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Check it out! These are new shots of Libby’s brother, Ronon. His Mom sent them so we could all see how well he’s doing now. Thanks Betsy! Wow, he is obviously much bigger than my little Libs but what a cutie…
Isn’t it amazing how far just a little love will go? These two pups were thrown away in a ditch to die but instead they got rescued and we get to be their people and, believe me, we are better for it.
Just had to do this for you guys to see…
BEFORE & AFTER
How cool is that?
I didn’t give birth to them. I didn’t gestate for nine months. No, really, I didn’t. They have four legs instead of just two. They are covered in fur instead of skin. They don’t have thumbs. They don’t speak…well, not English anyway. But, they love me immensely. I love them even more.
When they are sick, I will take care of them. I will hold them and love them and do everything in my power to nurse them back to health. I will. And if you cannot understand that, I really don’t care. You want to have a problem with it? Go ahead. Have a problem with it.
I. Don’t. Care.
Whenever they need me, I will be there…whenever…every time. Why? Because, “…inasmuch as you did it to the least of these, you did it to me”.
The last week has been absolutely horrible at Serenity on the Lake. Oh my goodness! My little Libby girl was terribly, terribly sick and I was a whole lot more than a little bit scared, to say the least.
It all started last Saturday night when I found a small lump on her right side, just behind her shoulder area. I had no idea what had happened to her but, given her penchant for flying around the yard at incredible rates of speed and wrestling with her sisters nearly nonstop as puppies will do, I wasn’t too worried. I figured I would just keep an eye on it and go from there. Oh, but no.
Sunday evening, after monsoon worthy winds had battled the area all day, the girls and I came in the house from my comical attempt to mend the fence all by myself in the midst of those ridiculously strong, beyond gale force winds. Ah, that’s another story for another day. As I was preparing to feed the girls, I happened to glance over at my Libby but the creature looking back at me resembled more of a house pet from the planet Klingon than my little baby girl. Good Lord! Her face and eyes were full of lumps…hive-like swelled up lumps…everywhere. Oh. My. Goodness.
Luckily, Cathy the Vet Tech lives just across the street, so I scooped the alien creature up into my arms and took off out my front door in a panic stricken beeline to her front door. She immediately loaded us up with Benedryl and checked to make sure that Libby’s breathing wasn’t labored at all as it appeared she was having an acute allergic reaction. We both figured it was probably a spider bite since we couldn’t find any evidence of anything else. I took her back home and watched her like a hawk for the rest of the night since I didn’t want to have to make a trip to the emergency vet. I wanted to be able to wait and take her to her own vet first thing in the morning.
Morning dawned. Libby had an awful night, very restless, very uncomfortable. Oh, and that lump on her side? Yeah, it got bigger, like ALOT bigger. We headed to the vet.
Doggy Doc was way worried when he saw the baby. I had taken a picture of her the night before in her Klingon state, so he was able to see the hives in their full effect since they had gone down quite a bit by morning. Even he was a bit freaked. The steadily growing lump on her side was also concerning to him as well as the fact that she had a raging fever. The baby was quite ill.
He did a fine needle biopsy of the offending growth, sent the gook he got out of it off to the lab, poked her with several syringes full of medications, and sent her home with antibiotics and Benedryl.
She slept. I worried. The lump? It grew. By Wednesday evening, she was worse. Markedly worse. The growth was now about the size of a tennis ball. She was becoming more and more lethargic. Doggy Doc wanted her back. The cytology results said the abscess was a severe pyogenic inflammation. He gave me a copy of the lab findings. By the way, I do not recommend googling lab findings on your own without knowledgeable medical personnel present. You will absolutely scare the holy crapola out of yourself.
Doggy Doc was way worried now because Lib was getting worse instead of better and he didn’t know why. Her fever raged even higher which caused even more alarm. He opted to shave the area and drain the abscess with a larger gauge needle so it would hopefully continue to drain rather than refill and get bigger again. He also added another antibiotic to her regimen and another medication to help fight the fever. He also instructed that I apply a warm compress to the area at least twice a day. I did it 3 & 4 times a day.
He scheduled her for surgery to insert a drainage tube on Tuesday (tomorrow) if she wasn’t any better by today (Monday). Guess what? She is better. Tons better! Loads better! Puppy kisses and tail waggings better! Doggy Doc saw her today, touched the shaved area and immediately exclaimed, and I swear this is true, “SWEET!”. Surgery is canceled. Libby is doing awesome! She has one more week of antibiotics and other medications to finish (I’m totally fine with that, totally, totally) but it looks like she is firmly on the road to recovery!
