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The Search For Lylee's Chariot Is Over..........

Lylee Girl — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 07:03:14 +0000

Lylee Sez "Why couldn't I have a pink & purple one" Success!! Lylee can now travel to where no Tripawd has been (I think) before, or at least she can do the trails the whole distance and in style ;) So, I did the usual searching on Craigslist and Ebay but nothing suitable was coming up. I found the excellent Solvit trailer/stroller on Amazon at just under $260 - this would have been great but the price tag was stretching it. So after changing the search parameters on Craigslist I lucked out on finding a Yakima bike trailer/jogger, now this model was built for human kiddies but had a weight limit of 100 lbs. I felt certain I could reinforce the floor adequately and the internal dimensions are actually larger than the Solvit. They were originally asking $155, so, of course, I offered them $125 and we compromised on $130 ~ :) for me. (apparently the lady selling it had turned down an offer of $135 a few days before and then lost the sale). The other great thing about this trailer is the front wheel is a large diameter so it can handle more easily the dirt roads we walk on. It has a great design for super stability too. The trailer itself has had light useage with a few wear spots but the jogger attachment was still 'new in box'. We have already had a few trips with it and Lylee can complete the whole walk now! The only problem is that all the new terrain we are crossing has all new scents and smells and Lylee's like "er, excuse me, this set of wheels is fab and all that, but I do really want to check all the latest 'pee-mail' we are passing". So out she hops and it's amazing just how she must check it all out even with her bod saying, "need rest, need rest". So were working on the ratio of chariot time and mail-reading time. Really, for us it's just what ever this Tripawd Warrior Princess wants to make her one very content and happy Princess :) I'll get more footage of our jaunts - we are just so happy she is back to her usual longer excursions, that it's gonna be documented to the max ;) Hug, wags and wishes for endless sniffing of all the latest "news" Joanne and TWP Lylee xoxo

2 LEGS

sparkythedog — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 05:11:32 +0000

DEAR PEOPLES HI IT IS ME LITTLE SPARKY DOG I WILL TELL TO YOU WHAT I DID BEFORE IN THE WINTER. IT WAS ICE AND SNOW. I GOED WALKING AND MOMMY. I GETTED ICE IN MY PAW. IT HURTED. I DID NOT LIKE IT. I PICKED UP MY PAW TO WALK ON TWO LEGS. ONE IN THE FRONT AND ONE IN THE BACK. IT IS TRUE. I DID IT. MOMMY SAYS I HAVE GOOD BALANCE. DO YOU THINK SO? MOMMY SAYS WE NEED A CAMERA TO TAKE A PICTURE OF A DOG ON TWO LEGS. MAYBE I COULD BE A FAMOUS CIRCUS CLOWN DOG. DO YOU THINK SO? THAT IS ALL! LOVE FROM SPARKY SUPERDOG

Webmaster Harness Sizing and Adjustment TIps

jerry — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 02:19:37 +0000

Confused about the best Ruff Wear Webmaster harness size for your Tripawd? Dogs come in all shapes and sizes, but the Webmaster nearly always fits every type of dog. The trick is to first measure correctly: Harness Sizing: Measure your dog's girth around the widest part of his/her rib cage. It is girth size, not weight, that determines proper fit. For in-between sizes, Ruff Wear recommends selecting the smaller harness for an active, contoured fit.

Size	Dog Girth
XXS	12"-19"	30-48 cm
XS	17"-24"	43-61 cm
S	21"-30"	53-76 cm
M	26"-36"	66-91 cm
L	32"-48"	81-122 cm

Still unsure about the right harness size? Take this Webmaster sizing advice from Lylee's Mum:

I always thought a medium would fit her better and guess what – it did! It did look small before i put it on her but once fitted it looked great and actually works better. On the larger harness the straps had lots of excess hanging down and is a bit long, with the medium I maxed out the shoulder straps and the front girth strap had about 2 inches of extra and the 2nd strap has plenty more about 5 inches. (Lylee thinks it makes her look slimmer too :)

Watch Lylee having fun in her original Webmaster harness on the beach, then order yours today!

