Thursday, February 23, 2017

UPDATE ON DOGGIE DENTISTRY



It has been a week and one day since Fuzzy had his doggie dental surgery.  He ended up having nine teeth removed.  

He is a little eleven year old,  8 1/2 lb. Pomeranian and has a delicate trachea which is easily irritated so I was worried about the intubation that they did during anesthesia. We dropped him off at the vet's just a little before 9 am. They said they would call and let us know how he was at 2 pm, and he could come home somewhere between 3 or 4 after they were certain that he was wide awake and safe to come home.

At about 1:30 pm they called and said we could come and get him.  He was awake and ready to come home. We left home immediately to go and pick him up and as we got out of the car to go into he vet's we could hear him barking. We were on the parking lot and hadn't even gone inside yet.  I couldn't believe it was him barking, but it was.  Apparently the intubation  hadn't hindered his ability to bark.  No wonder they called us to come and get him so quickly. He was really making a racket.  We have never left him anywhere before.  He was overjoyed that we came back for him.  

Once he was home,  it became clear that he was still feeling the effects of the anesthesia. His normally curled up bushy tail was drooping. He kept licking his lips and front paws.  I imagine his mouth was feeling strange.  He was also pacing and acting agitated.  He was a little wobbly in the hind legs, so we had to block his favorite chair so he wouldn't try to jump up on it. And then he started making a wheezing noise.  That worried me that his trachea may have been swelling. So I called the vet's office to check if there was anything we should do or watch out for.  I even took the name and number of an emergency after hours vet. When I started preparing dinner for my husband and I,  the sound I thought was wheezing was getting worse.  Then Fuzzy started begging for his food.  It turns out he wasn't wheezing after all, but with his throat irritation that was the sound of him whining for his food.  Earlier, when he was making that sound I guess he was whining because he didn't feel good and wanted me to help him.  He had to wait a little longer for his food according to the vet's instructions, but when I gave him very small servings of pureed chicken, smashed boiled potatoes, and  cottage cheese with most of the curds mashed out of it, he ate very slowly, but ate every bit of it, except for a few curds that must have been too hard for his sore mouth. It was a couple of days before he could pick up any of his dog toys without his gums hurting, making him yelp in pain.

By day four he was pretty much back to normal.  Fuzzy always loves to spin. Usually he pirouettes his way out of rooms instead of just walking away. It was day four before he felt like spinning.  One week after having his dental work he is feeling really good.  He has no more of the bad odor that he had before his teeth were taken care of.  He is running, playing, pirouetting, and able to pick up his ball and his toys. His eyes are bright and he is really full of zip. Today he decided my husband had enough sleep and ran down the hall and jumped up and pounced his front paws against the door hard enough to pop it open and wake my husband.


I am thankful that we could afford to have his teeth taken care of at this time. He seems to feel better than he had been feeling. Before the doggie dentistry he never did have problems eating or seem to be in pain, and certainly wasn't lethargic, but the odor coming from his mouth was really bad. His blood work showed high levels of inflammation in his body. I believe it was just a matter of time, and probably not too long, that he would have been having very serious, emergency problems from his teeth.  

It is a big decision to have procedures done on your dog (or cat), especially when they are older or have some medical issue, but for Fuzzy I think it worked out to be a healthier choice for him.


Tuesday, February 14, 2017

DOGGIE DENTISTRY

Compared to my blog header picture that was taken a few years ago, Fuzzy is getting pretty gray around the muzzle. The fur on  his body is black except for the little crest on his chest and a little white on his feet and now the gray/white on his muzzle. It looks like his fur is white on one side, but it is just shiny black and I forgot and left the flash on when I took the picture. He usually looks pretty wide eyed and happy, but maybe not this much. The flash surprised him.
Last week when Fuzzy went for his doggie vaccinations we found that he had some dental problems. His teeth need to be cleaned and most likely he will lose some of them. He is 11 years old and the vet said his teeth looked fine the last time he was in 2 years ago. Unfortunately, they aren't now.  

I am more worried about him getting dental work done than I was when I had to have my wisdom teeth out. Apparently, I have sympathetic dental phobia for my little Fuzzy.  It is worse than the dental phobia for my own dental work. He will be under anesthesia  and be intubated.  The intubation protects dogs from any debris getting in their airway while they are under anesthesia. 

He will go to the vet early in the morning and they will call us at about 2 pm.
Pensive Pomeranian pose (and he doesn't even know about the planned Doggie Dentistry).  Poor picture quality because Pic Monkey suddenly needed sign in and agreement to terms for me to use it no charge. Since at this time, I'm not in the mood to study their Agreement to Terms; here are poorly lighted, oddly angled photos done without editing tools. My husband's birthday present to me was going to be photo editing software.  I just hadn't decided what brand yet.  Perfect timing for that gift.
Doggie dental work is something we never had done on our other dogs. They never needed it as far as we knew. Fuzzy is the fourth dog we have had in our married life of 42 1/2 years. Our dogs have always lived to be 12 to 14 1/2 years old.  I don't know if I will be able to teach Fuzzy to let me brush his teeth at his age, but I will try after he heals completely from this procedure.

