The Pips

Of the entire 2008 season of American Idol, there was one moment that stood out as the very best. Enjoy.

Sophie is Hopped Up

Sophie is doing better and better in terms of her energy returning. She is running around like she is four years old. She is back to playing ball with me on walks, she is increasing her number of throws when she goes to the park, her speed has picked up. We are very hopeful that much of this remains when we start to dial back her medications.

We are really enjoying this return to the "Good Ole Sophie". The only drawbacks are she is obsessed with eating dirt, and she isn't interested in napping. Because of this combination, we can't let her hang out in the yard by herself. We read online that eating dirt is a symptom of low blood iron. We'll get the vet's opinion about this on Wednesday.

Stitches, Smitches

Joey has been feeling GREAT the past 2 days. Ever since the last vet appointment, when she had some of the fluid drained off, she has been reabsorbing just as fast as a little labra can. Last night and this morning she was doing doughnuts in the computer room and racing around the house with her pheasant.

She was scheduled this morning for a resuture. That was going to be a quick procedure, but still she would have to be put under and be at the vet all day. First of all, she broke my heart when we arrived at the vet and she wouldn't come out of the car. I climbed in the back seat with her, just to talk and the poor little tyke was trembling. I finally had to pick her up and climb out of the car with her. We left her at the vet with a hug and a kiss and her Bite Not collar.

Well the vet called just as we were finishing up with Sophie's appointment (good news!) to let us know that Joey was cleared to come home! Dr. Blount said that she rechecked the abdomen and concluded that the indentation she felt was not a tear in the internal stitches, but rather remaining inflammation. She had two other vets check too and they all independently came to the same conclusion.

Instead of surgery, Joey got a pedicure. Fair trade.

RBC is Up

Sophie had a vet appointment this morning to be reassessed. She gave some blood and had her vitals checked. Her heart rate is good, her weight is good her pulse is good. The in house RBC showed that she is up to 27% from 15%!!! 30% is considered normal so she is nearly there. They send the blood out for a more accurate and complete reading. We will know those results this afternoon and that will determine our course of treatment. It seems as though we will stay the course for the next two weeks anyway.

In terms of how she is acting, she is sooooo much better. She is getting all of her adjectives back. She is hungry, interested, playful, and sweet. She is still slow on walks, but I'm not so sure that isn't due to boredom with walking the same old routes for 9 years. It is so nice to have her back.

Joey is Full of... Fluid

Joey just came back from a trip to the vet. She is much improved over yesterday. She is much more comfortable and less... fluid. Her incision from her spaying leaked a bit last night and this morning. Clear, no infection.

The vet was very impressed with Joey's ability to create fluid in vast quantities. Joey has always excelled at everything she attempts you know. The vet poked around Joey's tummy and feels that Joey may have torn her internal stitches (I learned there are three layers) and she wants to play it safe by going back in to re-stitch her.

So, Joey goes back in on Tuesday. Then, yes, I have to try to figure out how to keep her inactive for yet another 5 days. Our vet was very nice to me by telling me several times this was not my fault - that a birthday trip to the beach 8 days after surgery should have been absolutely fine. This was dumb luck.

Sophie is Home!

Sophie is home! She is in no way out of the woods, and she is pretty wiped out, but the doctor said she was happy with how the lab work came back. Sophie is producing her own red blood cells, and in great number. I was told that she ate a nice breakfast, so I'm hoping she will eat her dinner. She is napping on the cool tile floor now. She goes back in on Tuesday for more lab work and a vet recheck.

We'll be learning a lot about AIHA in the next weeks and months. We've already learned that Sophie can never be vaccinate again for anything. That is going to make travel tricky if not impossible without her. She can't stay in a kennel if she can't be vaccinated and as of yet, Joey doesn't know what to do with my parents cats (of course that is making a huge assumption my parents would take care of my dogs.)

She is on prednisone (40mg/day), azathioprine (50mg for 3 days, then off 4), and prilosec OTC (20mg/day). The goal is to get her stable, get a normal red blood count (and other lab values) then cut back on the prednisone and hopefully get her off it completely. Keep your fingers crossed for her!

Sophie is Anemic

If you know Sophie, you know her to be fun, playful, ravenous, and energetic. Well, this week she took a nose dive. Each day she lost an adjective. She lost her energy, she lost her interest in games, she lost her prankster side and finally she refused to eat. I can tell you there is nothing sadder than a Labrador that has lost her wag, nor anything more terrifying than a Labrador who won't eat.