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQh3bqmXLCM[/youtube]

Chili Dawg's Story

chilidawg — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 02:02:39 +0000

Last month, Shari (Dakota Dawg's Woman), sent me a story that she wrote for Noah, my 4 year old. The first few times I read it to Noah, I cried before I was able to finish reading it to him, but we got through it each time. She gave me permission to share it with you guys.

Chili Dawg's Story

The day was quiet and peaceful and serene. Of course it was. The Father approached a group of dogs dozing in the sun near a large Catalpa tree. The tree was in full bloom, as always, and some of the dogs were asleep in the tree's shade. As the Father approached the dogs, a few lazily opened an eye to glance at him. The Father sat down in the grass under the Catalpa and began to pick apart sprigs of grass. The dogs roused themselves and became more alert. A Dalmatian looked at his companions and then at the Father and asked, “Is everything okay?” “Well,” said the Father, “I have a need, and it will be difficult.” “Ah,” said the Dalmatian. “Go ahead and tell us,” said the Collie, sitting up. The Father looked at all the dogs in the group before answering. “You know I've asked many of you, my companions, to help in earthly affairs over the millenia. I have a need now that is urgent and I cannot simply assign it to one of you. This is a need whose fulfillment must come as a gift.” “Well, tell us what makes it so difficult,” said the Beagle. “And urgent,” added the Scotty. The Father smiled at them briefly, and then his brow creased with concern. “My friends, there is a young woman who has become discouraged and defeated. She has been injured and her injury has been devastating. She is not healing. Her spirit needs more than it is finding in her life. She has much love surrounding her, but she needs more. She needs one of you.” The dogs looked at each other for a moment before the Poodle spoke. “Father,” she said, “we've done this before. Why is this different?” “Because you won't be coming back,” replied the Father. “Not right away. Not for a long time. I am asking for one of you to voluntarily give up your home here and live a natural life there. With her. With the family she will make. Her need is great enough to require your love and dedication for a natural lifetime. This will not be a quick trip.” There was silence as the dogs considered what they had been told. The few who remained laying down now sat up, and many shifted their weight nervously as they thought of the implications of a giving up their place here and living for years with this woman whom they did not know. Finally, the Husky spoke. “It sounds like a lot of work,” she said. The Father looked directly into her icy blue eyes and said, “Yes.” “And it sounds like there is no guarantee that it will be easy,” said the Saint Bernard. “No,” answered the Father. Again there was silence. After a moment, the Father rose and turned to walk away, intending to allow the dogs to consider what he had said. “Wait.” The Father stopped and paused before turning around. He knew who had spoken. “Father, I just have one question.” The ruddy Golden Retriever stood but looked at the ground. “Of course.” The Golden looked at the Father and asked, “Will I be loved?” The Father's eyes crinkled as he smiled broadly. “Oh yes! Indeed, you will be loved beyond what you can imagine!” The Golden paused. “Then I will go.” The Father nodded slowly. “They will give you a name. I can show them whatever name you would like to be called. You are a beautiful, gentle soul and can choose a name to reflect your spirit.” The Golden thoughtfully nodded. He sat back down and gazed off toward the river shining in the distance. A slight smile came over his face as he turned back to the Father. “Please tell them my name is Chili Dawg.” Murmurs