On a more pleasant subject, I hope that everyone had a lovely Valentine's Day/Evening.

                                       Here's a rose for you!  
David Austin - Christopher Marlowe Rose from my yard 2016.
                                         Happy Valentine's Day!

Friday, August 26, 2016

A BUTTERFLY CLOUD, THE HUMMINGBIRD EMPEROR, AND A GRAND WACKY TIME


It's still hot summertime here, but this season is winding down.  I saw my first Monarch butterfly of the season today. My camera is never where I am when there are butterfly encounters.  The butterflies are especially tame right now.  I walked past the zinnia bed yesterday, and I was softly surrounded by a small cloud of several bright yellow butterflies.  One of them wing-brushed my face...Enchantment.

The hummingbirds wage war on each other over the zinnia beds.  The tiniest hummingbird of all is the most territorial.  He is the Emperor of the Zinnias.  He feasts on zinnia nectar, and when he has his fill, he briefly perches on a small bare spruce branch and oversees the Zinnia Kingdom.  Any hummingbirds that trespass are immediately attacked as he loudly chirps hummingbird expletives at them.  After he scares them away, he refreshes himself at his zinnias and then returns to his branch to keep guard.

It's been so humid, it seems like the flowers could just suck the moisture out of the air, and save me the daily watering.  The petunias are pitiful.  Some of them may revive when it cools down.  The roses are sending up only a few small blooms, and even the mighty zinnias are tattered and leggy.  The goldfinches feast on the seeds/petals daily, leaving petal confetti in their wake.

On the upside, my crepe myrtles are blooming beautifully. The ornamental sweet potato vines, glowing yellow green and maroon are in their glory, bright and fresh-leafed. 

We've had our grandson here several times this summer.  Kids seem to grow fast in summer.  He is six years old now.  His face is changing.  His baby face is almost gone now, only to be glimpsed when he is sleeping.

Recently, when he was here, we were outside watering the flowers and playing with the garden hose.  We have a wacky hose that takes on a wild life of it's own if you happen to drop it or hold it lower down than the nozzle.  I have gotten a surprise super soaking with it several times.  It surprised my grandson, too, he was holding the nozzle and everything was fine.  Then he grabbed it lower down on the hose and it went wild. It sprayed him right in the face, and then all over the place.  He thought it was hilarious.

I'm starting to miss summertime and it's not even completely over yet.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

SUMMER SERENITY


My flower garden was lush earlier this week.

Even in a small flower garden, serenity thrives.

Summer is passing quickly. The cicadas' call marks the time.  Last night I was surprised to see a few lightning bugs rising up out of my zinnias.  It has been so hot and humid here that the robins, chickadees, and even the squirrels sit around on the tree branches and ground looking deflated, mouths open, trying to catch their breath.

On days when the thunderstorms miss us, and the sun hammers down, I spray the spruce tree branches with water and water the ground beneath the old spruce.  The shade and the coolness of the water in the branches seems to drop the temperature there under the tree a bit.  The birds and squirrels all gather round under the tree in their shady little oasis. They crave the cool, misted shade so much that they don't fear me.

This is my favorite zinnia of the season so far.  I am hoping to be able to save some seeds from it.  It is the prettiest, bright, clear pink coral color.  It came from a packet of California Giant Zinnias.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer.



Sunday, February 14, 2016

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!...AND A GROUNDHOG DAY CAKE?


It's Valentine's Day! I hope everyone is having a wonderful day.  

Snow is sifting down outside my window.  The little snowbirds are blown around like dried leaves when the wind gusts..  A large chattering of starlings are scratching in the snow for food, gossiping as they work.  I suppose that is why the dictionary refers to a group of starlings as a "chattering". The robins never left our neighborhood this year.  They search under every leaf in their quest for something to eat, and hunker low to the ground with each gust of wind.  They look miserable.

Please, Mother Nature, enough with the snow sifting!  It's close to 2 inches deep now. That's enough decorative snow. For me, when it comes to snow, less is more.

My husband and I are staying in today.  There is chili cooking and it smells good.  It is way too cozy in here to get out today and go to a restaurant for dinner.  
OUR GRANDSON LOVES LITTLE ANIMALS
We babysat our grandson earlier this month.  It was so much fun.  He is at the age where he sometimes says such funny things.  He will be six in March. Our daughter, who is a nurse, was asking him what he wanted to be when he grew up.  "Maybe a doctor", she asked/suggested to him.  His reply was "When I grow up, I want to be a "plunger" like my daddy."  His daddy is a plumber. 
THE GROUNDHOG DAY CAKE LOOKING A BIT PRIMITIVE
I baked a cake for my grandson the day we watched him.  As the cake baked, I had a brainstorm to make it into a Groundhog Day cake, even though we were a couple of days past G. hog day.  Since it was all spur of the moment, I had to use what was in the cupboard for my Groundhog Day cake decorations.  I used some soft caramels rolled in Nestle's Quik powder for the groundhog. The Quik was supposed to look like the little creature's fur.  I crumbled up a cookie to make the dirt around the G. hog hole, sifted powdered sugar over the cake's chocolate icing for snow, and stuck a candle in it just for fun. 

