Gettin' in the Groove

It's been almost a month since Danee's arrival and we're all starting to get in the groove with each other. Danee is finally starting to relax in the house...finding it easy to pick a place to take a nap instead of wandering around in circles waiting to be told where to lay down.

She's gotten the hang of mealtimes and going outside without me in the fenced yard to potty at night. She's also getting used to not being allowed to lie on the back of the couch (I do not care to have my own personal gargoyle) nor lay across my lap every time I sit down. I love having her snuggle next to me, but my lap is reserved for the cats.

Holly and Danee continue to get along famously. Frankly, I'm a bit shocked at this. Never have I seen Holly take so well to another dog before. Holly is a very non-social girl...loving to play with a select friend or two, but never wanting to share her space with them for any length of time. She wasn't this relaxed around Casey, whom she lived with for 3 years. But she remains relaxed and shockingly tolerant of Danee.

I'm sure Danee's small size has something to do with Holly's level of comfort. Not to mention Danee's hardly a credit to Jack Russells everywhere...she's far too mellow :)

Danee is an excellent traveler, crates comfortably and without complaint, and is happy to take a nap when there is nothing to do. She's also learning to play with toys. I'm not sure she'd ever seen a squeaky toy before, but she sure has discovered that they need to be killed. In fact, I now have to keep toys locked up when we are not playing because she's also discovered that she is a 'real' terrier and she must take their hearts out.

As far as formal training goes, it will be a bit before she learns what it means to offer a behavior. She's gone through life waiting to be told what to do, so it'll be a bit before she learns to use her brain for herself. Meanwhile, I'm working on her accepting me touching her with the clicker...which in a way is shaping the behavior I want. Her former owner picked her up all the time, despite the fact that she hates it...really hates it. When she first arrived, every time you'd reach for her she'd expect you to grab her collar or grab her body...so either she'd run backwards or go completely rigid. So far retraining that is going really well and she's learning fast that I do not want to pick her up. And unless it's an emergency, I won't. Treating her like she's an 80lb dog, instead of a 12lb dog, is working well.

Walks are a challenge for all of us though. She is learning how to walk on a leash next to a much larger dog who has a much larger stride. Holly's learning that walking all over Danee and 'accidentally' peeing on her is NOT cool. And I'm learning how to keep everyone moving in the right direction...together.

It'll be much more fun when Holly can be off leash for a hike again. I'll have a post on her progress soon.

And although I don't have any pictures or videos of it, Danee's turning out to be quite the natural at agility. Who knew? Last weekend I took her to my agility clubs regular practice. I wanted mostly to just socialize her with being around strange people and strange dogs. Much to my surprise, she took it all in stride. She was so comfortable that in between other peoples practice runs, I took her out for 2 minutes of play around some of the jumps and a tunnel. Before I knew it, she practically did 1/2 a jumpers course without batting an eye. Sequencing 3-4 jumps in a row...no problem. Run with you...yup, got it. Slow down, speed up, take the tunnel...all done with her tail wagging like a nutter and clearly wanting more. I think she's going to be fun :)

Wordless Wednesday: A Good Scratch

A Tale of a Tail

My beautiful Casey. It's been just over 6 months since she died. Feels like yesterday sometimes. She is missed beyond words. So instead of ruminating on how much I miss her, I'll tell my favorite "Casey Story" of all time: "How Casey Lost Her Tail"

As a young dog, Casey had THE most gorgeous tail ever...or so we all remember. It was overly long, thick and full of flamboyance.

One season, our local, and very abundant, red fox population had a massive mange outbreak...and of course Casey was unlucky enough to contract it with them. She frequently visited the foxes rendezvous and den sites...peeing on things and probably rolling in things she shouldn't.

The mange itself was quickly and easily treated. But then again, nothing was really "easy" about living with Casey. So in a very "Casey-like" move, one night she swiftly and efficiently chewed all the hair off of her once beautiful tail.

Nice. Nice and ugly. And not only ugly, but raw, scabby, and refusing to heal. The mange itself wasn't the problem...the mites were gone and the only part of her body that was still showing signs that she'd even had mange was her tail. And this was because she kept wagging her tail and whacking it on the walls and tables, which was preventing it from healing properly. We worked with the vet and tried everything we could think of. But how do get your dog to NOT wag her tail, short of tying it to her body? Trust me, we considered it.

It wasn't looking good. We even talked about maybe needing to dock her tail if we couldn't get her to stop beating it up constantly. She must have heard us talking.

