Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Monday, March 2, 2020
Spaatz, who is my personal sweetheart of a dog has come down with a scary and disturbing problem. A few days ago he started wobbling like a drunk, having a hard time standing and his head wobbling back and forth when he's sitting or laying down.
I have taken him to the vet, had blood work, stool sample, X-ray done. While he tested positive for Lyme, and we started Doxycyline, the titer has come out lower than what warrants continued treatment with that. He's also on an anti-inflammatory and Gabepentin. He seems to have gotten a little better, so I'm not sure what is helping. Or is part of it that he coping better. He pretty quickly figured out to steady himself on an object or another dog, or to just lay down which stops the movement.
Monday, June 3, 2019
Just about everyday there is the event known as the "The Vigil". Suppertime is at five, so the vigil usually starts at four, but could be as early as three. It depends on how much their tummies are grumbling
Most of the time during the day if I'm home they're close by, but when the vigil starts I find myself alone, and I know it has commenced. It's best not to pay them too much attention or they will start platooning for an early dinner. You may know what that's like.
Those big puppy eyes, pleading with you. Perhaps the clock is incorrect! It must of stopped! We definitely know when it's time to eat. It must be time for chow!
I simply tell them that "it's too early", and while I'm sure I may sound like the teacher talking in a Peanut's cartoon. They seem to understand that translates into "your not getting food right now"
Much to their dismay they will settle down again, and commence will the vigil once more until the glad news that dinnertime is finally here, and they must wait no longer.
Then the next thing you know they're all sacked out without a care in the world. All that angst solved by a little cup o' chow.
Monday, May 20, 2019
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
April is a big month, here in the land of My Three Doxsons. Miss Peaches turns 13, and Foozeball is officially 12. They are known as the"old dogs", while Sandie and Spaatz will be 9 this year
I must say, 9 years old hardly seems like a youngster, but Sandie and Spaatz really seem like they are maybe 6 or 7. Still very active, still giving the squirrels a run for their money.The above photo shows the dogs before I gave them a little birthday treat. I realized as I was attempting to break this dog cookie up that it was very hard. Fooze had a hard time with it because he is deficient in the tooth department. Took him about 40 minutes to finish eating it, but he was a happy boy..
|Sandie, Miss Peaches, Spaatz and Foozeball|
Fooze does live to lay in the sun. This is his favorite place to be. Dogs look so happy when they're sleeping, and at the age of 12 sleeping is his major occupation. But on to Miss Peaches.
Miss Peaches turning 13 is a huge deal because over the years we have had many a dog, I will include my in-laws dogs because we lived next door for 18 years. All of the dogs lived to be 13. Our goal is for Peachy to be the first one to make it to 14 and beyond! She made it through major back surgery a few years back and we're hoping she has a few more in her.
Unfortunately she is a little under the weather right now. She has injured her front leg. I am at the "wait and see" stage. Usually this happens when she forgets her advanced age and goes barreling down the ramp like she's going to catch a squirrel with the "young" dogs. I'll give her till tomorrow to get back to her old self, if not, it's off to the vet. For now I'm doing extra dog carrying.
Soon, I know I will be running a senior home for dachshunds. I'm halfway there now, but we will do our best to take good care of the old dogs, and Spaatz and Sandiepoo will be keeping the energy high here for now in the land of "My Three Doxsons.
Friday, March 29, 2019
I wouldn't say it's just my stuff, my husband can bring home some pretty special articles to roll in too. Spaatz likes to wear our shoes as well, just on his head.
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
The real issue here is that her fur is terribly fine and when its long it gets matted. All I have to do is get the brush out and she's headed for the hills. Or in actuality, under my bed.
She's not coming out of there unless there is a food bribe involved. So I have found that the better way to handle this is to keep her trimmed up. She is pretty well behaved for the shaving process.
I didn't get to it like I should because, well, it was very cold out, so I delayed. The next thing you know is, wow, that's a lot of fur. I do put a sweater on her to keep her warm, but I delayed and here we are again with a very fuzzy dog. Even if I don't do the whole dog I will "trim her nose hairs" because fur grows towards her pretty eyes.
I don't know if it drives her crazy, it makes me crazy to have her fur pointing at her eyes. The good news is that Spring has sprung so the cold days will be going away, and the dachshunds will once again be soaking up the sunshine as they love to do, and Sandie wont' be so fuzzy wuzzy.
|Sandipoo in the pinks.|