, resist the tendency to think the pup is so cute and it won’t be such a big deal to change your lifestyle, schedule, or budget. A dog that turns your life upside down doesn’t usually work out well for either of you. They need to fit.
If you’ve already recieved a Christmas puppy, or already given one, then let this be a post to help you really consider if it was a good idea. Yes, a bit preachy, but it makes me so sad to see dogs and people have a hard time living with each other. Puppies are much easier to rehome than an older dog with established behavioral problems.
If you know a pup just isn’t for you, like the lab and my elderly friends, please don’t let your affection for the giver make you spend the next 10-15 years struggling with a dog. You have to be wise enough and loving enough to tell the giver that despite the good intentions, you want to return the pup to the breeder so it can find a home more suitable.
If you worry that feelings will be hurt, you can make the approach gentle, right? You probably are grateful for the love that went out and got you a loving little furball, so tell them that! Then tell them what you’re looking for and ask them to help you find that “just right” pup. Or that you aren’t really ready for a new puppy right now if you aren’t ready.
Also I got a comment which pointed out that I haven’t really addressed a common problem for giant breed puppies like Great Danes: PANO, or panosteitis. It is a problem that results in rotating lameness and severe leg pain in fast growing puppies.
Pano is primarily a dietary issue. Like HOD, Dysplasia, knuckling, and other orthopedic growth issues, the underlying dietary problem is the over-absorption of macrominerals from food. The calcium absorption co-effecient is out of normal range.
In layman’s terms, the dog with Pano or other bone problems is absorbing a higher percentage of the calcium and phosorus in their food than they should. X-rays often reveal bones that are extremely dense and thus painful, but not deformed like in HOD.
Once a pup has begun to over absorb minerals, they will have that higher co-effecient forever. Their mineral intake will have to restricted through the remainder of their lives.
The first thing I really want to hammer home about Great Dane nutrition is PROTIEN HAS NO EFFECT ON BONES AND BONE GROWTH. Growth deformities are orthopedic conditions, and are not caused by protien intake.
The myth of too much protien for Danes has been around as long as dirt but it simply isn’t true, and as has been proven over and over in veterinary studies. Yet many vets, breeders, and owners still believe the protien is bad myth. http://intl-jn.nutrition.org/cgi/content/abstract/121/11_Suppl/S107 and http://intl-jn.nutrition.org/cgi/content/abstract/121/11_Suppl/S99 are excellent studies to read and refer a vet too on the subject if you hesitate to let go of old beliefs.
Aside from studies, common sense goes against the myth: Protien builds muscle, not bone. Minerals build bone, and if you have bone problems, minerals will be the culprit. The reason many associated protien with orthopedic problems with high protien is that foods with large amounts of protien (like grain free kibbles) often have dangerously high mineral contents too.
I’ve had a dog that developed nutritional HOD from a food supposedly designed for Danes, ie low protien. The minerals were still high. It was horrible watching him deform and twist and suffer, so I don’t follow claims–I look at the nutritional analysis. A 1.1% calcium content in food thought to be ideal, which might change as giant breed nutrition becomes better understood.
I don’t feed pups a food with more than 1.2% calcium because it is getting high enough to increase the risks. The phosphorus content is intricately related to how calcium is absorbed, so I get uncomfortable when the phophorus content is above 0.9%
Pano has a genetic component, in that the tendency to overabsorb minerals can run in families. But controlling how much macrominerals are available in their diet will stop the pain, lameness, and prevent the development of even more serious ortho problems later on.
Back in my personal petting zoo…
The boys had a happy Christmas, despite the dead camera battery. Duh. I’ve been managing to get them out to run every other day reliably, though they really do want every day. This cold has gotten into my chest now, and my blood oxygen is low enough to worsen the chronic fatigue. But the boys have enjoyed the snows on my nose!
I can’t tell if he’s trying to look like a platypus or a cutting horse! Heaven knows he has the face and the turn for either! Kenai has such vigor, it amazes me. He is easily the most atheletic of all my Dane loves, easily. His enthusiasm for outside never ends.
