Friday, April 9, 2010

Life is normal = Normal is relative

It has been a while. That is good. We are good. Pets are good.

Oliver's diabetes is being managed and he is fine. Fine, fine, fine! For the first time in his life, I am having to allow him to be a little chunky. He doesn't mind.

Cheddar is great. Hopping along beautifully and aging gracefully. At 12.75 she is happy which makes me happy.

I forgot to mention that Dog Leggs product (the leg warmer) SUCKED! It caused more harm than good. I am sure it works for some, but not for Cheddar. It is sitting in her toy box covered in fur.

We expanded our Tripod World Domination League to include Three-Leg Fred. Thank goodness his amputation wasn't due to cancer. Go check him out. He AND his family are super cute and inpirational.

Fred's Mom, Andrea, kicks butt.... go check out Fred's rescue sister's site.

Keep your fingers crossed for all of us, Tripods (and Baldies)!

Saturday, January 9, 2010


Life is good! Happy New Year and Ampuversary!
We celebrated a full year since Cheddar's amputation and although she lost a diseased appendage, we have gained a lot. We have new friends from this experience! We have new appreciation of the both the physical strength of our dear doggie and the innate fortitude of animals period. Who says that "Man" is superior? They might be very, very mistaken.

Cheddar definitely has changed in the past year and I am not sure whether it is maturity or the amputation. She deals with people differently. We have a very industrial business and Ched goes to work with us everyday. Where she used to shy from all strangers and run from their extended hands, she now has no fear or timidity and investigates everyone. Althought they all comment on how friendly she is now, some I have missed the fact that she is now a tripod. Really! I know. Amazing! Now at 12.5, everyone likes to bring up her white her face and old this and old that. Bah! Whatever, she is in better shape than they are and far cuter.

Also, Ched's prior excellent behavoir and obidience has gone down the toilet. She is deaf (like instantly one night shortly after the surgery) and begs like crazy at anything edible. In not hearing her own voice, the begging is SOOOOOOOO LOUD!!! Previously she had a designated "poop spot." Well, forget that..she goes on the first blade of grass off of the pavement.. Whatever, she is 12.5 and hopping on 3, who cares. Our little angel and deserves all of the extra snacks, butt scratches, and her own personal poop patrol.

Recently, I have two human friends that have been fighting different cancers and my wish for them is to have a similar spirit and attitude (for lack of a better word) towards their struggle and that they should overcome it, too!

Freezing weather made us post pone her party. Don't poke fun. If you had one of your limbs removed, you would deserve a party, too. When it goes down, I will try to post some pictures.

An update on Oliver (the unapologetic diabetic) at a twice daily insulin shots, he is back to his fantastic self. Shots are no biggie. If he could speak, he would tell you the same, he could careless. Please excuse the anthropomorphizing, but I swear that he knows that the shot makes him feel better. Not literally.."ok, when i get my insulin shot, i feel better." But more like, "I sure felt crappy and now whatever they are doing to me is working." The needles are so fine, he seldomly even reacts. (He is in my lap purring as we type.) He has changed, too. Although he has always been my "snuggle kitty" he is the super duper extra cuddly guy. Once again, I swear he knew he was in trouble and that he is now out of the woods.

I mentioned our new friends. Darcy and her Bart are inspiration and Adrea and her Fred have a touching story! Go take a peek at them on the web. Hopefully they will come to Ched's Partay.

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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Quiet because all is welllll.....but now OLIVER

OK, guess my litte cat was jealous of all the attention his sister got and now he has his own aliment....DIABETES. WTF???? So, let's play catch up.

Cheddar has been amazing. Really. Perfect. She gets around beautifully and nothing gets in her way. She can run and play. Her life is great! She did so well, that we were able to go on our long scheduled vacation for two weeks and leave her with our friends, Uncle Steve and Colby (our nephew-vizsla). She is so fantastic that she is normal. Truely remarkable. In fact, she is more social and happy as she can be. Hooray!!!