broke out among the other dogs. They had been sitting respectfully as the Golden and the Father talked, but now some of the murmurs turned to laughter. “What?” asked the Father. “Why in the world would you want something like that? That sounds like something a Labrador would pick.” The Labrador in the group laughed loudly and raised a paw in the air and waved it. The Golden smilingly said, “Well, if this is to be my life, I want to enjoy it. I want to be loved, and I want to have fun. So I want a fun name.” “Oh you will have love and fun both, Chili,” said the Father. He walked over to the Golden and squatted down to look him directly in the eye. He put his arms around the dog's neck and buried his face in the ruff of his neck and whispered, “You're a good boy.” The Father stood up and looked at the group. He asked, “Do any of you have any questions?” “Yes sir, I do,” said the Boxer. “Can I go with him?” A look of thoughtful amusement crossed the Father's face. “Hmm, two of you? Well...yes, but not just yet. Chili will give a great gift that will cost him a great sacrifice. This family will need you more then than now.” “Sacrifice?” asked Chili. “Yes, Chili. Gifts this special cost a great deal. Surely you know that.” “Yes,” said Chili. “I do. But what does this mean for me?” The Father walked back to Chili and put his hand on Chili's head. “You will take away her pain with your love and acceptance. But you will know pain as well. You will live as an ordinary dog and you will have extraordinary love. When your time is done, you will die from a perfectly ordinary disease. You will be released from your pain, and that release will again cause great pain to this woman, to her family. Then you,” he said, nodding to the Boxer, “will help them heal.” The group of dogs murmured again. “But Father, “said the Greyhound, “when does this ever end?” “Yes,” said the Pug, “if we heal a human heart, but then their heart breaks again when we leave, when does it end?” “Well,” said the Father, “I have made the human heart with the capacity to break and heal this way over and over again. The best thing I ever did when I made them was to give them the ability to persevere and take chances, even when things seem bleak. They find their strength in this breaking and mending. This is how I demonstrate my love through them. My heart breaks when they leave me, but it is always an open heart, waiting to be healed with their return. When one of you leaves them and their heart breaks, there is another waiting to show them how to love and heal again. Their capacity in this is endless, as is my love.” “I understand,” said the Boxer. “I will be needed, so I will wait here until you tell me to go help Chili.” “Thank you,” Chili Dawg said to the Boxer. “I have a feeling that I will need you more than I can imagine right now.” “Well Chili, you'd better get ready to go. There is a man down there who doesn't know he is expecting you. He has a wife who doesn't know she needs you. She won't be thrilled to see you, Chili, but she will come around. And you will be amazed at how fiercely she will come to love you. And the children, too.” “Children?” asked Chili and the Boxer together. “Oh yes!” said the Father. “Didn't I tell you there will be children one day? Would it have made a difference, Chili?” “I would have volunteered sooner, had I known I would get children,” Chili said. His big tail swung broadly with happiness. “Then let's get you there so you can get to work. And you, my Boxer friend, won't have long to wait. Now, let's go.” Chili walked over to the the Boxer and they touched noses for a moment in goodbye. The Boxer sat down under the tree, prepared to wait as long as was necessary. Chili turned and left, ready to begin his new life as a perfectly ordinary, extraordinary dog. And on earth, a family had no idea of the gift that was about to come to them.

