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12/1/15 Diaper Rash

I’ve been extremely itchy on my bottom the last two days. Mom says it looks like I have diaper rash!

I was scratching and chewing so hard, Mom gave be 2 human antihistamines and medicated bath before bed. Dad helped. Then, Mom squirted on a “flush” solution from the Vet to make sure I didn’t get infected where I was chewing. That stung at first, but helped a little. I was still up and miserable all night. Mom called Dr. Craig and made an appointment for early this morning.

Hoo, boy. Possible food allergies. I know I’ve been a bit scratchier since Thanksgiving, when I had some table scraps mixed in with my kibble. But I wasn’t expecting this! Dr. Craig said my skin looked terrible (and of course, it did feel terrible) and he found something between my toes that indicated food allergies. He sprayed my paws and my poor behind with something cold and gave the bottle to Mom, telling her to spray me twice a day and rub the solution in (wearing a disposable glove). He said that would protect me from infection and help the inflammation go down. He also prescribed a steroid pill (which I have had to take in the Springtime for seasonal allergies) and to continue the antihistamine. Finally, he said my right ear was infected and looked yucky, so he took the syringe of antibiotics and flushed my ear with that. It was hard to sit like a good girl for that ear stuff. But I did. I was unhappy and suffering. Mom kept petting me and telling me what a good job I was doing. Dr. Craig gave me a hypoallergenic biscuit for being a good patient.

Dr. Craig also prescribed a ginormous bag of food. Prescription food. No wet noms, and no treats with chicken or beef, everything must be hypoallergenic. I have to stay on this diet for THREE MONTHS as a test to see if it is the food. Groan!

On the plus side, I aced my physical, have lost 3 pounds, and my dental is magnificent. My nails are fine, the only problems are the ear infection and the “diaper rash”.

As soon as we returned home, Mom gave me the steroid pill. I took it OK, and in a short while, felt a lot of relief from the constant itch. I took a nap on Mom’s bed and felt a lot better.

Mom told me not to post a picture of the rash because I really chewed on it last night and it looks horrible. You’ll have to take my word for it. I’m a hideous shade of pink on my hind quarters.

I’m going to go rest on the couch for a while. I’m tired from being up most of the night. I’m so grateful to have gone to the Vet today.

Woof! Love, Maggie

4/24/15 Of Rabies Shots and Garter Snakes

Mom, Dad, and Jamie all pitched in to give me a bath last night. Mom bought a special shampoo for white dogs with touchy skin – it has something called, “Argan Oil” in it, and smells like oranges. Anyway, there we all were: me, in the stand-up shower, soaking wet; Mom, kneeling in front, sudsing me up; Dad and Jamie, taking turns with the nozzle; and then everyone chasing me with towels. But not before I got a good shake in, woof!

I wondered why they were making such a fuss. But when they were done I practically glowed in the dark. I was so pleased with my appearance that I didn’t even “Hairy Bullet” around without my collar on. A first!

I overheard Mom telling Dad, “She’s got to look her best tomorrow. She’s going to see Dr. Craig for her s.h.o.t.s.” Now, Mom knows I am a top speller EXCEPT for when she spells the words out loud. So I was a tad bit annoyed with her for being so childish. But I did hear, “Dr. Craig”, and so I went to bed happy. He was probably going to give me a checkup from the last experience I’d had in the kennel.

The morning was bright and we saw this guy out on the lawn:

snakeingrass

He looks big and fearsome, doesn’t he? But I know he’s just a garter snake, completely harmless. We’ve got a whole bunch of them living under the front porch. They come out in the sun to warm themselves. They sound like dried leaves when they slither away. Mom thinks it’s funny when they lie upon the tops of the bushes. Once she said, “Who left this rope here on top of the bush?” But when she reached out to pick it up, said “rope” disappeared quickly!

We walked out and clambered into Zeus. Mom had given me a motion sickness tablet early in the morning, slathered with peanut butter, and so we knew we were in for a comfortable ride.

Mom pulled up to the Oak Forest Animal Clinic in a jiffy. I could hear the low, friendly, tones of Dr. Craig’s voice coming out of Exam Room 2. I whimpered a little as the waiting area filled up with big dogs, one a very large Pit, a male, MUCH bigger than me. But, although I got a little growly, Mom put me between her knees and scolded me quietly that I didn’t need to protect her right now. I kept an eye on this guy, and settled down quickly when I realized he was minding his own business. In a few minutes, I was called into Room 2.

