At the Rainbow Bridge

I've gone to the Bridge. To my family - don't be sad. I truly appreciate the twelve years of love and care you gave me and I consider myself blessed to have shared life with you. I appreciate that you didn't want me to suffer and that you did the right thing, especially since it was so difficult for you to let me go. Know that I am young again and waiting for you along with Mandy, Skipper and Cody here at the Rainbow Bridge. I love you and will always watch over the pack that I ruled so well.

Daisy

Diary Pick

Wow! I'm so thrilled that Dogster chose me for one of their top Diary picks of the day.

Bark bark! Thanks Dogster!

Summer

So summer continues. My leg is fine, no worries there. I still tear around the yard chasing squirrels and Mac, and you couldn't even tell my leg was ever broken. No lie. I swim too and am just back to my ornery old self. The way it should be, with me ruling over my doggie pack.

Better Now

Guys, I'm sorry I haven't posted. I'm much better now. No more limping - I'm running and swimming and playing like nothing ever happened! The pawrents are cutting my Rimadyl back to once a day so they can wean me off it. I'm a happy little girl and mama keeps telling me how lucky we all are that I healed so quickly and so well, without surgery.

Still Limping Along

I'm still limping and mommy doesn't know what's wrong. She took me back to the vet. Dr. Metcalf checked me out and said nothing's wrong with my leg. It's still stable. Yet I was walking on it until Sunday June 21st. Mitchell and I were playing and he rolled over on it and I yelped. Every since then, I won't walk on it.

Ok, every now and then I forget and run on it. Or stand on my hind legs to look out the window or beg for a treat. But the rest of the time, I want Mommy to carry me up and down the stairs and lift me up and down from the bed and my couch.

I like being a pampered little girl. I'm glad my family loves me so much, even if they won't let me go swimming.

Finally Free!

Finally, I have no cast or bandage. Nothing. Nada, zip. Just my leg.
And finally, no more crate. I get to sleep back in the bed with mom and dad where I belong. I get to go outside without being on a leash. The only thing they won't let me do is climb the stairs or swim with the other dogs in the pool.

The vet says I'm healed. I'm still on Rimadyl for awhile and antibiotics for the sore on my leg where the cast was rubbing it, but I'm walking! Normally. And Mom says I'm back to my normal frisky self.

Miracles do happen!

Thanks, everypup for your prayers. The power of the paw is great indeed.

I'm NOT Happy!

Ok, so the vet told mom I had to be confined to a crate. I do not like this. They are even making me sleep in the darn thing, when I used to get to sleep up on the bed with them. Arooooo!

And when I go outside, they make me stay on the leash because I'm not allowed to run. What's up with that?


Tomorrow I go back to the vet and let me tell you, I'm going to give that man a piece of my mind.

New Phase of Healing

Well, yesterday my mom took me back to the vets because I wouldn't stop chewing on my cast. She had to leave me there, which was a bummer. But when she picked me back up, I didn't have my cast anymore! Yay.

Dr. Metcalf put a big bandage thing on my leg. He told my mom I can't run or jump and have to be confined in a crate except when eating and going potty. Waaaaah! No fair!

I go back on Friday and I think that's when they x-ray it. Dr. Metcalf said it is stable now. I can walk on it. So I AM healing!

Vet Recheck

Today was my vet recheck. I sure wish I could talk. I would have told my mom and daddy that I was chewing on my cast because I had a sore underneath it. The vet man knew immediately. He made the pawrents leave me so he could remove the cast, treat the sore, and put a new cast on.

Now I'm on antibiotics and pain meds, sleeping up here at my mama's work. I didn't like getting left at the vets, but I guess he fixed me up good.

My next recheck is in a week. The vet says good news - my legs seems to be stabilizing. It's healing, it's healing!

We're going camping this weekend (we have an airconditioned camper) and mama says she'll continue to pamper me.

BAYL!

So Far, So Good

Well, so far I'm doing okay. I ran out of pain meds (Rimadyl, an anti-inflammatory) on Sunday and let me tell you, I didn't sleep Sunday night. I refused to even walk a step either. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. Though it didn't affect my appetite - nothing does. Mama always says they'll know I'm really sick if I refuse to eat.

Monday morning, mom called the vet first thing and asked for more Rimadyl. Dad went over and picked it up and Monday night (last night), I slept like a baby.

Today, I'm all over the place. Mom brings me to work and I am trying to explore the office, begging food from people when they're eating lunch. And sleeping, of course. A girls gotta have her beauty rest!

Friday is when I have another check up at the vet. Will keep you posted!