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3/4/14 A T-Shirt from Farfetchedfriends and Updates

 

The T-Shirt

I was pleasantly surprised when Mom brought in a package – for me – from the Mailbox.  Mailbox is one of those people that I’m kinda “iffy” about, since half the time Mom is cursing when she sees what is in his mouth.  But sometimes, she gets really happy about what he spits out.  So I sniff him and kind of keep my distance.  Anyway.

I got this great WordPress T-shirt from Vanessa at farfetchedfriends and her Young One.  Gosh, I miss them!  The Young One drew all the pictures and I love the Hairy Bullet, the shoe, the skunk…heck I love it all:

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I have thus far not allowed Mom to put the T-shirt over my head.  When she tries, I turn it into a wrestling match!  Sending out a Woof, a big Tail Wag and lots of Pittie kisses to Vanessa and The Young One!

Recovery

I have just about fully recovered from my stay at the boarding nightmare.  The company’s Corporate office did not call Mom back, so she fired off a 2-page nastygram with pictures and other evidence via something called, “Certified Mail”.  Mom says this is so that “they can’t say they didn’t get it” and she assures me she is going to see this thing through to the bitter end.  My elbows are almost all cleared up, and my leg is much better, too.  Thanks again to everyone for all their good wishes while I was recovering on my chair.

Fish

I feel sorry for the Fish, swimming around in their little wet cubes.  Something is wrong with Bubba, one of the big goldfish.  When Jamie first got him, some of his scales were a little ruffled up and we thought he either hurt himself in the move to our house, or maybe he had “Ich”.  So Mom treated him for “Ich” and, although the little ruffle did not go down, he didn’t get any worse.  Now he has a huge lump on his side where the scales used to be ruffled up.  Mom put him in a Hospital Tank and is giving him Lifeguard and antibiotics.  She told Jamie it might be a tumor, but she’s not sure.  Mom and Jamie looked up all Bubba’s symptoms on the computer.  There’s no Fish Doctor around here, so Mom is winging it.  I hope he gets better, because he looks lonely.  Anyone out there have good info on goldfish, please write.

Petitions

I don’t know if WP stands for WordPress or WordPetitions.  It seems like each and every time I scroll through the reader, instead of getting posts from the people I follow, I’m getting all these graphic petitions about animal abuse and killing.  I really don’t think it is fair to post such bloody pictures when your audience is unsuspecting.  While I realize abuse is a big problem (I am, after all, a shelter dog), I don’t think it’s right when Jamie wants to look over my shoulder and then sees a pool of blood with a skinned animal in it.  This is, after all, a blog, and if you want to write about the subject – fine.  I’ll even sign your petition.  Just please cool it already with the bloody photos.

Woof!  And thanks for reading.  Love, Maggie

 

 

6/29/13 Visit With Dr. W.

My behavior has gotten erratic lately and I’ve been scratching a lot.  Mom knows I don’t have fleas, so she gave me a grooming and a close inspection, and announced it was time for an emergency visit to Dr. W.  Dr. W. is the Vet who used to come to the house and take care of the Greyhounds.  He’s a very nice doctor who works out of the animal hospital near our house.  Mom made up her mind last night and had me in by this morning.

I was all excited to take a ride in the car!  I haven’t been out in the car for a while.  When we got to the facility I was impressed by how clean it was and how good it smelled.  Even though I could detect the dogs and cats and other animals that have been there, it didn’t have that “hospital” smell.  The waiting room was large enough and bright and airy.  I was perky and interested in everything that was going on around me, and a nice gentleman gave me a pat on the head when he came in to get medicine for his dog. 

When it was my turn to see Dr. W., it was like a reunion between him and Mom.  He asked her how many dogs she had this time and she laughed and said, “Only one, we are not doing multiples!”  Mom lifted me onto the table which was also a scale and Dr. W. said I weighed 49 pounds, and that my weight was perfect.  I was 36 pounds when I was adopted and very skinny.  But Doctor said I am suffering from a bacterial infection and allergies, and he examined me very thoroughly as well for everything else, including mange.  He does not think I have mange.  Thank goodness. 

Mom was quite relieved and told Dr. W. that this explained a lot, because my behavior has been odd for the past couple of days, and she thought it might be because I was uncomfortable due to some problem.  She told Dr. W. that I was biting my leg and chasing my tail a lot too, and that she was worried about these new behaviors.  Dr. W. agreed, and prescribed some medications for me that Mom mixed with some yummy canned food.

I have to admit, I am feeling less itchy and wired and jumpy already.  Mom washed my soft blanket and I’m going to go for a nap in a minute.  I’m feeling very mellow.  I’m very glad I have nice humans who care about me.  Jamie helped a lot at the Vet visit, holding the lead and petting me the whole time.  It was great to meet Dr. W. today.  He’s a good doctor and has a great way with humans and animals. 

Love, Maggie