dairyDog Come Home!

Yes it's true.

And heck, I'm gonna put this photo here cause it's so happy and all, even if it's down below too. Why not?


Monday evening we went to Paw Prints and were able to snatch up dD and bring her home!

Dr. Thomas went over pretty much the things she had told me that morning, Betsy had a lot of good questions and concerns, and we were given a list of things to try, things to watch out for, and told just keep an eye on her.

We hadn't seen her yet, and of course in telling our tale of woe to others in the waiting room, we had painted a rather dim picture of an old and faithful companion.
But when she came out she was all skittering across the floor looking more alive then she had for quite a while!
I think she knew she was getting out at last (probably them taking the IV out did a lot to convince her of that).

So we paid for her stay $$$ and loaded everyone into the Jeep.
The good folks had given us some various foods to try and so we open the bag of Low Residue Dry Food and dD stuck her little head right in there and started eating!
Unbelievable!
And as fate would have it, the camera ate that shot too.
But I do have one of a very happy and relieved Betsy and a pretty bright eyed (cataracts) and bushy eared dD-


Yay she's home!
No, she didn't eat any more of that dry food. Still hasn't.
But we don't care, as I told Mike Y. I'll feed her bubble gum if that's what she'll eat and wants, it just don't matter much now.

But we do have a little box of meds to give her-


So she's doing pretty well.
Breathing is definitely better and more relaxed.
She's drinking and peeing nicely and often.
She gets around pretty well, pokes around the place, sniffs and lays down a fair bit.
Pretty much the only thing she'll eat regularly are fig bars. Hey they're pretty healthy, got fiber, got energy, used to have that guy dressed up as a Fig Newton, and they're available about anywhere. If that's what she wants, so be it.

We're pretty happy and thankful that she's home.

The neighborhood cats are pretty happy too, I have a pic of them around dD's house, but that will have to wait until tomorrow.

Thanks for your kind thoughts and good hopes.

The Shogren's and kids.

Second Vist, and Third and ...

Well I had some pics of dD at the hospital in the evening but somehow my camera ate them.
Poopie-pants.

She was doing much better than in the morning, as nearly everyone said "she looks great now!" which also meant that she must have looked truly terrible that morning.
Our friend Nancy Casdorph (of Casdorph fame and name) said that she was with dD for about an hour that morning, she wouldn't eat, wasn't moving much at all, and was quite listless. Then she went home and cried. :(

When we arrived that evening during visiting hours Nancy was there again and everyone was looking much better! Nancy seemed more relieved than we since she had seen dD at her low moment.
We were able to take her for a walk outside w/ me holding the IV bag and all that, just like at the people hospital, though there was an absence of the smoking area...
I *had* pics of this, but they are gone.
Her breathing was still on the panty side of things, but she wasn't drolling and it wasn't like she was breathing w/ her whole body as she had been.
But dD was still not eating much and even the nice Pop Tart that Nancy brought was hardly touched.
Drinking fine, eating not so fine.

For Sunday's visit she was looking alright, no new news, all the test were coming back fine, she was drinking, breathing was pretty decent, yada yada yada. She was still not eating.
Crudcrap.

Here's another picture of dD's stable mate Elvis. Elvis is still there.
He had swallowed a gum band, had surgery, they (another clinc) didn't put the lamp shade on his head, he ate through some sutures AND put a big whole in his belly. We hope Elvis gets better-


Monday morning I went in before work and got to talk with Dr. Thomas some.
Things hadn't really changed, they had taken another round of x-rays and nothing looked that much different.
The good Dr. was trying all the angles, worms, heartworms, other maladies, etc.
She called it the "shotgun" approach.
Nothing bad was coming back positive, but nothing was being held accountable for dairy's ills either.
Sunday evening she had also started dD on steroids to fight off another type of pulminary illness, PIE, I think she called it, and she figured that with that injection she would be ready to probably go home that evening.
If nothing else she wouldn't be depressed from being couped up in a cage and hanging out with a lot of other nice but noisy animals.

Here's a pic of Chuckie with his newly found hoodie, Chirpy all dirty still from the 6 Hour race at Big Bear last w/e and WillyG, all waiting for dD to come home-

First Visit

dD had been there only a few hours, but we had to go see her.
She's doing ok, they haven't been able to stick the tube up her nose to give her O2, so we told them it would be ok to give her a doggie downer.

Here she is trying to escape already!


She peed 5 times while we toured the outside facilities!

What the?

We don't know either, but we found it/she/he on the rail trail.
Betsy put those eyes on, I figure from whatever planet it's from, that's where they go!
He's atop the pumpkin that I snagged from the folks house.
Sweet.

Poor dD

Not feeling well.


Not getting better. That's Jack our newest "Lost Child", hoping for the best.
Betsy put his eyes on too, he still needs some more stuffing though, when we found him he was pretty beat up and stuffing coming out everywhere.


She's at the Vet Hotel now.


Enlarged heart
Fluid in the lungs
Decent sized bullae in her lung
Some gray areas also showed up on the x-ray.

Everyone here is concerned yet hopeful.

Here's Elvis, looking like he's worse off than dD.

It's Bad for the Kids too!

Everyone gets sucked into the 24-frenzy,

And the kids are no exception, only they have too much unsupervised time on their hands and look at the mess that it creates.

Even with all the caffeine, vitamins, crushing cans, and who knows what else, they still just plain crashed. Poor Abe is trying to make it to the couch and failed. WillyG looks the perkiest, but right after that he started burrowing. And poor Cheet-O just couldn't make it any further, fell flat on his happy little face. Poor fellows.

Guess I gotta stay home more now....

Conspiracy

Someone must have told dairyDog that she needed eat plain old dog food,

Cause she's been unwilling to eat it for quite a while now.
We add things, mix things in, sometimes she eats, sometimes she sniffs and goes somewhere else. I blame the internet and someone in the know-
Iowna's Finest

24

Is taking all our time.
Attention.
Thought.
Life.

We eat, sleep, think, just like our comrades at CTU.
It's awful.
But we can't walk away now, we're in too deep.

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