Thank you, Shari, for writing this for us. It means so very much to my family.

Memories hanging on the wall ,or a mad dash while the masses worship.........

rooster — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:13:06 +0000

Wow that was quick ,over the hills and to the NEEDLES and back again without even a short visit to anyone .Pet says it was the stab em slab em and grab um move,figuring that all the football Wow that was quick ,over the hills and to the NEEDLES and back again without even a short visit to anyone .Pet says it was the stab em slab em and grab um move,figuring that all the football worshipers would be gathered around their flat shiny alters worshiping the football gods ,stuffing their faces with much unneeded junk food and as with some other religions even speaking in tongues (must be a lot of demons about ,with all the damn this and damn that ) and really either jovial and dancing about screaming YES or morose and gesturing and screaming NO. So while this whole football worshiping was going on ,(which happens across the whole country and even involves flying banners and flags and going to these big Mega -churches and dressing to what amounts to multicolored wore over the clothes Jesus Jammys and arguing and consuming mass quantities of alcoholic beverages (which my pet never minds a few of) and stuffing their faces with tube steaks ( which i never mind a few of ,even though I’ve heard they are made from lips and assholes) and spending oh so much money just for the opportunity to sit in an uncomfortable seat in the often times cold sub freezing winter weather to pay tribute to these gods as they do what appears to me to be playing with a #@%&ing ball,now come on ,i like balls also ( i know i pair i was quite fond of ,that are hanging on Dr. Joe’s garage wall) but hey man there is limit to everything………Never in my wildest dreams (and yes dogs do dream, you think we just lay and ROOF ,wop wop and make funny noises and act like were running while NOT dreaming?) would i have thought hundreds no thousands ,ha would you believe over a 100 million people would sit and worship these muscular fancy clad gods parading up and down what appears to me to be a poop-less dog-park chasing and throwing about a ball that is not even shaped like a ball and would funnel their money into the companys that spend over $300,000,000 in just ads alone ,for this once a year end to a rather (in my opinion) boring and needless game that is a waste of money that could be used for much better things.But then again that seems the speed of this human controlled world that i am but a wee part of. And so while this was all playing out me and the pet took our drive over the hill ,got stuck with a NEEDLE which is getting to not even be such a bad thing anymore ,hit up the hardware store,did some light shopping and stopped by to see the pets parents (and collect a small plastic tub of chicken and gravy that nice pet mom saved for me) and were gone in a flash ,and you know it worked ,the stores were bare (of humans) and the roads where barren and the last stop at Micky Dees didn’t even involve a line. But that’s not what i really wanted to tell you, though I,m sure all will be pleased with the fact that even after two Chemo treatments i have shown hardly any ill effects and the last time i went with the pet for a walk i made it all the way to the mailbox and back without a rest and am waking in the AM like old times and chasing my tail and have even figured out how to obnoxiously scrape my body against the hallway wall in a three legged hop-walk scrape fashion ,back and forth up and down (which feels oh so good first thing in the morning) and all in all have been quite my normal preamp self. What i came to tell you about is this funky ,smelly,whining feline being they call Ziggy .See i had to share a ride with her to the docs as it was time for her to get stuck with a NEEDLE and get shot up with some substance and also have some blood sucked (guess the vampires there in Snard are not very picky) .The ride over the hills and to the coast wasn’t the usual (lay in the back of the doghouse on wheels and watch the scenery go by and catch sniffs of this and that in between naps) ride ,instead i had to listen to that lazy whining female feline squall non-stop all the way there and back,not to mention having them folks at the docs even know i share a house with the likes of a finicky fur-ball spewing felinstrosity such as her, but hey sometimes we just gotta go with the flow and stick with the whole “do unto others thing” and what with her being close to 100 years old in cat years (that’s what the doc said) and the doc saying everything with her is fine and dandy and that she is just OLD ,i guess it wasn’t such a bad trip after all,and i did get my double cheese burgers so I am sated,though i will never understand this whole football craze (and i hear there are more,baseball,basketball,hockey (which doesn’t even have a ball) ,so many i can,t for the life of me remember them all.But hey what do i know ,I’m just a three legged dog named Rooster .So with that i bid you farewell (for the time being) and think I’ll turn the pet loose and head outside and see if i can find one of MY own balls……….remember keep chewing on that shoe…………

GREAT NEWS!!!

tommiegurl — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 22:17:11 +0000

The surgeon met with Miss Kali today. Amazing news! No Surgery! The Vet said she should heal on her own and that the part of her foot not getting any circulation will fall off on its own! Gross I know but I am so happy she is not going on under the knife! They will be unable to splint her leg so it will grow back crooked. They have placed her on another double dose of antibiotics as well as pain medication. Thank You for all your support!

Baby's still doing great - why am I a basket case?

ooftavey — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 18:10:32 +0000

Baby's healing beautifully. Still draining more than I like, but getting around well and we're seeing little improvements every day. She gets her stitches out Saturday. For some reason I'm in a panic about her making it through this week without infection or something happening. I'm not usually a negative person, but this is turning me into a worrier...big time! Anybody else have this reaction? Maybe it's lack of sleep. I'm still listening for any little movement. Then I teach Jr. High kids all day! Recipe for a breakdown! So much for my little pity party. I'll post happier next time.