My parents came home one day, and, as usual, Casey excitedly greeted them at the door. Except THIS time she excitedly greeted them while also spurting copious amounts of blood from the stump that used to be her long gorgeous tail. What the hell??!!

If you hear my dad tell the story, he thought people had been killed inside the house and Casey was the sole survivor of some horrible murder...the house looked like the Manson Family Massacre had occurred. In fact, a massacre DID occur there...Casey massacred her own tail.

There was blood everywhere...on the walls, on the floors, and a HUGE pool of blood in the living room. And she kept spurting blood as she wiggled her butt and wagged what was left of her tail...spraying blood from the living room, through the hallway and straight into the garage...greeting my parents while acting quite proud of herself. With the sheer volume of blood they found, they were certain she was going to die of blood-loss, or at least go in shock. My dad hurried her into her crate and rushed her off to the vet, where she confirmed that, yes indeed, Casey chewed her own tail off. And if that wasn't bad enough, no one could find her tail. Yes...that's right...Casey ATE her own tail. Maybe she was just getting rid of the evidence?

The vet stabilized her and the next day finished the job Casey started...docking her tail at a more appropriate length. Her gorgeous tail was no more and from that day forth she was destined to do butt wiggles instead of full body tail wags.

In her 14 years, Casey had many such stories...some horror, some hilarity, some just down-right stupid. She wasn't always the easiest dog to live with, but she left me a huge book of stories to always remember her by. Good girl :)

Wordless Wednesday: Yoga

Black and White Sunday: Morning Coffee with Kettle

Somehow morning coffee isn't complete (or apparently possible) without a cat in your lap.

Zoom Zoom

I'm glad we had such a gorgeous pre-spring day yesterday, because today it's pouring rain.

 

 

Reintroducing...

It's been a week full of crazy here, but I guess I should take a moment to reintroduce Danee...formally known as Sasha. She's the new addition to my home and doing pretty well so far. She's a 5-yr old Jack Russell Terrier, and a pretty mellow girl considering what I've heard about terriers. I will admit that I didn't want a second dog just now...and actually, I still don't. But Danee needs a home and I just can't see turning her away unless she doesn't fit in here. Can you say "sucker"?

So why the name change? Well, while Sasha is a perfectly lovely name, I felt that it didn't suit her at all. I thought of many new possible names, but have so far settled on Danee. It's a weird spelling I know, but I wanted to distinguish her as a girl instead of using the traditional spelling of "Danny" that's commonly a boys name.

Everything is going pretty smoothly so far...especially today. It's much quieter and calmer in the house today...and K if you're reading this, you now know why is quieter here! Just look at the crazed, wild-eyed terrier on the left...that's Vanna, the other dog that came when I took in Danee. The calm looking one on the right? That's Danee. The difference between them is like night and day.

Vanna is super sweet and a hell of a great snuggler. But her energy level, which is stuck at Mach 4 at all times, just isn't right for me. It's really not the kind of thing I enjoy in a dog. So, while I was happy to foster her for a time, I was also happy to see her go somewhere else.

And go she did...yesterday I transported Vanna to meet her new family. They seemed pretty happy as they drove away to start their new life with their very first terrier. Good Luck K and L!

I thought the lack of Vanna might upset Danee. Uh, no. Honestly, I think the girl was relieved. After I handed Vanna off to her new family, Danee laid down in the crate (probably thrilled not to have Vanna walking all over her for once) and took a relaxing nap in the sun...all the way back home.

Today I've kept it quiet. I introduced Danee to her first stuffed Kong this afternoon. We took a couple of walks and had a friend with her dogs stop by for play time (Danee knows them well from her former life as Sasha). The rest of the week will pretty much look like that. She needs quality 'settle in time' before I start asking anything from her. Don't get me wrong, she has loads that she needs to learn...no rushing through open doors, learning to settle on a bed, no cat chasing, no begging, no face licking (that rule starts immediately...yuck!). Ya know, basic stuff. After that, we'll see how things land.

My primary task is seeing that Danee and Holly get along, and have ample time to get to know each other. If things don't work out in that department (but it looks like they will), then Danee will continue on to a new home. I don't think it would be fair to ask either dog to stay in a home where they are stressed all the time, not when a stress-free and happy home can work out better. But as I said, I think things will be okay between the two of them...they certainly had a grand time playing a short game of "chase me" in they yard last night :)

I'll get more pictures I promise...and better ones too!

Holly will also start back up with treibball training this week. The snow finally gone from the yard and she can finally do some actual running. Whoop! The girl is finally getting stronger!

And here's a bad picture of Kya...because she felt that I needed her help with my post (and because she wanted my hot cocoa).

