Today seems a bit brighter, although I have a ways to go to being back to my regular puppy-self. My tail doesn’t seem to want to stand up–but I am wagging it. My back legs are a bit wonky and I seem to be struggling with a few neurological issues. What is it exactly? We still have zero idea, but we are staying the course and treating the treatable things and I seem to be improving each and every day. I am spending my days at the clinic and my evenings at Dr. Bogue’s house through the weekend. I get to hang out with her cool dog, Albert, who tolerates me (although, he hasn’t seen me at full speed yet– woof!). I am being watched closely and loved much and surrounded by my favorite toys –not much more a pup can ask for. Practicing patience and eating lots of treats in the meantime.
Me and my toys at Dr. Bogue’s house – I like toys again!
The sign on my kennel at the vet says “This may be the best puppy ever” and although I am modest, I must agree with Dr. Bogue–I am pretty great! I have been knocked down pretty hard this week, but I have real heart and am fighting back to greatness every single day!
Puppy kisses to all and thanks for all of the notes and love!
Here is a video of Bear at the vet this morning…
Today I’m continuing to learn to be brave and patient. I have been poked, prodded and tested yet they still are not sure what is wrong with me. I AM better…taking things one day at a time. I saw Mom this morning and gave her puppy kisses and we went for a short walk. I’m definitely not back to normal, and plan to be at the hospital through the weekend now, but there is improvement. Bottom line: I am one sick fella and just need to be patient with myself and the folks that are trying to help me. There is a good lesson in that…
Upside? I have a FANTASTIC vet and staff caring for me! Dr. Bogue is wrapped around my paw. She even took me home to love on me last night so that I wasn’t kenneled and alone at the hospital. She said she didn’t want me to have a bad vet experiene so young. Ahhhhh another sucker for my cuteness!
PS–the cone is just so that I won’t mess with my IV port.
So go figure, my toe ISN’T broken, I seem to have some kind of mysterious infection/illness that the doctors are trying to figure out. How has this been treated as a broken toe for three days?!? You’ve got me on that one. Today my symptoms are fever, abdominal and back pain, and lethargy–It is not my finest hour. Tonight I’m sleeping over at the vet’s house with pain meds, fluids, a cocktail of antibiotic/anti-fungal meds and of course, my favorite toys. We have marked a lot of awful things off the list today, but tomorrow we hope to narrow my diagnosis down and get me all better. Through it all, I am still a sweet champ but I do feeeeeel terrible.
Upside? The awful cast is gone.
Just remember that tiny puppy that you were so nasty to can grow, VERY QUICKLY, into a giant towering beast!.
So, my brother was spending the night last night and we had a great time. I had been looking forward to it alllllll week! All was perfect until this
morning–I walked out of my kennel and realized that my foot hurt–it hurt a lot. I have no idea what happened or how I did this, but OUCH! Mom took me to the doctor and, get this, I broke my TOE! No big deal, right? WRONG! I am growing so fast and the break is on a growth plate soooooo we have to be really careful with it or it can mess up my foot forever. Greeeeaaaattt! I wanted to play with Cooper and now I am just zoned out and woozy from the drugs.
Well, glass half full? 1) I get to lay inside with family 2) If i make a sound my peeps jump up and wait on me hand and foot. 3) All the ladies love a wounded puppy4) It could have been worse.
The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances. ~Aristotle
12 weeks old and weighing in at 24.8 pounds.