The Beginning of the end...

tommiegurl — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 15:43:41 +0000

Well, today marks the beginning of the end....of the infection that is. Today I am in much higher spirits and have accepted whatever the circumstances with Kali, that she will finally be healthy again. Luke is taking her to the vet this afternoon to meet with the surgeon since I have to work. Some of her foot looks a little better but some of it looks much worse. We will know by this afternoon how much is going to be amputated. I will post the results as soon as I find out.

Great Winter Walking Weekend!

maggie — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 15:02:48 +0000

Hey all! It's a snowy winter wonderland up here in Northern Maine. My Mom and Papa have been hard at work packing our walking trails for us to walk on. This weekend I did 3 walks! Each one got longer and I'm here to say I'm not too tired either! Yay me! :-) Saturday, I walked with Cousin Dory and my Auntie Gina. At one point, Dory(a JRT) took off ahead of me and I was in hot pursuit chasing that little white dog! Talk about fun! My Mom stopped me though as Dory can go on and on and she didn't want me to get too sore. She forgot the camera that day to take any photo's of me and my cousin.. But here's a video of me yesterday. My Mom apologized to me later for laughing at me while I was stuck in the snow but she didn't want to help me...she says I'm strong, I can pull myself out of the hole! Gawd...how embarassing though! So I took my frustrations out after that on those branches! :-) [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At9oqE1ZIkA[/youtube] [caption id="attachment_584" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Just before I got stuck in the snow, contemplating my next stick attack"][/caption] [caption id="attachment_585" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Look at my crazy little sister's face...she's such a nutcase, unlike me! :-)"][/caption] [caption id="attachment_586" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Me 'working' my Papa to give me treats NOW please?!"][/caption] [caption id="attachment_587" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="I can run fast on this great trail - just don't go off the sides!"][/caption] [caption id="attachment_588" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Will you guys hurry up! Come on, lots to things to see and sniff!"][/caption] And one more video - such a fun game of running back and forth between my Papa and Mom! Listen to the chickadee's...my Mom loves the chickadee's... [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e706B-2JidY[/youtube] Well, that's all from this neck of the woods! 'Til next time, keep on hoppin! Maggie

Day 4 post op begins.

tinakc — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 11:58:00 +0000

Day 4 begins. Boomer did great during the night. He did spit up his meds though. L But has managed to keep them down this morning so far (knock on wood). Today will be the first day Boomer and I will be flying solo without other 2 leggers helping us. I don’t think we are going to have any problems. He has been asking to go out, helping with putting his harness on and getting up on the mattress by himself now. The only thing is, if I put his e-collar on, he takes it off. So we have to have 24 hour eyes to make sure he isn’t trying to lick his stiches. The only bleeding we have is from his soaker port when he moves around too much and it has reduced drastically. Boomer is very comfortable with his incision and port because he lays down on them and sleeps without giving it a second thought. Today, I might put his shorts on him because I think his backside gets cold without any fur on it. Hope he likes those bright orange boxers. He doesn’t mind his socks and helps with his harness so we will see.

Welcome New Monkeybutt Member Rita

samson007 — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 01:55:25 +0000

Welcome New Monkeybutt Felony Melanie

samson007 — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 01:50:05 +0000

Welcome New Monkeybutt Member Squirrel Boy

samson007 — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 01:46:55 +0000

Boomer goest to the ER

tinakc — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 23:03:52 +0000

We took Super Boomer to the ER today. He started vomiting, hasn’t had a BM yet and wasn’t perking up or wagging his tail. His stats are good, he should have a BM in the next day or so and the ER vet gave him stuff to stop his vomiting. We have reduced his Tramadol and took him off of the Duramaxx. I am not going to give him the sedative again because that really zoned him to the point I thought he was going to die. No water and no food until this afternoon. Boomer slept a fair amount since he has been home from the ER and is starting to get up a bit. His ears are still down and I know it is because he is uncomfortable right now. We have 1.5 more hours until we can give him some pain meds and then hope he can keep them down. Boomer, even though he is uncomfortable is still getting up and going outside to pee (something we are so thankful for). So, after 4 PM Boomer finally had his first BM since his amputation. He is now eating and drinking but still not 100% and is spitting up (not throwing up). Today has been a real roller coaster. Robert has completely taken over everything in this house so I can focus on “His Super Boomer”. Boomer is being no more trouble than he has to.