I was delighted to see Dr. Craig and his wonderful assistants. Mom hoisted me up on the scale/table. I had put on 2 pounds (so I was back to my normal weight) since my dehydration issue. Dr. Craig was pleased. They all laughed as my tail was everywhere at once and my kisses were, too. I had a great examination. Dr. Craig gave me 2 shots (so THAT’S  what all the spelling was about!) and a blood test. Everyone praised me and petted me and said how smart and happy I was. Soon we were going home with a bag of heartworm “treats”, flea & tick medication, the all-important “rabies” tag, and a stuffed animal that Mom says isn’t going to last two seconds.

Mom took me out back to go potty and gave me a dog cookie for being good. Mom is so crazy. She talks to me in this little bitty voice and says, “Does my good girl want tookie?” I humor her, though.

Mom told me to lie down and take it easy after my big morning. I had a great nap, and I’m going for a walk in a few minutes. It’s really a very nice day outside. I wonder if the garter snakes are back out?

Woof! Love, Maggie

4/13/15 Calling Dr. Craig, Emergency! (Or, the Starved Rock post will have to wait)

Hi, this is Elizabeth, Maggie’s human mom. I am writing this in place of Maggie because she is very, very ill. I know she would want all of you to know about what happened, so the Starved Rock post will have to wait while I update you on her condition.

Maggie mentioned last night that she was “serious” on the way home from boarding. In truth, I was worried about the serious look on her face. She seemed stressed out, and I attributed that to being away from home for the weekend. Maggie did not smile on the way home. Very unusual.

When we got home, Maggie drank a whole bowl of water and lay down. But she couldn’t seem to get comfortable. She let out a couple of hacking, loud coughs that sounded like they hurt, and I began to worry even more. I knew she had been vaccinated against Kennel Cough, but since many viruses can cause it, she could still have picked it up.  Maggie did not look happy. I remarked to Jim that usually she was smiling and her tail going a mile a minute, like a propeller. Again, I had misgivings, but thought perhaps it was a combination of stress and exhaustion. Maggie used the facilities and crawled into bed for the night.

As I lay there, I could hear Maggie’s ragged breathing. She sounded like Darth Vader. She could not sleep and neither could I. Up and down, up and down, around and around the bed she went, trying to make herself comfortable. Finally, she did the unimaginable and lay down on her own bed for a while.

At 12:00 midnight I took her out. Nothing. At 4:00 a.m. I took her out. Nothing. At 6:00 a.m. she let out another cough. She had a bloody stool when she finally went to the bathroom. I called the Vet, Laurel, and Jim. Emergency, Dr. Craig!!! The nice lady at Dr. Craig’s office said to come over pronto, so we did. I brought the bloody stools with.

Maggie showed a few signs of life at going in the car, but when we got to the Vet’s office, she was not active. I cannot stress enough how unusual this is for her. She loves her Dr. Craig and when she sees him, she goes all out. But today, I put her on the table in the examining room and she gave a few kisses, but pretty much just lay there. No tail action.

Dr. Craig came in and frowned. “This dog is down in the dumps! Let’s have a look at her.” He took her temperature. This entailed putting a muzzle on Maggie and inserting a rectal thermometer. It came out bloody. Dr. Craig frowned again. Maggie did not have a temperature, and he palpitated her stomach to feel for any masses. Dr. Craig listened to her heartbeat, and frowned for a third time. He said, “Her heartbeat is 90. What was it last time?” The nurse checked Maggie’s records, and said, “120”. Dr. Craig looked as unhappy as Maggie. He checked Maggie’s eyes, ears, gums (dry and tacky), tongue (dry), nose (warm and dry), and palpitated her stomach again. Finally, he said that Maggie was suffering from severe dehydration and a possible infection in her intestine. He said that she hadn’t been given enough water to drink over the weekend. Dr. Craig and his two assistants gently shooed me out of the examination room so that they could administer IV fluids and antibiotics under the skin. Maggie watched me go without much emotion. She was a shell of her usual self.

I cooled my heels in the waiting room and called Jim. No answer. I called Laurel, and she said she would meet me at the house. Finally, after a long time, the nurse came out and told me I could come back into the room.

I swayed a bit on my feet when I saw my dog, who had three large lumps under her fur. She looked like some kind of camel-dog hybrid. My eyes strayed to the IV bag hanging there. Most of it had been used. Dr. Craig indicated where he had put the fluid (the two large lumps) and the IV antibiotic (the third, smaller lump). He told me he would advise against keeping Maggie overnight at the hospital since she was so stressed. He told me to take her home and baby her. He gave me strict instructions and four prescriptions: two antibiotics, a probiotic/anti-diarrhea, and a box that looked like chicken stock, but was actually canine “pedialyte”. I was to cook Maggie rice, mix it with the canine “pedialyte”, and give as much fluid as possible, including Gatorade if she would take it. Dr. Craig said he would have the fecal results tomorrow, and the hospital staff would be calling me to check on Maggie. I am very, very, grateful to the staff at Oak Forest Animal Clinic and Dr. Craig. They are medical personnel you can believe in, and trust.

