Donovan's Days

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The Vet, and Surgery, maybe

August 29th 2007 8:52 pm
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Woof! Woof! Woof!

Mom keeps saying "vet" and "surgery" and I just know that she means me. How do I know? I have a wound on my left shoulder that everyone was saying was a hot spot. Well this afternoon Samuel saw it. He is sort of an expert on dog hurts. He said it's either a wild grass head or something that has worked its way into me, or a bug bite. He says that either way the vet has to open the wound up and clean it out, then put a tube in to drain it.

I had a tube in once before. Mom wouldn't let me touch it. I really didn't want to, though I did want it out. When the vet took it out after a week, I was really glad.

It looks like I am in for another tube, and another surgery. At least Mom and my favorite lady will be along at the vet's.

 

The Terrible Thing

August 19th 2007 9:57 pm
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I had a sore foot yesterday. I get sore foot fairly often and Mom thinks it's because I'm six-and-a-half. Maybe that's so, but it doesn't excuse the Terrible Thing they did to me.

When it came time to go home, Mom put me in her friend's car. Then Mom took off by herself on her electric wheelchair. MOM, I'm right here, MOM. I'll save you MOM. Let me out of this car, Grrrrrr. It was awful. The friend driving the car kept saying nice things to me, but I didn't care. I was too worried something would happen to my Mom.

We finally turned into our driveway. Then I knew Mom wasn't in as much danger. I still wanted to be right beside her. Mom's friend took me right to our house (apartment) and let me out to be with Mom. I was so glad. Mom was glad, too.

All this because I had a sore paw!

 

My Mommy Helped Me

August 14th 2007 9:37 pm
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Woof! Woof! Woof!

Every so often I get a hot spot where my service dog vest rubs me. The last one was on my right shoulder. This one is on my left shoulder.

Tonight we went up to my favorite pet store. My favorite person working there told Mom how to treat my hot spot.

So Mom went to the drugstore and got pink stuff, gooey stuff, and flat things. She put the pink stuff and the gooey stuff on my hot spot, then she covered it with one of the flat things. It felt wonderful. I can sleep now.

Mom's notes: The pink stuff is calamine lotion. The gooey stuff is neosporin, and the flat things are gauze bandages.

 

Moof! Moof! Hot

July 16th 2007 8:18 pm
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It's gotten hot here. In the mid-seventies. I get so hot walking to Mom's meeting that I could just melt. It's even worse walking back. The hot asphalt burns my feet.

(Editor's note: Donovan does get hot and the asphalt is hot, but Donovan is a little soft.)

I am always so happy to get home where I lay in the breeze for a while until I am cool enough for a good drink. It's tough to be a big dark, colored dog in California. It's so sunny all the time. When it's overcast... Ah! When it's overcast.

Then I can walk anywhere not too far with Mom. That makes her happy. She does worry when I drag along panting. I always wonder how big black dogs can run around and look so happy in the sun. If I was black I wouldn't go outside in the sunlight. Luckily we live in a place that's really shadey.

There are big trees and lots of pathways for me to walk down. There are lots of dog smells too, because there are lots of dogs here. I always see dogs when we walk at home, but seldom get to meet them. That's because all the bigger dogs, and some of the smaller dogs are fighters. All they want to do is bite and fight.

I have two friends, Schotzie, and Mac. Schotzie is a schnauzer. She gets so excited when she sees me it makes me wiggle. Mac is a westminster terrier. She pulls her owner over to me when she sees me. Then she runs back and forth between me and my mom. Mom gets kisses, and so do I.

I guess walking in the hot sun every day isn't too bad. It's only for a half-hour, then I get to rest for an hour before we go home. And at home I sleep most of the afternoon. Then Mom takes me for that long, shadey walk.

 

Muzzle!!!

June 15th 2007 9:50 pm
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Mooof, Moof! Today was different. We went to Mom's meeting like usual, but then it stopped being usual. Mom put a muzzle on me! I was a good boy. I just asked nicely for her to take it off, and when she told me she couldn't, I laid down.