Thank you Sweet Jesus. Thank you so much. As I always say, there’s a reason that “dog” is “God” spelled backwards! I’m so glad I still get to be Libby’s Mom.
I was trying to save time. You know, cut corners. Brilliant, I thought. Not so much. Let me tell you all about it.
Libby had a follow-up appointment at the vet on Friday. As I pulled into the driveway, I got the wonderfully brilliant, not so bright idea to get her out of the backyard rather than going through the house and having to deal with the hassle of deactivating the alarm and bringing her in through the back door without letting her sisters in as well.
Of course I would then have to reactivate the alarm, head back out the front door, and lock everything back up. Yeah, getting her straight from the backyard sounded like a much better idea. Apparently, I wasn’t listening very closely.
As I tried to extract the lovely Libby from the narrow opening I had allowed in the gate from the backyard, Sophie continually blocked Libby’s attempts to come to Mommy and instead attempted her own exit from the yard. On the fifth or sixth go at it, Sophie was successful on exiting the yard as Libby ran for the safety of the porch and Mollie simply watched in confused wonder.
Luckily, I grabbed hold of Sophie’s collar as she exited the yard. I sternly and in no uncertain terms ordered her to return to the yard. She promptly sat down in a show of defiance and refused to move.
I put my face directly in her face and said through clenched teeth that she had better get back in that yard…I then began to pull her by the collar toward the gate…however…as I began to pull toward the gate, she decided to pull away from the gate…and…yep…the collar came off in my hand. She looked up at me with a big pup grin on her face and…
…the chase was on!
An hour and a half later, with the help of a team of neighborhood kids, I finally got her back. Oh, she had a ball. Visited all kinds of folks. Played with all sorts of things. Ran in and out of the street…busy street…many cars, trucks, things that would squish her…I threw myself in front of one of said vehicles to keep it from squishing her…she had no clue…she was on an adventure…sorry Mr. Vehicle Driver but I couldn’t let you hit my kid…I figured you might think twice before you would hit me…it was a chance I was willing to take.
Pops asked me later that night if I beat her when I got her home. No, I didn’t beat her. I didn’t punish her either because she wouldn’t have understood. She thought she was on an adventure.
I was just so thankful she was home and my family was still in one piece. I’m glad she still gets to be Sophie and I still get to be her Mom.
By the way, Libby made it to her appointment and everything was fine.
There is nothing that I have that does not hurt. NOTHING! All three of the girls got a bath yesterday. At home. A la me. All three. Yippee. Yahoo.
Seriously, once they are in the tub, they really aren’t that bad. In fact, they seem to rather enjoy the spa treatment. Me, on the other hand? Not so much. Let’s see…hmmm…what’s not such fun?
*The lifting into the tub
*The constant up and down and various half positions during the bathing itself
*The inevitable all out, completely wet, shake water into the far reaches of the universe…twice.
*Now I look like I took a bath too…not a very successful one either
*More lifting…only now the little girl weighs A LOT more since she is very, VERY wet.
*Another universally drenching shake that ends at the tip of the tail. How do they do that?
*The walls are dripping. Oh joy.
*A feeble attempt with a towel (okay, towels) to dry the super soaked little girl…not so successful…Mollie sits still as a statue, totally uncooperative…Libby lays down and swaddles herself in the towels…Sophie plays keep away while slipping and sliding all over the bathroom floor.
*I give up on the drying idea and open the bathroom door. The wet little girl shoots out of the room like a bullet and heads full tilt through the house. Again, joy.
*I let the tiny one out the back door and she takes off into the yard to run laps with her sisters. I think it’s great as she will dry off quicker now since it is at least 134 degrees outside. Before I turn to go back in the house, I catch a glimpse of the freshly bathed pup…rolling in the dirt under the tree…ugh.
*Now, multiply all of the above by 3. Yeah. Like I said. Ow! I need a massage.
Imagine the look of shock and surprise…
…when I turned from my desk and saw Queen Sophie stretched out ever so regally on my BRAND NEW SOFA! I went berserk! BERSERK, do you hear me? Sophie had a stroke. Mollie took off for parts unknown and Libby hid under the desk.
Once I finished vacuuming every semblance of The Queen’s hairs from my treasure, I put the vacuum cleaner (a.k.a. monster) away and melted at Sophie’s efforts to humbly beg my forgiveness. What a pushover I am. She’s still my Baby…even though they do all think I went temporarily insane for a moment there…