Love the stick, the ice on it not so much…COLD! Unless little bro is on the other side of the fence, the lure for his coursing, Kenai trots around with the occasional outburst of a zoomie. And pees. Just in case the roaming cats and critters didn’t know this was his kennel.
He’s such a good boy, my Kenai. He’s mellowed a bit about the critter encounters, I think from the super cold temps. He’s in such a hurry to get inside he doesn’t care about the turkeys! Still gives me problems with intense excitement when he sees moving animals outside, but that’s going to be a long term fix I fear.
I’m hoping to take the rest of the winter to really rest, so I can regain some strength and endurance. Once the reserve energy tanks have something in them, I’d like to return to weekly public training. Maybe by then we’ll have their digestive problems sorted enough to be able to use training treats? Too much to ask for maybe, but here’s hoping.
Hope your Christmas was a merry one, and the New Year brings you joy and blessing!
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 28, 2009
Kenai in the frosty ice fog, 24 mo
Kenai’s had a boring week last week, with me doing all the baking. Friday we mailed off the dozens and dozens of cookies, which meant…CAR RIDE! We ate a Ziggies, and I let him out to stretch his legs while Mom paid. Naturally, a crowd gathered to see him.
It was good to see him all friendly and interested, rather than running back to the car to hide. He had lots of attention, and couldn’t wait to see Mom. He tried to sneak in the door to find her more than once. Durn leash, always stealing his sneaky fun!
Then it was home for a rest. It’s back, btw–the coughing and wheezing–for an encore. Yeesh, c’mon. Round three for crying out loud? Leave me for another woman already, will ya?! That meant a car ride would have to suffice for his daily excitement.
We started this week off with a visit to Dr Susan, for his puppy puncture. “Oh must we do this?” He’s such a silly boy–the same routine everytime–always nervous when we get there, tense and twitches when the needles go in, snoozy halfway through, and perky when it’s over.
Dr Susan finally found some strong enough needles for his accupuncture, since the small ones for other dogs are too flimsy to get through. They bent and fell out half the time.
Only problem with the new ones is they are the same color as Kenai! Ya have to remember where you put them or he goes out the door with a couple! “Stop Thief!!”
He always gives her leans and cheek rubs, and always holds still despite his dislike of needles. It really does make him feel better, and he very much likes his lady friends. Tolerant boy, a typical gentle giant Dane. And she loves how big and easy to find the accupuncture points are.
Since he was a good boy, and I knew if I sat down that would be it for the morning, we had his outside romp as soon as we got home. It was bitter cold, so I had my construction worker look going on with insulated coveralls and mad bomber hat. But there was a beautiful fog, so I had to pull out the camera.
This time it was little bro BB who gave us the picture of the week. Isn’t it a good one? The fog is actually ice fog, a very rare event around here, but it sure made for a gorgeous shot of our little bananna butt boy.
You can see Beebs is looking much better, though I worry about the massive amount of food it’s taking. 10 cups is enormous, and his tendency to constipate keeps me watching to be sure his stool is slightly on the soft side. He can actually obstruct from constipation, so I want to be sure he gets it all out, even if that means “going” 2-3 times a day.
Anyway, since BB has much more energy to burn off than Kenai, I’ll let them lure course with each other around the kennel for a time, then take Beebs off into the field while Kenai waits for us to come back. Then the fence games start all over again. I swear, cutting mares have nothing on these two!
I have a shot due Tues at the “people vet”, in Brown’s vocabulary, and I really have to get the Christmas tree up Wednesday. Add to that round 3 with the cold, now trying to get into my chest, and Mom’s fussing about not going to my neice’s Christmas program at nursery school unless I take her.
I guarantee I’ll be dizzy, nauseated, ears roaring,migraine starting, could fall down at any moment if I go to a place where there’s lots of kids, lights, and noise. At night when I am a my weakest no less. Such places don’t cause Mom any problems, but she won’t go unless I take her. I have to suffer or she’ll “punish” me by denying herself the enjoyment?