Fostering

I've got two new dogs in the house. Let me introduce Sasha, the 5 yr old Jack Russell Terrier...and Savannah, the 1 yr old Rat Terrier.

Let me explain. Sasha and Savannah came from the same home. Their loving owners could no longer keep them due to medical issues. They used to be my neighbors back when they had just Sasha, and last week they called me to ask if I would take one of the dogs. I was shocked...I knew how m uch they loved their dogs. I soon found out their sad story, and also discovered that they thought they would have to give up both dogs to the local shelter since they couldn't find homes for either of them. Fortunately, my state has an awesome dog community. I reached out online, and within a few days found a new home for Savannah...next weekend she's going to an agility home to a great couple I already know. And I decided to keep Sasha.

They say that the best dogs find you, you don't find them...that was certainly true with Casey. So while I had no intention of adopting a second dog so soon after Casey died, here I already find myself with a new dog...and a terrier-ist too! Fate sometimes has it's own way of doing things. Three years ago, shortly after I adopted Holly, Sasha came for a week-long visit. She "fit" right in and adapted to our routine very easily. She did great with both cats, and I was truly sorry to see her go home. Funny. I think somehow this was meant to be. I have no idea if she will ever compete in agility with me, but I will certainly enjoy teaching her all kinds of new things either way.

So stay tuned...new stories seem to be unfolding every day around here!

TTA surgery 12 weeks

Phew! What a busy week it's been. We had an awesome visit with our regular vet. She worked on Holly's back and sacrum, and she was in great shape...her Sacrum showed practically no pain! She loved her acupuncture, falling asleep again.

And then there was more driving...fortunately the views are always amazing.

And then there was more waiting for appointments...

We had a great appointment with the surgeon and he gave me the news I was hoping for...her x-rays showed that the knee is finally healed. Whoop! We also took more x-rays of her spine to look for more spondylosis, and of course we found it in 2 more places. So we go into management mode for that and continue to work on increasing her core strength...that is what will keep her comfortable for the longest amount of time. Fortunately for Holly, she's quite the athlete, so exercise is what she relishes.

Had yet another great visit with the PT next. She went over Holly's entire body and the only places she found Holly was sore was in her shoulders and in her left gluteal muscles. But it appears she's just tight and overworked in those places from all the weeks she's spent compensating and shifting her weight there. I'll continue with massage and work harder in those areas for the next month.

In all, Holly's healed. At this point forward I continue to work at increasing her strength, balance and fitness...but still slowly, since she can always hurt herself in another way since she's so out of shape.

I also enjoyed an awesome visit from my best friend, whom I haven't seen in over 2 years! She pulled off an amazing feat of travel and was able to visit for 4 days. We had a great time hanging out and catching up. She had never met Holly or Kettle before, and we cried together that she did not get to visit with Casey one more time. She knew Casey from day one...she was my roommate in college when Casey showed up on my doorstep one day. We also celebrated her upcoming birthday...and oh my, these cupcakes were good!

And I have one more piece of news...my house is about to get fuller by one more. But we'll save that post for later ;)

Wordless Wednesday: Acupuncture

Rituals and Tradition

At least once a month Casey and I would visit the drive thru at McDonalds, a ritual that became tradition for just the two of us. I'd purchase her a plain hamburger, myself a plain cheeseburger and small fries for both of us. Then we'd head to Casey's favorite town park and enjoy our snack. Truth be told, I think she ate as much of my burger as she did her own, and probably most of the fries too.

Late last August when Casey was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer, I knew her time with me was suddenly going to be short. She quickly lost her luster for eating, so I abandoned all pretenses of 'regular' food with her, and bought or created anything that she might enjoy...meatloaf, steak, fish...she got anything and everything...including many, many, many more trips to McDonalds.

And every night we'd make a trip into town to McDonalds for dinner. Most nights she'd eat at least one burger, sometimes two. Sadly her cancer progressed very quickly. Just 2 weeks after diagnosis, she refused any and all food, including her beloved burgers and fries on our last trips to McDonalds together.

So, in memory of Casey...my 4-legged heart and soul...Holly and I continue the McDonalds tradition. Once a month, usually on the anniversary of Casey's passing, we visit the McDonalds drive thru, then head to Casey's favorite park.

 

"Why?" you ask?

Okay, so maybe you didn't ask. But since we're on the subject...photographs and documenting the lives of my 4-legged friends...that's why I decided to do this blog.

I'm such a techno dinosaur...I don't have a TV, I listen to talk radio, I don't have a smart phone, I don't text, I don't do Facebook...and I like it that way. I only have one regret about being techno oldie...I didn't have a camera. And my biggest regret about that is not having more visual memories of Casey's last year with me.