I made an appointment for Sophie to see her regular vet on Friday. She continued to decline so I thought I should take her in for lab work before her appointment so we could move more quickly toward a treatment. The vet took her in the back to take the blood and urine samples and when they returned her to me the vet (not her regular vet) came out to look at her gums. The lab tech reported that Sophie's gums were pale, and the doctor was coming to check it out. She said they were quite pale and then told the tech to run a portion of the CBC in house so we could get some of the results more quickly.

What she found is that Sophie was very anemic. This isn't the same thing as being human and being anemic, it is much deadlier in dogs. It is WAY more serious than just taking some iron supplements. Her values indicated she was somewhat close to needing a blood transfusion. Yeah, I felt nauseous too. We took an x-ray of her so we could have a better picture. We talked with the vet for a while about what this means. It could mean: she was bleeding internally; she was bleeding into a tumor, her immune system was killing her red blood cells; the list goes on and it is merely shades of bad.

The vet recommends we take her for an ultrasound - it gives a better picture and more information. Hopefully that would show us if there was bleeding or a tumor or some other abnormality. We scheduled the appointment for Friday.

Friday morning was more of the same in terms of Sophie's behavior. She wants to go on walks, but she has a hard time walking. She wants to swim, but she has a hard time shaking off. She still doesn't want to eat. That is the scariest part.

We took her to VMS in San Mateo (they are phenomenal there), meet with the vet there and get the ultrasound done. The remainder of the lab work was complete and now we can diagnose and treat. The good news is she has regenerating anemia (Autoimmune Hemolypitic Anemia, or AIHA) caused by her immune system attacking her her blood cells. Now that doesn't sound like good news but it gives more hope than a bleeding tumor. And her blood work showed that she was already starting to fight this on her own... she just needs help.

So, Sophie is spending the night at VMS. She has a nice fluffy bed and an IV and the same nurse and vet that talked with us are on shift this weekend (happy coincidence). She is going to be treated aggressively with IgG Gamma Gard, and prednisone and another medication that protects her GI tract (which has a tendency to bleed in anemic patients during this treatment). She may end up spending the entire weekend depending on how she does.

Sophie is by no means out of the woods. Fingers crossed she will do great and be home with us soon, but it is possible she won't ever come home. Once home she will remain on predisone and another med for the rest of her life. Should she get a recurrence of this, it usually comes back much more virulently. But we hope she will be in the group that does well on the cocktail of meds and is back chasing down Frisbees in no time.

Suffice it to say, Roy and I are a mess. This has been a tough, teary week watching Sophie, our beacon of light, slowly but swiftly dim. She is my angel. I can't believe we might lose her. And as this was happening to Sophie, Joey has been fighting a dramatic reaction to her spaying. Her abdomen has filled with fluid and the incision is hard. The vet gave us some antibiotics and pain medicine for her. Recheck tomorrow.

Really tough week.

Amazing How Wonderful "Normal" Is

When I was younger and it's still true somewhat today, it was of monumental importance to me to be different. Not over the top different, but I didn't want to be exactly what everyone else was.

We took Joey in yesterday to recheck her urine, and …. YAY! Her pH is better, she is concentrating her urine better, no culture grew! YAY!!! She goes off all meds and her food (which was changed to c/d because her pH was acidic) should be 50/50 as of today. YAY!!! We still need to recheck her in a month and watch for signs of trouble, but WHEW! It’s nice to know she CAN get normal results.

Typical Morning

Joey is getting into the routines around here. She understands that when Sophie is asked, "Do you want to go swim?" that BIG fun is about to ensue. She isn't willing to brave the 2nd step, but she is still able to have a WONDERFUL time.

More Joey Photos

It's been a while since I posted Joey's slide show... I know you all have been searching my blog for it. There are lots of new pictures for you to enjoy!

Joey Update

We took Joey in for an ultrasound of her kidney and bladder last week. At the same time, we had a urine sample taken so they could run every test that could possibly occur to them. :) All of these tests were follow up from the last time we did them 2.5 months ago. Joey finished up her antibiotics (clavamox) 2 weeks prior to these tests so it was time to see how she is doing.