hoo yip hoo yip hoo

wyattraydawg — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 22:04:32 +0000

Out in the desert, where I belong a coyote calls out singin' my song

Yipee Kai Yay Come out and play, Wyatt Ray!

3 PAWS UP FOR THE NY GIANTS!!

lucilla — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 19:06:17 +0000

[caption id="attachment_332" align="aligncenter" width="224" caption="GRRRRRRR!!!!! I SEE YOU BRADY!! I CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR!!!!"][/caption]

FRANKIE IS IN HIS 3 POINT STANCE!!

lucilla — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 18:55:49 +0000

[caption id="attachment_325" align="aligncenter" width="321" caption="GRONKOWSKI BETTER WATCH HIS ANKLE! FRANKIE KNOWS HOW TO SWEEP A LEG!!"][/caption]

4 Weeks Later

uhublue — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 03:21:53 +0000

Ranee is back to her crazy self: You can see a short video of Ranee running here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IP0AKPVxtx0

Nearly 2 months since surgery...

tank — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 01:29:00 +0000

Tank is doing so good! We are all very happy to have him and being able to enjoy him being with us every day! We decided to stop chemotherapy after only 2 treatments. The chemo wasn't slowing the advance of the cancer, plus having to leave Tank at the vet all day was just stressing him out so much. It would take a couple days for him to get back to his old self. We had that problem with our diabetic Labrador. She would have to spend the day at the vet having her blood drawn every hour to check her blood sugar levels. It would take her a few days to get back up to speed. We had decided, along with her vet, to stop any diagnostic treatments once it became too stressful. We just continued her on her meds, and we did that for about the last 1 1/2 years of her life, and both she and the rest of the family was perfectly fine with that! I was nervous to speak with the Oncologist, I guess I was afraid he would disapprove of our decision to end chemo. He was super sweet and very understanding, I was so pleasantly surprised. He told us there was no guarantee from Chemo, so to just enjoy very day and look at it as a blessing! He ended our conversation by telling me to give Tank a squeeze from him, which I did! I'm not giving up on Tank by any means. Tank is almost totally converted over to the Dog Cancer Diet. I tell you that dog eats better than us!! He gets his fresh protein, whole grains and veggies for every meal, with cottage cheese and fish oil on top! He loves it, since it's just all around better eating, the Pappies are switching over as well! All 3 dog eagerly wait for food to be served and each one has to look into each of the other dog's empty bowls looking in vain for scraps! The dogs only drink filtered water as well from only glass bowls! I'm doing all I can personally do for Tank every day, that way I know for sure, without regrets, that I tried my best! I love that dog and I thank him every day for giving us another day! Currently, Tank shows no hint of any problems. If he wasn't missing a leg you wouldn't think anything was wrong. Cancer is not mentioned here, we take every day as a blessing and I am happy to say that for now, everything is good!

the beach

gillian — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 20:52:40 +0000

a few pics of our beach day

Boomers Dr. called to check on him

tinakc — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:53:36 +0000

Super Boomers Vet Dr. Cowan just called to check up on him (yes, his vet not a tech called personally. I am impressed with this guy). I explained my concern to Dr. Cowan because Boomer really wants to be active and it is important for him to rest up. So, Dr. Cowan is prescribing him a sedative to give him at the mid points of his pain meds so he stays relaxed. Once Boomer realized he could get up and get water on his own and figured out how to pee, there was nothing stopping him, not even getting up on the mattress we put down in the entrance room for us to sleep with him. So, Boomer is doing Super, and we are going crazy trying to slow him down. What can we say, it isn’t easy being parent of a super hero.