But this year, I have a camera (hooray!). So I don't want to miss this opportunity to create visual memories of Holly, Kya and Kettle because I forgot to actually take pictures.

This blog site was originally created for the agility club I belong to...the Huckleberry Hounds Agility Club, hence the name. But, then we got this nice new website, and after that the blog remained blank.

Since the club no longer needed the blog, I decided to start using it for myself. I wanted a way that would make myself be accountable for remembering to take pictures of my furry friends. So far I feel pretty successful...and I'm having fun with the new camera.

I am definitely not a great writer, and I've never really had a knack for taking good pictures either. But, the more I do this, the more I'll learn, and the better I'll get. Besides, actually taking the pictures is what I'm trying to do...and if I get some good ones along the way, then that's just bonus. And of course once Holly's limbs are all healthy again, I'll start posting some of our treibball, agility and trick training fun. I know SHE can't wait for all  that to begin again. 

Not Really Wordless Wednesday

When you choose to sleep like this...it's no wonder your back hurts so often. What a weird dog. She's using my desk as a pillow, and she's sound asleep!

Morning Walks

Holly and I have been on a winter walking adventure. I live outside of town, or rather, above it. Usually I prefer to hike around our mountains foothills close to the house...I am fortunate to have very few neighbors and to live next to National Forest land. But since Holly's surgery, I've had to find new, flat and snow/ice-free places to walk Holly. So into town we went. I've found several really beautiful walking trails, that are paved and ice-free, around our main river. This mornings walk was particularly nice...completely void of other people, clear blue skies and a warm morning sun.

Our small town is situated in a narrow mountain valley. In the winter we experience many, many, many days of fog and inversions, which hide the sun for all but maybe 1 hour per day. It feels somewhat dismal at times. So getting a beautiful blue sky day like today makes you want to spend all day outside...til the freezing temperatures reminds you that it's still winter. It's a day like today that Holly and I would normally be out snow shoeing in the mountains all day...but we'll have to reserve that for next winter. For now, we're enjoying some new adventures in pavement walking.

The End of an Era

Can you guess what's missing?

If you guessed the 16 yr old Chevy Blazer that I've been trying to sell for the last 3 months in order to pay for Holly's knee surgery, then you'd be right.

SOLD!

I was both very happy and a wee bit sad today. Our family purchased that Blazer 16 yrs ago for our horses...for our 2 beautiful TB's, Nick and Billy, who died in 2003 and 2004.

My sisters boy, Nick at 20+ something years old

My beautiful Billy, also at 20+ something years old

I also thought of the Blazer as Casey's car...she rode around in it in her crate when she was a pup during a time when I tried to make her be my mom's dog (Casey was certain that wasn't true...I was hers!). Casey died last year.

A happy Casey

It was also Foley's car...my very different cat Foley.  He went nearly everywhere with Casey, and he did it in style...riding on top of Casey's crate in the Blazer. Foley died before I moved to where we live now.

My little buddy Foley...he had a face only a mother could love.

Selling the Blazer today was the end of an Era. It was one last "thing" that connected all of my former 4-legged friends together in one place. I kinda feel like I'm embarking on a new journey again...one with new (or newer) 4-legged friends, and with certainly a newer vehicle.




Nostalgia aside, to help celebrate my new ability to pay off Holly's veterinary bill, I went for a walk with my friend and her 2 awesome dogs, Raj and Jubilee.

Raj...aka Casanova

Sweet, sweet Jubilee

  

My friend has been working very hard training both dogs...Raj gets over-stimulated when he sees other dogs, or when doesn't get to visit people (especially when he thinks he absolutely should). And Jubilee has some fear issues with strange people. So we went out on the parks walking trails hoping to get some good training moments for them. We did. And all 3 of them are doing awesome :)

Then it was Holly's turn for a walk. Because she is only going on short walks and I'm trying to keep her arousal level down, she couldn't walk with Raj and Jubilee earlier...which is sad, because she loves Raj. Actually, all the ladies love Raj, but Holly's pretty certain that he hung the moon just for her.

For now, she walks alone. But hopefully she'll be able to join her friends soon.

 

Wordless Wednesday: Talk to the Paw

Happier Days

Office Holly is enjoying office life.

Life has been more comfortable for Holly since yesterday. We were so very lucky to get an appointment with our other vet for chiropractic and acupuncture care on very short notice. We were there for over an hour and Holly got the works. She's never had acupuncture before, but she clearly enjoyed it and fell asleep a few minutes into her first experience with needles. I brought my camera to take pictures...but I forgot and left it in the car. Next time.