WELLLLLL....Oliver isn't. He has been a super healthy guy forever. He was found in the marsh by a friend of mine surviving on a bag of Funyons (really) twelve years ago. I have affectionately called him Baby Fish Mouth because his only health issue has been terrible nasty little teeth. That is it. My white trash kitty. Solid. Sweet little man that you can snuggle like a teddy bear who is potty trained. Yes, he uses the toilet. He is dreamy....that is dreamy, until now.

When we got home from vacation, he seemed kinda scraggley. His normally sleak thick coat was really scruffy and he was shedding like crazy. Gradually as he has matured, he has gotten thinner, but now he looked skinny. Because he uses the toilet, we often hear him going and laugh. During the course of watching t.v., I heard him pee 3 times within a short period and I thought about it...his water bowl was going dry quickly. That was it. I took him to the vet.

We put him on Purina Dietic Management food and he bounced right back. Within 48 hours, the excessive drinking/peeing stopped.Whoohoo...just a bump in the road. Fast forward a few weeks.

It seemed like Oliver wasn't drinking as much...until, I realized he was drinking out of the toilet. ick. Back to the vet for more tests. After two days of insulin, he seemed more his little funny vocal self.

Bottom line. Don't feed your pets corn. Don't eat corn. Corn sucks. Nobody digests it. Especially little carnivore kitkats. :(

SO, today we start the injections of insulin ourselves. Gotta go get schooled

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Darcy & Bart

Things are good. Cheddar is great other than incessant whining and being a spoiled little punk. She was headed down stairs for snacks from our receptionist and I barked at her for whining. She solidly managed to turn around in the middle of a flight of stairs and come back up to me. Not too shabby for a 3 legged girl!

I mentioned Barty the Wonderdog and his WonderMom, Darcy, earlier. Bart is a 4 yo Male that won a hunting title 4 months after a front limb amputation and 18 months of chemo. Wowza! Darcy is so dedicated that she is schlepping Barty all over the place so that he may gain his Master Hunter title. He is a superstar!

We were lucky enough to find these two crazies on the internet just by googling "Vizsla amputee." Having the support and resource of someone having gone through this madness before has been invaluable...especially with a Vizsla. They are special!

This weekend, Cheddar and I are taking a roadtrip to meet our new friends down in Nowhere, Florida. The Tampa Bay Vizsla Club is holding an event/tournament and we are going to watch our comrade rock it and drink a few cocktails in the woods. :) More to come.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Almost "normal"

Well, as "normal" as Cheddar can be. Most days are good ones with the occassional "not so good" one thrown in. We continue to see her gaining strength and stability. Her front leg has really turned a corner in strength and that makes everything easier.

Strangely, she will have days where she seems more tired and stumbles a bit. I don't think I will ever get used to seeing her fall. I react with a wince and try not to verbally respond, but it is really hard.

The dumb dogleggs product sucked! We tried to work with it, but he seemed to impede her more than help. In fact, I don't know what I did, but one day her little foot puffed up with that damn thing on. I even checked it each time to make sure I could get a finger underneath it. I don't know. Whatever. The docs said hold onto it...maybe we will need it in the future, but for now we will just monitor her.

The skin thing has improved, but we are still on antibiotics. Each morning, she is getting a little breakfast of sweet potato so that she can tolerate that evil medicine. Sweet potato...mmmmmm.....

Sunday, February 22, 2009

It isn't a leg warmer

D is saying Cheddar looks like she should be in "Flash Dance" with her new leg warmer.

This is the "Dog Leggs" product that is essentially wet suit material and big strips of Velcro. Wish I came up with this idea! Well, it definitely changes how she uses her foot. I makes her have to kick the leg out further, but she does place it down straight instead of side ways. So, my m.o. is to have it on her at work or during activity and take it off at night. We will see how it goes. If anybody knows a doggie orthopedist, ask them what I should do. (thanks) My Vet didn't give me an answer.

Just thought I would throw this next shot in because it doesn't get much sweeter...

Saturday, February 21, 2009