Mom was good. She pushed bits of cookie into my mouth. So I got as much cookie as I would have ordinarily. I tried to get cookie bits from this one cookie hog, but he ignored me. Big cookie hog!

When the meeting was over, and we went outside, one of my favorite people took my muzzle off. I was glad to have it off.

 

Long Walks

May 30th 2007 8:44 pm
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I had a sore foot the last couple of days. Mom took me on a really long walk, and my foot that gets sore got sore again. Mom says that she isn't going to take me for such a long walk anymore. We are going to take a bus from now on. I sure hope the bus isn't crowded. I'd almost rather have a sore foot than ride a crowded bus.

 

Lotsa People...Lotsa Coooookies!

May 5th 2007 9:48 pm
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Woof, woof, woof. Mom has started going to what she calls meetings. There are usually quite a few people there. They pet me, and feed me cookies if Mom lets them. Usually I only get one whole cookie. Mom says I'm spoiled, and enough is enough.

I lay down and listen while people talk. Sometimes Mom talks. After everybody who wants to talks, everybody stands up and holds hands. Then they say a couple of things. One of them all the people say together. Sometimes when they say this one I woof. I figure they should hear my voice too. A lot of people say this for me. Gee, these people are smart!

We went to two of these meetings today. At the second one there were only a few people and I didn't get any cookies. I did get patted, even by my favorite girl. There was a guy there that I needed to bite at the first meeting because he stared at me. The guys that patted me told him not to stare. That helped and I didn't feel like biting him any more.

It was a good day. I got a long walk with lots to smell and mark. I got cookies and patted by lots of people. It was a good day.

 

Kalani

April 23rd 2007 10:39 pm
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Woof!

I almost forgot! Last night Kalani came over to our house! I thought that she was there just for me to make puppies with. I was wrong. Karen and Mom got kind of mad at me because I kept trying to make puppies with Kalani. Well, who wouldn't want to? She's a beautiful dark chocolate lab with beautiful manners.

Mom finally put my leash on and kept me near her. Kalani came over to tell me she was sorry and Mom had to chase her away 'cause I got all excited again.

Kalani's mom finally came home. She was all upset because her roommate was supposed to be watching Kalani. Evidently the roommate doesn't know enough about dogs. She left the patio door open enough that Kalani could wiggle out and run around. I would have done it. Especially if I needed to find my Mom.

Karen took Kalani back to Patty and reassured her it was all right that we had to watch Kalani. Patty met Karen right in front of our apartment. All was well.

 

I'm so excited!

April 23rd 2007 10:32 pm
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Woof! Woof! Wooooof!

Mom has started going to this room everyday. A lot of people come and sit in the room with us. Everybody takes turns talking. There are a lot of people outside, and I have to bark at them because they might be dangerous. In fact, tonight I had to bark at a couple of men in the room because they were not right. They kept staring at me. I smelled them and they were ok, but they kept staring. I had to bark.

We got a ride to the room tonight. From a really nice woman and man. They made sure that Mom didn't fall. They drove us home, too. I hope we don't go to the room all the time at night, though. I get tired, and so does Mom.

Going to the room in the daytime is nice, though. There are lots of people and they all pet me.

 

Don't Trust Cats

April 13th 2007 6:58 pm
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Woooof! I'm all better now, but my buddy, Luna the cat, scratched my right eye and it all swelled up and hurt! Mom took me to the vet. I love them there they are so nice to me. They gave my mom some goopy stuff to put in my eye. She did that for a week. Then she took me back like they told her to, to recheck my eye. It wasn't healed all the way yet! So they gave Mom another medicine, an antibiotic drop, to put in my eye. I was really good. I let Mom put all the ointment and drops in my eye without any fuss. She told me what a good doggie I was.

Two days ago we went in to have my eye checked again, and it was all healed! I am so glad. It was getting difficult to sit still while Mom put drops and ointment in my eye.

Like I said in the title... Don't trust cats! They can be your best friend one minute and scratch your eye the next!

 
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