Mavis has been adopted!

lifeofjojo — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:26:27 +0000

I had the pleasue of meeting and intriducing a couple to mavis about a week ago. They were looking for their first dog. I brought them a couple, then i remembered sweet mavis.I brought her out and the rest was history.

Ellas second birthday!

lifeofjojo — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:16:37 +0000

ellas birthday at the dog park on january 15th [gallery]

Water therapy, acupuncture, and chiropractor therapy

fightingforsammy — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 14:54:46 +0000

Mom and I haven't updated our blog in awhile because she has been so busy with life. No one else would take my dictation, so I have had to wait until she was available. A couple of months ago I started walking funny, kind of like a crab. I have seen these before down at the big water and have enjoyed their smells but not the way they move. They must all be in pain to walk sideways and in a C fashion, I feel badly for them all! More recently I have been unable to walk at all. This has been an adjustment that I find disheartening! I love to watch the world go by outside, bark at the other dogs, and make sure the stupid squirrel gets out of my yard, but I can't seem to do any of that. Mom knows millions of words, but she doesn't seem to know what I have been trying to tell her. I hurt! I hurt, I hurt. Can you fix me mom? I want to go outside and play again, I want to see the world and check more stuff off of our bucket list. Instead of fixing me, she has been taking me to see a man who pokes me with lots of needles! I have proof of it right here: [caption id="attachment_351" align="alignnone" width="258" caption="I am not happy right now... grrrr..."][/caption] If that wasn't enough, she got the guy to start popping my neck and back around! I wasn't happy about that either. I told mom the last time we were in the clinic that this was going to be the last time I let him do that to me FOR SURE. It took mom and another bigger lady to hold me down, I was going to leave and go home, even if it meant I walked the whole way!! Next, mom decides to teach me how to swim again... isn't she listening? FIX ME PLEASE. Instead I get this: [caption id="attachment_352" align="alignnone" width="258" caption="This is kinda fun... shhhh, don't tell!"][/caption] After the water stuff was over, I was so exhausted and in pain that I couldn't even make it to my bed. Dad had to carry me into the house and I yelled at Mom and Dad when they tried to take off my harness and move me. I just couldn't be touched right then. I laid halfway on the bed and halfway on the floor for a couple of hours before Dad could finally get me all the way on the bed. I was too tired and hurt too much to even drink water. Mom put the little bowl up to my face and I managed to get my tongue in it from a lying down position. It took a long time to fill me up that way. Here is my picture of afterwards, proof positive Mom isn't listening! [caption id="attachment_354" align="alignnone" width="258" caption="Don't....touch..... me. I just swam a marathon."][/caption] Okay Mom, pay attention. You used to be so good at listening. Good girl, there you are. Can you help me please? Mom says I have an appointment with my friend Dr. Pam this morning and she will know what to do. Mom can't go with me this morning because she has to work. Dad will take me, but Mom has written down a to do list. I don't think she understands I may not be up for traveling... I love Pam, but I didn't eat my breakfast and there was no pain pill to help take the edge off. Fooey. I would do anything for my Mom, anything. Why is it she is asking so much from me? I think I will yell at Dad about this, especially when he puts my harness on. Wish me luck my friends, I think it is time for Mom to pay attention again. She is so distracted! I will let you know what Pam says. Love to you all, Sammy

Day 7 - Baby's so much better!

ooftavey — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 03:40:30 +0000

Every day is improvement! Baby is getting more comfortable being a 'hopper'. Boy she's fast. When she decides to go outside we really have to move to keep up with her! She's' so happy to be able to get back on her couch. (Most tripawders recommend staying off the couch which is very good advice, but a dog as large as Baby is not jumping down off the couch, she just sort of steps down.) This site has been so great to help us through this time! I'm learning so much. Thanks for all the advice and support! Judy