I might go anyway, if I’m feeling okay but I resent the duress of it, the utterly unneccessary guilt trip crap. Yes it’s a once in a lifetime (little girls grow up). Yes it’s a special thing. I feel torn so much about wanting to see my neices and nephews, to be more involved with them.
Yet my God I pay for even short bursts of time with them. And I hate feeling like I’m drawing attention to my problems when/if I am forced to step outside or go home early. Because of my physical difficulties, I go through long spells where I don’t do much with them while I’m in a downturn. When I eventually get stronger, I’m more willing and available.
Sure that makes it hard for them to understand! Honestly, I hope they never have enough sickness in their lives to ever really understand. Perhaps it is selfish, but sometimes I’m just unwilling to be miserable for days and days afterwards. Those are MY choices, though, not Mom’s.
I’ve got to come up with a way to get Mom’s helpless old lady act brought to an end. She just had cataract surgery, ie she has 20/20 vision and sees at night as well as I do. Oh but “i can’t drive at night”… She won’t do this, she won’t do that. “I can’t” is the most often used phrase out of her mouth for the past 2 years.
I’m barely getting done the must-do’s on my list, and these demands she places on my energy for what she needs to do have got to stop. It’s not that she can’t do something or can’t learn how to do something, it’s that she won’t. There’s a big difference. The uber dependence on me is way more than my weakened body can stand up to.
So that’s my Christmas wish to Santa. I have a feeling we’re going to start clashing next year. Maybe not, but she’s doesn’t have half the physical problems I do, nor the overt physical anxiety reactions I have to deal with, so it’s time she sucked up. Sounds harsh but enough.
Life dictated by fears and I can’t isn’t life. She wants to be chained to it, that’s her choice but she doesn’t have the right to chain me to her fears too. I have my own to fight. And it devastates my already devastated energy reserves. What on earth would happen to her if I ever got married?
Wow, that was a vent…guess it’s been building up awhile?
Well, maybe I’ll get another post up before Christmas, or right after (there’ll be lots of pics of that day!). Hopefully the pups will have lots of fun sticking their noses in the kitchen to sniff the ham. And following the bone-smelling boxes from wrapping station to puppy stockings! Should be a fairly good week.
Merry Christmas to ya!
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 21, 2009
My little flapper…Kenai having a run, 23 mo
HOLY COW, I’m awake now…we’ve had a big winter system come through: teens, 30+ mph winds, the works. We thank God missed the snow and ice for the most part, our air being too dry for precip. Couldda’ done without that wind though. I’m wobbling like a fool when that frigid air hits my inner ears.
Kenai decided he didn’t like the wind making that noise, so he barked at it. He really let it have it when the door blew open, and there was no one there to see!
Kenai’s had a couple car rides, and today’s will wind up at the puppy store. I’d stay home if’n (how’s that for a good hillbilly word “if’n”), if’n we wouldn’t run out of kibble before the winds let up. I have one of those knitted face masks, so we’ll see if Brown barks at me…
It’ll be tough getting Mom out to the puppy store today–our dear friend Melba passed away yesterday afternoon. Three in one year…maybe if sorrow travels in three’s this will be the last death for awhile?
Mom is expectedly doing the Eore, sad and droopy. BB’s confused, and Kenai is alternating between grammy smooches and toy fetching. She’s crabbing at Beebs worse than usual, so I’m keeping him around me more. That’s okay with him–he just wants to follow you around and stick his nose in the way.
Oh yeah, and the latest of great funs is the mouse. We have a mouse in the house. Not unusual for the country, having a field mouse head for the insulated warmth of a country home. So we hear the scratchies in the walls, and rustling about in the storage room.
Of course we’ll catch it in traps, but in the meantime, there’s boy wrinkles and noses and funny looking butt wags when they think they know where it is. One thing I won’t be doing to catch it is getting a cat. That would not go well for the furniture (or weight bearing walls).
