It feels like it has been a year since I posted last.
Bailey made it through his neuter surgery with flying colors and never slowed down. He was first on the chopping block so he was done fairly early. I got a call from the vet about 11 saying he was wide awake and unhappy about being in the kennel but fine..."oh, and he chewed through his IV". HE WHAT? He said that he might be ready to go home about noon since he popped right up from anesthesia but he would be fine if he needed to stay longer. I have a weekly web seminar on Thursday's and our network blocks some of the functions of the web meeting so I decided to just go home, pick up Bai, and do the training from there. It worked out well. He was jumping around like he normally does at the vet's office. One of the other vets was laughing at him and telling me that she was 100% sure he went through the surgery, she saw "them" come off. He calmed down when we got home. Puppies.
I took off on Friday to stay home with the puppy and make sure he didn't hurt himself.
So I did very little over the weekend that would require me to leave the house. I did my taxes (so not happy with that) and got some major Truman cuddles.
My dad went in for a PET scan last week and I have kind of gotten to the point where I don't panic every time he goes in. He has been sick and they stopped all treatment to see if it was a reaction to the keytruda type medication he had been getting for 7 months. He has been pretty sick. Anyway, the scan was like Monday and Friday he got a phone call from the clinic telling him he had chemo scheduled for Tuesday. We all kind of lost it. He had a doctor's appointment yesterday and we just kind of tried to hold it together until he saw the doctor. If the cancer had returned and that was how he found out I was going to lose it. Anyway, I planned on going to the doctor with them and come to find out they "chemo" they were referring to was the immunotherapy "chemo" protocol. The scans were so much better the last time without the immunotherapy so they told him they were going to discontinue any further treatment. There is still no signs of the cancer. I kind of blame my parents for not asking questions when they called for the appointment, but that is just them. Unlike me, the feel like they shouldn't question the doctor. Regardless, it all turned out well.
Sunday was pretty stressful as well. July of 2017 the vet found a large mass on Marcy's, our 12 year old hound mix liver. The tumor had formed around the major arteries and ducts making surgery very difficult and not guaranteed. She has always been a little feral, not a cuddley girl and she is extremely nervous away from home so we decided that we would just let her live out her life. They told us maybe 6 months. Well she hadn't slowed down, until Sunday. She is a big eater but showed no interest in food. I have been giving her canned food at night so I thought maybe she was just being picky. I tried later to give her a treat and she wouldn't take it, Dennis drove through and got nuggets and she didn't touch them. She spent most of the day just pacing. When she did lay down she was breathing rather erratically. I didn't think she would make it through the night but didn't want to take her to the emergency vet because I was sure they would want to put her down. It was so bad we discussed which service we would use when she didn't come back from the vet. Against all odds she made it through the night. Dennis had to drag her out from under the bed. When she got up I offered her some of the nuggets from the night before and she chomped them down!! We had decided I was going to take off work and we would take her to the doctor first thing and of course it snowed for the first time in 2 years and the roads were slick. Thank goodness Dennis is ex highway patrol and a volunteer firefighter so he has all kinds of training for that kind of stuff. Anyway, we got her to the vet and she ate a bag of their treats (sorry not sorry) while we waited. The fact that she ate anything changed our whole course of action. The vet did blood work and her liver enzymes are very high but not off the charts and her kidney values are low. The look on the vets face wasn't encouraging but she didn't tell us we needed to make any decisions just yet. She said that if she hadn't started eating we might be talking hospitalization but they gave her a shot for pain and anti-nausea along with a few prescriptions and sent her home. We have known for a long time that every day we have with her is a gift. She seems to be doing better but still isn't eating like herself. I went tot he store and got some chicken lunch meat and she can't get enough of that. There are also a few treats that she seems to love so that's what we are feeding her.
After all that Bailey had dog school and I swear he forgot how to walk on a leash. He did well on most everything except the heel exercise. Next week is graduation and I am kind of glad. I need a break. I have to decide if I want to sign him up for basic, which will start the end of the month. If we do sign him up we will do Saturday morning, it just seems easier.
It's been a little bit of a roller coaster of a weekend. Going to try and go to my group training tonight and get back to my normal routine.
Weight this morning was 124.8 but I honestly don't think I ate yesterday with all the stress.