I did some shopping and took Holly for a short walk before making the drive home (the vet is 1.5 hrs away...our nearest next town). It was amazing...she was already walking without a limp and striding out with her right hind leg much more comfortably. So awesome.

It's wonderful that she's so at ease at the vet office...which is important since their lobby area is super tiny and really hard for a "dog-in-need-of-space" from other dogs. Generally, she's fine with other dogs, but she has a very clear bubble that I protect so she doesn't have to. All the hours we spend on training really show when we are there...playing the "there's a dog in your face" game, the "look at that" game, being able to lie down on her side happily when asked, rolling over when asked, moving her body while lying down without her feeling tense, or heading off into another room with any of the veterinary staff without me...all while remaining trusting and relaxed. More awesomeness.

Yesterday and today she looked great. She has a nice quiet week ahead of her, but she clearly feels much, much better. A healthier, happier Holly...that makes me smile :)

I had fun today with my camera at the office...it has some fun features but I liked the Vibrant Colors and Miniature modes the best...

My office might be small (think closet space), but it's cozy and Holly just fits inside. We'll be enjoying the whole week together in our tiny space, entering last years data. It's a tedious and boring task, but Office Holly makes office life enjoyable.

The Good and the Bad

On Friday I took Holly back to the surgeon for her 8-week post-surgery x-rays. If you remember, she had TTA knee surgery on December 4^th to repair a partially torn ACL and to, hopefully, put an end her chronic iliospoas injuries. Recovery has gone really well and she remained sound after surgery until January 24^th when she came up severely lame for several days. Fortunately it happened a week before our 8-week recheck, so I put her on anti-inflammatories and 100% rest until we could see the vet.

The Good...

Holly's knee looks great. Both the vet and the PT worked on her surgical knee and neither found anything to be amiss. Her passive range of motion is almost exactly the same as her non-surgical knee, and she did not show any pain or discomfort during palpation and manipulation of both the joint and of the implants. Excellent. However, x-rays showed that at 8.5 weeks the bone is still not completely healed yet…which not terribly unusual, but we had expected it would be totally filled in by now. We’ll do another set of x-rays in 3 weeks.

So, what the hell hurt her enough to be THAT lame a week ago? 

The Bad…

The PT found that she had a lot of pain in her right middle gluteal muscle and on the right side of her sacroiliac joint (SI or Sacrum). It was also extremely painful when the vet “tipped” her pelvis…essentially moving the SI joint. We did x-rays of her pelvis and spine and it showed bridging spondylosis between her L6 and L7, and that the sacrum was “tipped” in an upward position and slightly askew.

Because the x-rays show that the bridging of the L6 and L7 was nearly complete, this is something that’s been going on for awhile, and was already present before we did the knee surgery. Like other arthritis, not all dogs show pain or discomfort with Spondylosis, and its progression is different in every dog.

She’s been walking and moving differently since she tore the ACL, and especially so since her surgery. Last Thursday we think she hit critical mass…she twisted just right, pushed just right, or did ‘something’ just right to break the bridge of calcium that’s been forming between L6 and L7. Spondylosis is permanent and progressive, and we actually WANT the L6 and L7 to bridge, or fuse, together so they can no longer ‘shift’ out of place and cause pain.

So what now?

Well…for the short term, we have both the knee and the sacrum to worry about. I have a whole list of things she can do and things she should not do. We’ll continue to work on building up the strength of her knee, and at the same time start to work on getting her core muscles back in shape.

We’ll also slowly work on getting the sacrum back in place and keeping it in place. The PT suggested NOT putting the SI joint it back in alignment through chiro…the tissue around it is already inflamed and sore and she felt it was unlikely to stay in place afterwards anyways. So, I have specific massage points to work on for 3 weeks to slowly ‘bump’ it back into place while decreasing the inflammation and getting the muscles to relax at the same time. She’ll stay on Rimadyl for now and we added a muscle relaxant too. She’s already on good Omega-3’s and we will talk about adding something like Adequan or Pentaussie for long term maintenance.

She had laser therapy on the gluteal muscle and the right side of the SI, and I’ll have her regular vet do acupuncture in those areas. Had I known about the spondylosis before the surgery, I would have never chosen to repair the ACL surgically. But you know…hindsight and all that crap. The spondylosis is a long-term problem, and one that may prevent her from ever going back to agility or mountain hiking. I don’t want to think about all that just now. Instead, I’m just going to focus on how much she can progress in next 3 weeks. Heal Holly…heal.