Nicknames: Shakey, Shakey boo, Shakester, goofball, butthead, silly boy, buttinsky, Shakey bakey, grumpy old man
Birthday: August 28th 2001
Likes: Barking! Going on walks, playing with his toys, attention, being outside, barking at everything, rolling in the grass, car rides, Uncle Joey, hanging out with his grandparents, chasing squirrels and birds
Pet-Peeves: baths, when Lacey won't play with him, when he's not the center of attention, kids, other dogs getting attention from his humom, being told to 'be quiet', having to come inside when he doesn't want to
Favorite Toy: A red and brown holiday bear (that was meant for Sydney which is probably why it's his fave!), tennis balls, other dogs' toys
Favorite Food: Chicken, cheese, anything mom has, any and all doggie treats
Favorite Walk: Any walk, anywhere - as long as he's outside! It doesn't matter what the weather is like either. Shakey loves to play tug o war with his leash - him on one end yanking, me on the other end telling him to 'drop it' so we can actually walk.
Best Tricks: Shakey's favorite trick is "get your leash." He knows how to sit, stay, down, paw, wait, up, off, 'find it,' and sometimes come (again, when he feels like it *lol*). He's taken beginning agility and loves the dog ramps and walks.
Arrival Story: I went to pick a puppy from a litter and held two different minis. When I held Shakespeare, he licked me, climbed all over me, and wouldn't sit still. So I didn't pick a puppy, Shakespeare picked me. :)
Bio: Shakespeare is my first dog and my baby. He's my parents first granddog. His ears are always one up and one down; they've been that way since he was a puppy.
Thank you everyone for the condolences and dogster gifts. I have to admit I haven’t read most of them because when I start to, I tear up and start crying and become a mess (again). Heck, I’ve been a mess for a couple weeks now. Trying to wrap my head around what happened, but then dealing with the guilt and heartbreak that comes with that.. you know, the what ifs, the signs you look back and see… like he would grr when being picked up, even if he wanted up… I just thought it was he was becoming a grumpy senior, he’d always been a strong healthy boy, but now I’m like OMG he was probably hurting and I should have gotten it checked out but then they still would have seen the same thing and I’d be in the same boat there was no reason to suspect anything because he’d always been strong and healthy and I have to keep thinking this or I’ll go crazy. Last week was the worst week of my life, it was unexpected and went downhill too fast, and this week has been the second worse. I’m a mess and I can’t stop thinking about my baby and yet I don’t want to talk about what happened or talk about him even though, really, I’m doing that now. I’m trying to focus on Lacey and even fostering soon, and all the pups that need a good home, and how Shakey was the best dog ever, the best boy in the whole world and he was my baby and I told him lots of times that he was going to live forever cause he was the best boy ever and my baby and I miss him so so so so much and I’m gonna try not to cry now… I miss you so much baby boy and I love you more than anything in the world. Sigh. I just wanted to get all that out; it seems to help with healing to do that.
Thank you, and I apologize for not getting back to anyone, I just can’t right now. Hug and kiss your furkids for me please.
Mom came to visit me! I was SO HAPPY to see her! I perked right up and got lots of energy and the internal med vet opened the cage and mom sat down and I leapt onto her lap! We hugged for a bit, then I stood up cause dog, I wanted to go home! Mom told me no, that I had to stay there cause they were gonna have to do surgery on me. I'm just gonna copy and paste her book of faces status cause my paws are tired from trying to get away from mom's smothering, BOL (not really). (Psst, don't tell mom I have her book of faces password!)
Shakey update: internal med vet said his ultrasound showed a lot going on in his abdomen. (Vet called it a hot mess, heh) His gallbladder is sick, no obstructions but its inflamed.. One of his adrenal glands looks diseased, the other is enlarged, possible tumor? His spleen is unhappy too. So they recommend surgery to really see what's going on and how to fix it, like if enlarged gland is from gland or liver, what's up with gallbladder if it needs to be removed etc. they want to do it this afternoon since he's had lots of fluids etc.
Oh yah, while she was here, mom talked to the internal med specialist vet and the surgeon, they're gonna check out my insides and pawsibly remove my gallbladder. I'll make sure she keeps you updated cause I may not be able to type while I'm all doped up post-surgery.
Hi pups, man these vets are around for long times, hard to be sneaky! I overhead the nice e-vet talking to mom last night and again this morning. This morning’s report is that I did fairly well overnight, I had an anti-nausea med and I ate and have kept it down so far, and my blood sugar held steady. The vet also started me on antibiotics cause she saw a little bacteria in my urine (ewww). I’m gonna see an internal specialist this morning and get an ultrasound so they can see all inside (ewwww).
If I can remember what the vet told mom last night…. Let me review my notes…. My potassium is normal. My blood smear showed immature red blood cells, which I think means I’m making more. My blood clot time was 23 seconds, and 19 is normal. The xrays didn’t show evidence of obvious obstruction, but they did show a slightly enlarged area in my upper abdomen, not lots of detail tho, which is consistent with inflammation around my liver, gallbladder, and bile ducts, which is where the vet thinks the problem is from. The vet’s still concerned about my Billy Reuben (thanks Zoe!), and she was leaning towards my liver. She mentioned three things in particular she was looking for, but I forgot what they were except for pancreatitis.. which is a word I know cause mom’s always talking about how she feeds us low fat food and we don’t get much people food cause we’re prone to that.
The vet was asking mom if I could have gotten into anything bad, like mushrooms or xylitol or palm trees, but I’ve always been good about not getting into stuff. Plus mom watches me like a hawk, she hates mushrooms, she only chews gum at work and never drops it, and I haven’t been to Florida ever.