We’d call that hurricane boobiehead, and need to contact FEMA. The mouse would survive, but I’m not so sure about our belongings…
Now that the flu has left me for a younger girl and the migraine storms are under control again, we’re returning bit by bit to “normal”. I’m back to the computer (obviously), and daily chores with Kenai. Stuff like:
dodge the sweeper–with the requisite swat ‘n’ sneeze games
pick ups stuffs–just when the laundry is in a pile, a Kenai happens
sock snitching–”where oh where did my stripey socks go?”
wake me ups–a progression from cheek nuzzles and hugs, to invigorating tushie rubs
opportunistic molestation–pretty tushie is available while front end is involved in tug
boy toiletry–clean the ears and tummy folds, no fungus amongus if you please
BB has decided that the boy toiletry is actually nice, getting the ears rubbed after cleaning, all the baby massages that go with brushing, and witch hazel for his dry spots. Since the pedicure involves treats, that’s not so bad either.
In a couple of days maybe, I’ll have the extra gumption to get the cookie packages started. Or the Christmas tree box up from the basement. Or toss some net lights over the holly bushes in front. I know better than to try for my usual whole house makeover.
For some reason I can’t find any of those plastic red bows for outside. They’re all sort of felted, which would essentially melt in the rain. Plastic bows would make it easier to decorate outside: no plugs or extension cords to deal with. Oh well.
Guess I’m getting back to normal just in time for holiday go-nuts…
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on December 9, 2009
Kenai waiting for his ‘Boo” so he can unleash the zoomie…22 mo
http://hearingelmo.wordpress.com is one of my two all time favorite blogs, hands down. The other one is http://smartdog.typepad.com/smart_dog/ with Talos the Great Dane SD candidate. One has Chloe the long graduated hearing SD and the other a pup just learning the ropes.
Dog training seems so simple…until you do it. Then the complexities of relationships with living creatures make their appearance. I just love reading about dogs in various stages of their training, and how their personalities can make them do the same task in different ways for different rewards.
I’ve been down with a bad cold, so Kenai’s pretty bored. Except for the sneezing fits, anyway. That gets him all excited. This week will finally be rain free, and warm, so I expect he’ll be outside to play more once the ground dries up. Until then he’s stuck with the boring old wheezy monster.
He did get out to romp Sunday morning, with BB providing the lure for coursing on the other side of the fence. He loved it so much he wouldn’t let me nap very long, mooching to go do it all again. Didn’t work, but yeesh, I would’ve like to’ve slept more than 2 hours. Sleep’s great medicine for colds.
My friend Melba’s still under the weather. She finally made it home from the hospital, with the diagnosis of liver damage. She’s on all kinds of medicine, and very weak. I’ve been cooking meals and Mom’s making sure she gets the right meds at the right times.
Kenai doesn’t know why, but he’s not complaining about the additional chances for a nibble of this or that while I cook. He will occasionally get a taste of what’s on the chopping board, or lick the spoon when it’s on its way to the diswasher. Not often, but once in awhile.
Monday Kenai had a huge, morning long car ride, followed by a huge afternoon long nap with me! I snore when I have a cold, which seems to disturb his young golden self. I wake up fairly often these days with tickly whiskers smelling my nose and crookedy headed boy wrinkles looking at me. “What’s up with that, ma?”
Of all the ways to awaken with a cold, that has to be one of the better ways. It’s followed by smushing the curious boy lips, smooches, velvety jowel molesting, leans and snuggles, and eventually…dozing off again. Warm, soft, sleepy boys are the best.
With Thanksgiving around the corner, I really need to throw this cold off. NyQuil and wrestling 15 pounds of frozen bird into the oven don’t mix too well. Not to mention how badly a Christmas tree can lean when combining my Meniere’s lean with a drug induced lean. It’ll look straight to me!
Tuesday was a get-over-Monday day, but we did get a lovely outside time in for the boys. Sunshine and pups mix better than turkeys and cold medicine.
That was as far as I got before the cold overran me big time. Yikes. It’s been a solid week, and took all that time to get my blood oxygen out of the 80% range and back up to normal. The week consisted of feed the dog, go to sleep, take the dog out, go to sleep, eat a bowl of soup, go to sleep…showers optional and who needs groceries anyway?