The ultrasound was basically unchanged from last time, which is to say there were abnormalities/inflammation in the kidneys but the bladder looked good. The ultrasound doctor felt the abnormalities were secondary to an underlying infection, but neither he nor our vet can conclude that w/o any doubt. The urine culture showed no growth, indicating the clavamox did it’s job on the infection we were after. However, the urinalysis showed a VERY low specific gravity, a high pH, and some crystallization. The pH and the crystals indicate bacteria which lead us to believe that there IS still an infection, possibly in her kidneys, that has yet to re-present itself in the urine. What makes the vet nervous is the low specific gravity paired with the abnormalities seen in the ultrasound. These two pieces of data could mean kidney damage. We just don’t know.

We have all decided that the best action to take is to treat her as though there is an infection in her kidneys while at the same time investigating a specialist. We are changing her kibble to c/d to treat the high pH issue and we have a new antibiotic (baytril) that she starts today. We will do this for a month (at least) and retest to see what has changed.

Other than this somewhat disheartening news (I would MUCH prefer to be reporting “All Clear!”) Joey continues to be a beacon of joy and love. She is in an intermediate class Saturday mornings in which she is doing really well. She goes to the park every morning with Sophie and Roy. They meet me there after my Boot Camp class and Joey and I run off to play. She hugs my ankles while I work (as she is right now) and she and I have perfected how to arrange the lap duvet on the couch so we can both fit and MAX OUT our cuddle time. She is very sweet and mischievous – she learned how to unlock her crate this morning – and we love her more than words could ever express.

I Didn't Know That

I know most everything anyway, but now I REALLY do. Thanks to a book I was given this past Christmas, I Didn't Know That. Here are a few gems to sink your teeth into...

Armed to the Teeth
The first to be armed to the teeth was an ancient Nordic tribe known as the Berserkers, whose teeth were their most deadly weapons. These particular tribesmen were known for filing their teeth into sharp points and savagely attacking their opponents, who most often carried more civilized weapons like swords, spears, or clubs. Originally, "armed to the teeth" meant to be barely armed at all, but historically, its meaning of "being on the attack, prepared for any confrontation" carries over today.

Cahoots
Cahoots were, quite simply, little cabins, or kajuetes, as they were called in medieval Germany. Often known to be occupied by bandits and robbers, these little cabins became the planning centers for attacks. So in reality, it was the goings-on inside the cabins that became known for what the cabins themselves were called. Today we use cahoots to refer to any shady partnership or less-than upright scheme.

Red Cats Galore

Lassoed by My Puppy

I really think she is trying to kill me now. She is done wasting her time with knocking my teeth in - she as seen I will just get them fixed. She is done scratching at me with her nails - she realizes I will just cut and file them.

So I took Joey to Boot Camp with me on Thanksgiving Day. We has a run/walk planned around the nearby neighborhood so I thought it would be a perfect way to burn off some puppy energy. She and I begin our walk with a few other campers, she is having a nice time - though jumping nervously a little. I see way up the road another dog approaching. Joey is still quite nervous about other dogs so I knew I had to get treats ready and get her focused on her Happy Place before she saw the dog.

As I remove my glove and reach into my pocket to arm myself with something cheesey, Joey simultaneously notices what I am doing AND the other dog. I'm still unclear how she did it - perhaps I blacked out - but she did a full circle (or two) around me before charging at the on coming dog. Her leash quickly and effectively snapped my ankles together and brought me to the ground.

I was laughing, she was laughing (in a Stewie Griffin kind of way) and the guy walking the dog was laughing. I all I have to show for it is a purple hand.

Joey: If your friends ask about your bruises, what do you tell them?
Peggy: (crying): I got hit by a baseball.

Joey Swam in the Pool

We knew it would happen, though I don't think she thought it would be today, and so unexpected.

Joey has been increasingly more playful with Sophie around the pool. She likes to chase Sophie down the side of the pool before she (Sophie) jumps in after a ball then she runs to the steps where Sophie will come out. She has been really getting tangled up with Sophie lately, trying to get Sophie to play with her rather than go in the water (Joey would have better luck deciding to speak English with a Liverpool accent).

On this day Joey was harassing Sophie and she slipped. Her back right leg went in the drink and the rest of her followed. She did a great job keeping her head above water, but she tried to climb out the way she got in (right up the side of the pool) and that caused her back 1/2 to sink. I was there in a millisecond and I grabbed her collar and guided her to swim along the edge to the steps. So, in effect, she got herself out.

Once out we squealed with glee and jumped for joy and congratulated her on her brave and exciting decision to begin swimming in our pool. She wagged around - very proud - but didn't want to go back in. We'll save that for another day.