The cake looks pretty primitive in the picture and doesn't look like the amazing, enchanting cake that I had pictured it to be in my mind's eye. 

I was busy being underwhelmed as I looked at the cake.....and then my Grandson came into the dining room.  He took one look and was was so tickled by it.  He was laughing, and grinning, and so excited by such a simple cake. He loved the little groundhog and couldn't wait to blow out the candle for that little groundhog.  

Suddenly, the primitive looking cake, morphed right back into that amazing, enchanting cake that I had first seen in my mind's eye.  There I was, seeing The Groundhog Day Cake, through the eyes of an almost-six-year old, and it was wonderful.

I hope you are all having a lovely Valentine's Day.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

A QUICK POST

This is going to be a quick post.  I wanted to wish everyone a Happy New Year while the year is still new.

This evening I finally put a picture in my header.  I've been blogging since August 2012.  Procrastinate much?  Yes, I do.

We had a very nice holiday season around here.  My husband retired as of December 1.  We are adjusting to it pretty well, except most days both of us have to think about it to figure out the day, and date, and the weeks go by so quickly that it is amazing.  My husband worked nights for more than thirty years, so our night owl life style has remained the same, but may slip into more normal hours after a few more months.  

I usually like to show a lot of pictures on my posts, but after doing the header picture, my picture-posting brain is now slightly frazzled, so I'll let that go this evening.

Even though I haven't been posting here, I have been enjoying many others' blogs. 

2016 hasn't had any of its shiny, newness worn off yet.  So many possibilities await us!



Friday, September 4, 2015

WHAT'S WITH MY KNEES, ZINNIAS, AND BEES

Blue glass watering bulbs, zinnias, and creeping jenny.
Nine days ago I had stem cell therapy on both knees.  The procedure was something that I have been researching for quite some time, and since my knees were becoming more and more painful, I decided it was time to go ahead with it.  

The stem cells that were used came from my own bone marrow and also from my own fat. The procedure was painful, but not unbearable.  I was hurting a lot the evening after the procedure.  The pain got better as each day went by. It is normal for it to take 7 to 14 days for the knees to return to the level of pain they had before the procedure.  One of my knees was worse than the other and had a lot more pain.  After the procedure my sort of good-ish knee got worse and my bad knee has gotten better faster.   

Each day, when I wake up in the morning, my knees seem to be a bit improved. Pain wise I am almost back to where I was before the procedure.  I was surprised yesterday, as I was working around in the kitchen, I noticed that for the first time in about three months, I was walking without being flat footed on one side and limping and dragging my foot a bit.  My knee, ankle, and foot were working together pretty much like normal again.   
New-to-the-neighborhood hummingbirds always examine the flowers in the basket on the door and leave disappointed.
Even though my knees are improving, they start feeling real worn out and aching by about 3:30 in the afternoon and I have to start wrapping my activities up so I can get off of my feet.  I haven't been doing anything out in my flowers since a few weeks before the procedure, because my knees had just gotten so bad.  I am glad that I got some pictures of this summer's flowers while I still felt like standing and taking pictures.
The big pink round shiny glass bowl was from the thrift store.
It was not a great year for my zinnias.  I believe it was because of the extremes with the weather.  It was a very good year for my hummingbirds that were here most of the summer, and have now migrated. And the zinnias continue to attract new hummingbirds as they migrate through the area.  I couldn't get a picture of the little birds, only the bees.

My Christopher Marlowe rose which was beautifully leafy and full all last summer, got brown spots on the leaves during the weeks of rain we had earlier this summer.  Even with the leaves dropping, it has had a lot of blooms on it all summer.  I didn't want to use any fungicides on it, because I have seen hummingbirds going to its blooms.  I don't think roses have nectar.  I wonder if hummingbirds can smell the roses. "hummingbirds...I love to watch them because they are so busy getting the most out of life.", Nora Ephron wrote in her book "I Remember Nothing". 
David Austin Christopher Marlowe rose still blooming after the brown spots
I have spent some of this quickly passing end-of-summer time reading books that my sweet friend brought to me. Thank you Shelly!  For a few days it was uncomfortable to have the laptop on my lap.  Two of the books I read were by Nora Ephron.  The first one I read was "I Feel Bad About My Neck".  The next one I read was "I Remember Nothing".  Excellent books that have both been around for several years.  If you haven't read them, I think you would enjoy them.  Both of them are funny, and many parts are especially touching given the perspective added by the passing of years.
My grandson with his hair slicked down for the first day of school.  Made me think of all of the little boys through all of the generations on their first day of school.  Some things never change.
Summer has almost slipped away.  My grandson started kindergarten this year. He is going to the same elementary school that my Dad, me, my husband, and my son and daughter attended.  It is still hot here, but there is that certain quality of light, and rhythm in the way that the days pass that gently reminds us how fast the seasons pass, and that maybe we should get busy getting the most out of life.
My Christopher Marlowe roses at the beginning of summer. There were enough for arms full of them.