Back on my feet, I’ve managed to squeeze Kenai’s accupuncture appt out of my energy reserves, and was thrilled to find out that he is concentrating his urine again–no more going out every 4-6 hours. I’d suspected as much since he makes 8-10 hours overnight now. But yippee!
The second shot of Imizol, the treatment we’re using for Ehrlichia, seemed to start making a bigger difference in how he’s doing. He’s eating well, slowly switching back to a kibble and he just looks better. It took 2 weeks but it seems that the incontinence was indeed due to ehrlichia.
Now we just need to get BB’s incontinence under control. He goes to see Doc Robbertson tommorrow, and we’ll decide what to do about it then. Cross the fingers and paws! This three and four times a day carpet scrubbing is getting old.
Kenai also managed to start getting some play time out of me, once the oxygen returned to my body.
Boxes are almost as much fun as balls,(if ya stretch properly anyway, he he) and this one was even more fun since it was closed. Nothing to get ahold of to rip it apart.
It chased him, he chased it, I flipped it end over end, he sasquatched it (caving in the middle with a paw) and the fun continued. A soda pop bottle finished the play time off just right.
After all his excitements, boy needed a snooze. Or was that me? Whoever was to blame, we both got a few z’s in which has been the routine for a couple weeks now.
We have just a few things to do to finish the week, a trip to Walmart today being the biggest. We might miss the tree cutting man, or might not. There’s a 90 foot dead oak just off the front porch, and with winter’s ice storms and winds coming, it needs to be taken down. Without wiping out the dogwoods near it!
The tree removal should provide plenty of guard puppy opportunities for Kenai, who likes to feel manly letting us know there’s peopleses in our yard. Tell him to hush after the first alarm bark and he gives ya a look like “but must I? It felt so good! I the man, I the man.”
It’ll also initiate BB’s who can sound the most like a bloodhound howling contest when Mom and I go outside without boys. Kenai barks like a big dog (unless he’s just gotten a butt-berry when the pitch goes up to complain), but BB is the hound of Harmonville–owwwoohhh.
Maybe I’ll be on the road to more energy and less wheez next week, and schedule a training time with Lisa. They have so much fun being “trained”, and it’s a ball to watch. Till then…
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on November 13, 2009
What’s that I hear?…Kenai 22 mo
I put up a pic from Kenai’s last outside playtime, since he’s not going to get one of those today, unless he gets to feeling better. It’s a great shot of his boy wrinkles, there on his head, isn’t it? The best place, THE best place for smoochies is right smack (sorry ’bout the pun) in the middle of those soft rolly wrinkles on the forehead!
His Saturday started off good and went bad when the vet started drawing up the needle. Oh he hates needles, my toffee toodles. And this was a nasty shot too; Imizol burns something feirce. Bless his heart, he stood still for it until almost the end. He cried and tried to crawl under the bench. Aww.
Doc rubbed the devil out of the spot for him, and I rubbed his ears but it hurt, and stung for a solid 20 minutes. And he couldn’t even reach to scratch the site, though I thought he’d get stuck in that position he tried so hard. Nasty shot, nasty, nasty. Poor baby.
And to make matters worse for a little boy, when the stinging stopped, the nausea started. He drooled worse than his brother, which he doesn’t like to do (he’s neat by nature). BB is the worst slobberin dog I’ve ever had, and I met my first Dane when I was 2 days old.
But Kenai isn’t a drooler, even licking his lips clean when he is drooling or cleaning off his own legs. He slobbered buckets for over an hour, didn’t want to lay down for more than a few minutes and then ran to the door. Die in the rears came next.
Kenai’s after shot pooky shot…complete with smushie lips. I wasn’t fast enough to get a shot of the donkey ears, but he surely did give me donkey ears. That’s when they turn backwards and lean slightly towards the neck. It looks like a displeased donkey, hence the name.