Our Angel Isn't Perfect

Joey ate the wall in the bathroom. Well not the entire wall, just a small piece (you can see it to the left of her), but still. How does that thought become crystallized in her labra brain? I know that puppies bump their mouths into things and they just start chewing, but a wall? What is there to grab on to, or be interested in for that matter?

Let me back up. I've been shutting Joey in the bathroom with me while I shower in the mornings. My theory is that I don't want her spending too much time in her crate and, really, what can she hurt in the bathroom? I bring in a toy so she won't be bored. Well, from now on I'll bring a bone too.

To give you a little history of how great my theory has bee working... At first, she came in with her raccoon and just hung out. Perfect. Then she started to get bored and she would pull all the towels off their racks. Then she pulled the towels down and chewed on the tags. Then I smartened up and folded the towels in half (out of reach) at which point she discovered the toilet paper. She pulled a enough for a big pile and she had some soggy pieces dangling from her cheeks. Now the toilet paper lives on top of the toilet tank (along with the trash bin, and toilet brush which were discovered by her in an earlier experience). Finally, she discovered the caps that cover the bolts that secure the toilet.

I have much to learn from her.

More Firsts. Swimming!

You've seen the pictures of Joey showing great interest in our pool. It is more and more frustrating for her to watch Sophie go in and out, but Joey is just not ready.

We thought it was time to take her to a water source that has a more gradual entry: a pond, a lake, an ocean. Water Dog Lake Park seems like just the spot! Roy let Sophie off the leash -> SPLASH!!! I let Joey off her leash -> SPLASH!!! I guess we were right about Joey just needing a more gentle entry into a body of water. Roy was a little nervous about letting her go like I did - worried that she didn't know how to swim. I felt she was strong enough to have her instincts kick in - plus I knew I was going in if she had any trouble.

She had a perfect teacher and grand time. She went in and out of the water. She ran like a crazed deamon along the shoreline. She barked and jumped. She posed for the camera. She chased Sophie. She tripped in the mud. She washed herself off. She came home and slept.

Joey's First Trip to the Dog Park

I'm so sorry I don't have a photo for you on this one. A video would have been the best option, but I knew I would need all of my hands and limbs to deal with this outing.

Those of you who know Joey, know that she has needed lots of socialization to over come her moderate fear of people. She also has the urge to bark at other dogs. It appears to be playful in intention, but she is barking and leaping while at the end of the leash - behavior easily misconstrued.

So I took her to the dog park, pockets brimming with treats. When I got there I saw that a man had his 3 collies there and a woman was entering with her little while fluffball. The collie were very exuberant in their greeting of the fluffball. They were obviously VERY friendly, but also very big. So I took Joey into the small dog area (which was empty) just so she could get the idea of a dog park (smells, toys, water, mud, etc.). She loved it. The dogs in the big dog area where way at the far side, so after a while I took her trough the staging area and into the big dog area.

She did great. She sniffed, she rolled the tennis balls around, she found the water bowl, what a wonderful place! I was slowly walking deeper into the park, easing her closer to the other dogs. The fluffball came over to say hello and that went well. Then the collies looked up. Joey barked, they came over with the same exuberance with which they greeted the fluffball. Joey barked and back up. They came closer. Joey took off like someone set her tail on fire - heading straight for the exit and practically ran through the fence like on those cartoons from years ago.

Then she tried to scale the fence, which obviously didn't work. So she stood her ground and met the collies one at a time. She could not have been more brave (and the collies couldn't have been sweeter). I was so proud. Her tail was down, but she met each one of them and wagged. When she was all done she waggled right over to me so proud and confident. We spent the next 30 minutes chasing the fluffball and walking amongst the big collies like we owned the place.

A Slideshow of Joey

For her adoring public...

Puppy Class Begins

We were rained our last Saturday, so yesterday was our first Dog Obedience Class, (aka Puppy class). There are a lot of people in the class so they split us up into "puppy" and "adult", but there were still too many puppies so we got to learn with the big kids.

All in all Joey did really well. Most of her errors were due to "handler ineptitude" or fear. She is still shy around people (but getting SO much better) and she tends to growl, bark and leap at dogs. It seems to be play drive, and that's what the trainers thought too, but still an inappropriate behavior. Roy came with the camera and the video camera to document the day. Joey has "Sit" down better than any other student. She did really well with "Heel", "Down" and "Stay". I was very proud of her to be so brave in a park full of people and dogs and still be able focus on her studies.