Nicknames: Little Black Man, Mr. Bear, Mister Man, Osito, Mr. Pukey, Barf Boy, Blowout Boy
Likes: He loves rides in the car and walks to our construction sites. He loves to steal stinky/smelly socks from the hamper and his latest neurosis includes barking at the ceiling fan and light switches on the wall. Bizarre, I know!
Pet-Peeves: He hates rectal thermometers and medication of any shape, taste or smell. He shows his displeasure if you try to snap a photo when he is sick. He also gets disturbed if you take him to our construction site but don't let him run on the grounds.
Favorite Toy: He LOVES LAMBY! - a stuffed animal shaped like a lamb. He's had it since he was a puppy. The eyes are missing and the head is floppy. (See a video of OSO as a puppy with Lamby.)
Favorite Food: He likes to eat a fillet of beef from our local Argentinian restaurant. He is also in-discriminant and eats chicken from a bag of Tyson's frozen chicken breasts.
Favorite Walk: To our construction sites. One is next to a tennis court and he finds balls there on every walk. He has a collection of about 25 balls now.
Best Tricks: When I say goodnight to my daughter, he grabs the closest toy, runs upstairs and waits for her on her bed.
Arrival Story: Oso in Spanish means "bear". It is pronounced like, "ooh-soh".
Oso was adopted as a puppy from a Mexican shelter. He was one of several brothers brought into the shelter in a cardboard box. Oso was one of the last two puppies left when we came in to adopt him. We put in an application to adopt him and two days later showed up to take him home from the shelter. There was a woman there that told us that she adopted Oso's other brother, Puma and that she came back to adopt Oso but we already beat her by putting in our application for him. So she adopted Oso's last brother at the shelter, named Lucas. Unfortunately, 1 year later, both brothers ended up back at the shelter. The woman and her family decided that they could not take care of these dogs anymore. We were so grateful that this woman never got her hands on our Oso. Oso has had the best possible life with us. He is loved and cared for and when he dies, our family will have no regret because we know we gave him the best possible life with us here in Mexico.
Bio: My daughter found the small tumor that was on Oso's front paw November 2006. On December 4th, 2006 we surgically removed the tumor and the biopsy report indicated that Oso has a rare and aggressive form of Lymphoma known as Cutaneous Lymphoma. This is considered a T-cell lymphoma as it originated from the thymus. Standard treatment protocol is CCNU. 5 treatments spread out 3 weeks apart. Prognosis without chemo is 4-6 weeks.
Oso is doing really well. He is still in remission and his energy level has returned full throttle. He loves to play with his toys and manage multiple tennis balls at one time. On my recent visit to see him, I gave him a toy otter that holds a clam between it's paws. He loved this toy so! He kept grabbing the clam and shaking the otter with full intent to free the clam from the otter's grasp! When you see Oso, you would never believe he had this terrible disease and that it still lurks beneath the surface. Oso has far exceeded the survival rate predicted by scientists but also for what we had set in our minds. Now he's on borrowed time. So each day is a true blessing that he's around and still alive. He enjoys his time living in a huge house with Stella and Jingo and he's a very happy boy. I so enjoyed seeing him again. I hope to make another visit out to see him again while he's doing well. It truly pleases me that the work we did in administering the CCNU has done a fabulous job. I am forever grateful for all the prayers extended to Oso here on this site. And for all the furbabies on the Rainbow Bridge that have been looking out for Oso as well. All of your prayers and guidance from your angels have helped Oso in the end. What a happy, lucky boy he is.
Oso has become increasingly incontinent. At first we thought he was submissive peeing but the problem has gotten progressively worse to the point that he's leaking constantly, even in his sleep.
Oso's Dad will be taking him in to see Dr. Andres this weekend to get checked out. But we truly believe that the incontinence comes from the aggressive treatment of CCNU to save his life.
In the meantime, I have located, male-dog, no leak diapers on Drs. Foster and Smith. Silly to put diapers on him eh? But when he's leaking throughout the house and on beds, it becomes a necessity.
It's sad in some ways because he's only 2 years old and these type of things happen to older dogs. But then again, we as his owners have to understand that he's not a normal dog anymore. And expect the unexpected.
So doggie diapers it is.
Aside from the occasional embarrassment that he expresses due to his problem, he's a happy boy and he's living a wonderful life in Mexico.
Hey guys! Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been busy moving into my new house. I actually get my own doggie room that I share with Stella and Jingo. Can you believe that? Life has been good. I'm still in remission and I've made it a full year since my initial diagnosis.
This time last year my Mom and Dad were battling to keep me alive as the Cutaneous Lymphoma had spread to my chest and the tumor was growing and compressing my lungs. I was struggling to breath and in constant pain. It was a horrible experience! Mom and Dad didn't think I would make it through the night.
Mom and Dad were racing against the clock to locate chemo agents they could use on me before I would die from this cancer. Things looked pretty grim. It didn't look like we would secure the chemo in time to save my life.
Mom and Dad decided that the best thing to do for me on one of my last days was to take me on a final walk. Mom took pictures of that day and my parents quietly were preparing to say goodbye to me then.
3 days later, my chemo agents showed up and I started on an aggressive protocol to fight Cutaneous Lymphoma. My parents and the vet were too aggressive with the chemo because a few days after my initial treatment, my liver couldn't take the toxic poisons and it began to fail.
I was rushed into the vet where my doctor, Dr. Andres, worked quickly to save my life. I was on IV fluids and it took me a while to recuperate. But I did.
I've come a long ways since that time. That was one year ago today.
The survival rate for dogs with Cutaneous Lymphoma is practically 0%. This type of cancer is almost always fatal. I'm hoping to be one of the dogs that beats the statistics. It was rare for me to get this type of cancer during my first year of life any ways. This type of cancer strikes older dogs. And this gave my Mom and Dad hope that I could beat this since I'm younger and my immune system is stronger.
For now there are no tumors in sight. We don't know how much time I have left here on earth. But we cherish each and every additional day we get to spend together.
Boy, I sure am lucky to have the parents that I do. If it wasn't for them and their courageous action and proactive care, I wouldn't be here today. I owe my life to them.