Bailey made it through his neuter surgery with flying colors and never slowed down. He was first on the chopping block so he was done fairly early. I got a call from the vet about 11 saying he was wide awake and unhappy about being in the kennel but fine..."oh, and he chewed through his IV". HE WHAT? He said that he might be ready to go home about noon since he popped right up from anesthesia but he would be fine if he needed to stay longer. I have a weekly web seminar on Thursday's and our network blocks some of the functions of the web meeting so I decided to just go home, pick up Bai, and do the training from there. It worked out well. He was jumping around like he normally does at the vet's office. One of the other vets was laughing at him and telling me that she was 100% sure he went through the surgery, she saw "them" come off. He calmed down when we got home. Puppies.
I took off on Friday to stay home with the puppy and make sure he didn't hurt himself.
So I did very little over the weekend that would require me to leave the house. I did my taxes (so not happy with that) and got some major Truman cuddles.
My dad went in for a PET scan last week and I have kind of gotten to the point where I don't panic every time he goes in. He has been sick and they stopped all treatment to see if it was a reaction to the keytruda type medication he had been getting for 7 months. He has been pretty sick. Anyway, the scan was like Monday and Friday he got a phone call from the clinic telling him he had chemo scheduled for Tuesday. We all kind of lost it. He had a doctor's appointment yesterday and we just kind of tried to hold it together until he saw the doctor. If the cancer had returned and that was how he found out I was going to lose it. Anyway, I planned on going to the doctor with them and come to find out they "chemo" they were referring to was the immunotherapy "chemo" protocol. The scans were so much better the last time without the immunotherapy so they told him they were going to discontinue any further treatment. There is still no signs of the cancer. I kind of blame my parents for not asking questions when they called for the appointment, but that is just them. Unlike me, the feel like they shouldn't question the doctor. Regardless, it all turned out well.
Sunday was pretty stressful as well. July of 2017 the vet found a large mass on Marcy's, our 12 year old hound mix liver. The tumor had formed around the major arteries and ducts making surgery very difficult and not guaranteed. She has always been a little feral, not a cuddley girl and she is extremely nervous away from home so we decided that we would just let her live out her life. They told us maybe 6 months. Well she hadn't slowed down, until Sunday. She is a big eater but showed no interest in food. I have been giving her canned food at night so I thought maybe she was just being picky. I tried later to give her a treat and she wouldn't take it, Dennis drove through and got nuggets and she didn't touch them. She spent most of the day just pacing. When she did lay down she was breathing rather erratically. I didn't think she would make it through the night but didn't want to take her to the emergency vet because I was sure they would want to put her down. It was so bad we discussed which service we would use when she didn't come back from the vet. Against all odds she made it through the night. Dennis had to drag her out from under the bed. When she got up I offered her some of the nuggets from the night before and she chomped them down!! We had decided I was going to take off work and we would take her to the doctor first thing and of course it snowed for the first time in 2 years and the roads were slick. Thank goodness Dennis is ex highway patrol and a volunteer firefighter so he has all kinds of training for that kind of stuff. Anyway, we got her to the vet and she ate a bag of their treats (sorry not sorry) while we waited. The fact that she ate anything changed our whole course of action. The vet did blood work and her liver enzymes are very high but not off the charts and her kidney values are low. The look on the vets face wasn't encouraging but she didn't tell us we needed to make any decisions just yet. She said that if she hadn't started eating we might be talking hospitalization but they gave her a shot for pain and anti-nausea along with a few prescriptions and sent her home. We have known for a long time that every day we have with her is a gift. She seems to be doing better but still isn't eating like herself. I went tot he store and got some chicken lunch meat and she can't get enough of that. There are also a few treats that she seems to love so that's what we are feeding her.
After all that Bailey had dog school and I swear he forgot how to walk on a leash. He did well on most everything except the heel exercise. Next week is graduation and I am kind of glad. I need a break. I have to decide if I want to sign him up for basic, which will start the end of the month. If we do sign him up we will do Saturday morning, it just seems easier.
It's been a little bit of a roller coaster of a weekend. Going to try and go to my group training tonight and get back to my normal routine.
Weight this morning was 124.8 but I honestly don't think I ate yesterday with all the stress.
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