I hated to do that to him, but he’s been through 3 rounds of doxacycline for the Ehrlichia, yet is still symptomatic with high titers. At least it’s only 2 shots spread out by 14 days. He’s half done with the nasty. He’ll be on doxy as well for 14 days at least. 14 days sounds better than 112 pills, so that’s what I’m going with.
He was just the saddest pitiful you ever saw, poor little one. Perked up for a 1/2 meal, wanting more, but not until I knew whether or not he would throw up. That would make for a goshes awful trifecta, so it was half meals every 3 hours with carafate in between. Lots of gentle touches and love all the way through, of course.
I do have a potent anti-nausea/vomiting shot from the vet here at home, but of all things, it burns too so we tried everything to not need it. Two nasties in one day would make me cry with him. I could make a grown man cry and tell him to suck it up, but a puppy yelp wimps me out on the spot. Guess that rules out becoming a vet tech?
We finally went down for a nap mid afternoon, once I was sure he wasn’t going to barf or have the smelly kind of “accident”. It was a sorrowful Saturday for my sweet love, happy things like toys and playtime of no interest to him. I stayed up with him all night, so I could get him out if he needed.
Kenai was better Sunday, and we spent our time wisely–snuggles and blankie monster games and a bit of “find me” under the covers. There’s something fun about a camel’s nose under a “tent”! It was a sweet Sunday morning, to make up for the sorrowful Saturday.
I even splurged on making lobster tails for dinner, and gave him a couple tiny tiny little nibbles after dipping it in butter. Kenai adores lobster. He loves it so much, the nose is after it while it’s frozen, and the nose rests on the microwave door waiting for it cook.
I don’t let him outright mooch, but once he sighs the sigh of resignation I will give him a nibble. If I ever inheirit a fortune from a wayward Great Aunt Marsh we don’t know about, I’ll be sure we have a vacation home in Maine so we can indulge our weakness together more a couple times a year.
Monday’s always start off with a trip to Dr Susan’s for accupuncture, but the rainy raw weather curtailed any fun outside. We just curled up and lazed away the day. Sweet times make it better.
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on October 26, 2009
There’s my sweetie…Kenai 22 mo
Kenai had a most eventful Monday, starting with his accupuncture session at 8 am. Dr Susan’s place has lots of lady friends, but he really only agrees to go because of the rescued kittens in the boarding window…
He also got to pee in a cup for them–urinalysis showed he’s still not concentrating urine, though the kidneys were not in trouble. We came home for awhile, tucking Mom back into bed after needing nausea medicine, BB at the foot of the bed. We had the house to ourselves almost all morning.
That meant…PLAY time having room to fling and ring his Dino with abandon. We devastated a soda pop carton, too, and got the glorious bubble wrap. Oh that bubble wrap is gobs of boy fun ya know–it pops when the sasquatch paw pins it down, it pops in his lips, and pops louder when I steal it and give a good squeeze. FUN!
After a bit of a break from the toys to rest, it was outside to RUN ‘N PLAY in the sunshine. The weather was lovely, the sun was out, the breeze was down, the ground was just damp enough to be soft. What more could a boy ask for?
This is how the majority of Kenai’s “action pics” go, showcasing my lack of skill. My spotless cheetah can run faster than the camera can work!
He’s having a ball rip snortin through the two clumps of Johnson’s Grass I’ve allowed to live. From the very beginning, my golden gorrilla had a love affair with high grass and hiding places.
When he found his jolly ball hiding in a clump, he gave it a fling and a thoroughly enthusiastic polar bear pounce, too. Sunshine is contagious…
The see me see you ambush puppy here just waiting for a foot stomp from me to pillage his way around the kennel so I can try to grab his tushie.
All in a day’s FUN…
Then the car ride came, after getting Mom up. Feeling so punky, BB was silly protective of her, and got his worried boy self in some hot water with me, his “crazy aunt”.
He justs gets overwrought sometimes, when Mom isn’t feeling well. He gets all bonkers trying to keep you away from her, bumping and even pulling your clothes.
