Life With Sharon, or, How Much Can a Dog Take?
September 28th 2012 7:47 pm
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I reminded Mom that I had promised to write about my acupuncture experience. She hadn't decided whether or not it had helped me, so she was putting off declaring success or failure and then she forgot about it. I wish I could say that I was walking steadier and faster,but I'm really not. I'm very stiff and can only take little steps. Sometimes I trip and kind of fall over. So it didn't do what Mom and I had hoped. But it did do something. It made me relax and get calm in the vet's office. Now nothing has ever had that kind of effect on me. As soon as Mom opens the door of the car, I start to shake - even my whiskers tremble! I'm so scared I don't know what to do - I want to sit on Mom's lap and then I want down to hide under the chair. I usually pee or poop on the floor, even if I've just done that outside. When I was up on the the exam table I tried like anything to get down - Mom had to hold me or I would have bailed off, never mind how far down it was. Then it started - the vet started putting these thin little needles in me. But I didn't even know she was doing it! I didn't feel it at all. Some of them came out because I was squirming so much, but most of them stayed in. Mom thought I looked a little like a porcupine with blue quills. By the time the vet had put in the last one, I was lying very RELAXED on the table. I wasn't shaking, I wasn't struggling, I was just calm and a little sleepy. Isn't that funny? So now, five days later, Mom keeps checking me for any signs of improvement. She thinks maybe I seem a little more active, a little more engaged, a little happier (my tail is wagging more), so we're going back for another treatment in a week. At least she feels like she's doing something to help me and that makes her feel better even if it isn't really helping me. But don't tell her.