We arrived safely home and fifteen minutes later, Laurel came in. She sat with us and talked and kept me sane while I cried, feeling guilty for having left my dog this weekend in the first place. Laurel stayed with us a long time, and I cooked Maggie’s rice, and gave her the fluids and her first round of antibiotics.

Laurel tried to coax Maggie out, but Maggie just lay upon the couch. She told me that Maggie would probably sleep a long time, and that I had done the right thing by taking her to the Vet. I am beyond grateful to Laurel for her dog expertise, her love of Maggie, and her friendship.

Laurel left and Jim, who played “White Knight” this hectic day by taking Jamie to school and rearranging his schedule to pick him up (so I did not have to crate Maggie or leave her alone), soon arrived, with Jamie in tow. Maggie stayed on the couch and did not greet them. Finally, she got up and feebly waved her tail once, then sat down next to her human father, who pet her gently, noticing the red marks on her back (from the IV fluids). Jim had to run back to work. Jamie said, “I heard you had a rough day, girl” and gently caressed Maggie. Maggie soon fell back asleep on the couch.

And…there she stays. She is still there now. She looks so depressed I cannot include a picture.

I thank you all for reading this very long post, and for caring about Maggie. She is, as Laurel said, in a deep sleep now, and since the administration of the fluids, has stopped coughing and breathing roughly. Her nose feels better. I think she is on the mend.

Oh, one final thing. Dr. Craig said I probably should not board Maggie again. Laurel is going to help me find a sitter who, when we have to go out, will stay at the house and look after our dear girl.

Your friend, Elizabeth

2/5/15 Bath Time

I should have known something was up when Mom cheerfully (overly cheerfully) called me upstairs to her room. Happily I followed along, thinking maybe we were going to have a cuddle session. No such luck.

Mom’s henchman Jamie was waiting behind the door and when I walked in, he ominously shut it. It was at that time that I heard the water running in the walk-in shower. Drat. I knew what was coming next. I sat on the bathroom floor, not making eye contact with Mom, hoping she would change her mind. But, again, I should have known better. Double drat!

Let me backtrack. I have to see the Vet tomorrow. Since I ran away the other day and rolled in the mud and dashed through the thorn trees, my back is all broken out. Mom is worried so she is hauling me in for a checkup.

Earlier in the day, Laurel came by and took me for a quick walk. Although I begrudgingly wore my coat, it was still very cold and we didn’t stay out long, but long enough to get my belly and legs slushy. So put those facts together and the equation equals, “bathtime”.

Mom grabbed me under the shoulders (the indignity of it all) and then shoved my behind into the stall. Her partner in crime, Jamie the Goon, manned the water. Mom soaped me up with the Phyto-Vet medicated shampoo but good. Then Jamie showered me off.

You can’t argue with success; look at how clean I got:

superclean

It took two of them to towel me, but Mom knows I don’t like the blow dryer. Suddenly, I decided I had to pee. Mom didn’t want me to go out because of the cold, but I jumped at the back door, so Jamie took me out for a quick whiz and when I got back in I could barely walk. They threw a blanket over me and pretty soon I was feeling good again.

Mom gave me a new collar. It’s blue and pink and has Hawaiian flowers on it. Can’t see it too well:hawaiian

Then Mom told Jamie to give me a couple of treats for my ordeal. I hid behind the coffee table and gave him “the eye”:

theeye

Heck, I could smell the treats so I went for broke. I totally flashmobbed Jamie on the couch. I even jumped on the sofa – which is against the rules – to get the treat. But once I had secured it I jumped off.

I guess I’ll forgive Jamie and Mom, since they did give me treats, and I do feel and smell a lot better. Jamie got a shot of me in hurricane mode. Mom thinks this picture is very funny because my feet came out so clear and the rest is a blur. She says I look like a big hen with chicken feet. Very droll, ha ha, we are all laughing:

hurricane

I’ll give you all an update tomorrow on what Dr. Craig says. I will be glad to get my back taken care of, because, truth be told, it IS somewhat itchy.

Woof! Love, Maggie Not-A-Chicken

6/21/14 Been Absent

I’ve been absent for several days now. I’ve had computer issues, allergies, and an ear infection.  Mom took me to the Vet yesterday and I’m feeling better.  Dad bought us a tablet and I have to get used to it. But I wanted to say hi and let you all know that I’m still here and I’ve been missing all of you.  Woof!

 

Love, Maggie