Kenai just walks away from him, but I’m not going to–I have to get her up and there’s no reason I can’t touch her. I was here first little boy! Beebs settled down a bit, and I got them all situated in the living room so Kenai and I could leave.
The car ride was to our “primary care” vet. Kenai needed his rabies shot, and a check of the tick titers. We’re going to try a drug called Imizol in conjunction with the doxacycline. It just won’t clear up. And I need to pin the vets down on an immune system supplement for him this time.
Tuesday I’d planned on getting my hair cut and coming home, since I wasn’t feeling great. I love hair cuts; they make ya feel all new and shiny. But it didn’t go so simple–Mom came along and the errand list grew as she thought of things to do. Uhg.
But Kenai had himself a 4 hour ride, which he mostly enjoyed. We came home and crashed, snoozing big time. When I woke up, BB was standing there looking at me laying on the bed–what’s ya doing, can I get on the bed too? So I stuck my foot up to tickle his whiskers for him.
One thing led to another, as it does with BB…first he wanted to sniffle the sock, but it wiggled under his lips. Then he wanted to nibble the sock, but it wiggled into his ear. (Butt wags at this point). He got the tip of the sock in his little front nibble teeth and started to pull, but the sock poked a toe in his nose! FUN!
This molestation continued as long as BB could remain calm enough (not long), then it became an all out game of get-the-sock-off. Chase it back it forth, up and down, backwards and forwards. When he finally did get it (slipped it over my heel so it didn’t tear), we had a fine example of the BB prance.
The BB prance is like no other doggie prance in the world–neck arched, ears wrinkled, snorting, and bunny hopping just close enough to tease you. That’s normal, but the bent bottoms does this funny little wiggle walk, like a belly dancer trying to run away!
He pranced for me, he teased his brother, he paraded for Mom. The prance in enhanced, BTW, if you goose his bottoms when he isn’t expecting it, FUNNER…Kenai was sitting there watching all this with a look on his face–”doesn’t he know ya only play steal the sock in the bathroom? Jeez I have to teach him everything…”
Then BB made the innocent mistake of getting up on the couch next to Mom with the sock. Oh, one must watch the grammy when she has that grin. Trusting little BB let her take the sock and put it on his own footie, and oh the goofy came out all over the place.
For some reason, everytime he pulled on the sock, it made his leg jump up too!! Off the couch, bobble about, hike the front leg, pull harder and hike the leg higher. My howling at the silly pup made Kenai decide he needed in on the fun, and he stuffed his huge Dino baby on top of my head.
Peering out from between stuffed Dino legs, BB was still flapping his leg around without knowing why, and making snuffle noises at it. Aggravated puppy is FUNNEST. Beebs has this personality that says–that was terribles, do it again! So we did.
The other sock got tossed to Mom and it went on BB’s other front leg. Anyone that has the imagination to visualize a dog in a one-legged burlap sack race can “watch” the fun we were having at his expense! His already goofy gait was transformed into BB quality hysterics.
Eventually the wiggle worm figured out he could get the sock off if he laid down, and the funnies were over. Mostly. Good thing too, because Kenai had decided I needed some smushing to include him in the Play, so I had a big ol toffee tank laying on top of me. I rumpled his ears and smooched his boy wrinkles.
Wednesday morning Kenai woke me up at 5 am, very too hungry boy. The cooler weather makes a boy hungry. So we boiled up his meat, and mixed in the enzymes. Then he had to wait 30 minutes. Goshes. So we had a little “practice” with a nibble of hamburger, and a very few liver treats.
Then it was get ready and be off in the car. This time I wised up and we went to my doctor’s appt by ourselves. If I decided to make a stop it’d be ’cause I had the legs for it. Well, I did, for one tiny little stop at the puppy store–taking back an unopened bag of kibble. Not to mention a bit of a social visit.
Once we’d spent some time with his lady friends, we headed home for lunch and a nap. With no plans to go anywhere again until Friday or Saturday, I settled in for a bit of much needed rest time.
Posted by greatdaneservicedog on October 21, 2009