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Likes: Toys, people food, drinking from the bathtub faucet, chewing on pens
Pet-Peeves: When her people are too busy to play, or they decide to "take a stand" and not give her people food, or don't get to the bathroom quick enough to turn on the faucet, or pens are taken away from her. And people who aren't instantly enamoured with her...
Favorite Toy: Tug-tug, her Giant Tennis ball, Lamby, Monsta, pretty much anything she can throw on our laps or feet and use to convince us to play with her instead of getting ready for work.
Favorite Food: Whatever the nearest living thing is currently eating or drinking.
Favorite Walk: Everywhere
Best Tricks: Sit, Hugs and Bring me a toy. She is also learning to do weight pull, but we're taking that one slow.
Arrival Story: Lily was rescued from a puppy mill when she was very young. She was slated to be killed as she was born deaf. We went to the local pet store which hosts a rescue event most weekends. The Saturday we went and the Midwest Boston Terrier Rescue Society had set up their table was one of the most important days in our lives; we met Lilly. She outshone every dog there and played with me. When my husband asked if he could hold her she curled up against his chest and fell asleep. She was just the tiniest little thing! After much discussion we decided we had to have this dog in our family and give her the best possible life she could have. We adopted her on December 10th of 2005 and opted to drop the second "l," and thus we became the doting puppy parents of Lily.
Bio: Lily was diagnosed with juvenile cataracts in November, 2006. We worked with an opthamologist who determined that she also has degenerating retinas, probably causing the cataracts in the first place. She currently can't see in low light, but gets around pretty well in well-lit areas. Her cataracts have progressed to the point where she can only see about four feet away. Everything: her unusual coloring, her deafness, her soon-to-be blindness, are all due to the negligence of puppy mill breeders.
But she is a happy girl. We are currently working to teach her to use a vibrating collar to signal to "Come" and working on various "tap" signs to replace the hand signals she knows. She gets along well with most other dogs, though as her vision fades she seems more fearful of large dogs. She is the most playful pup, and the goofiest. She likes to lie on her back and wriggle from side to side and also sit up on her butt and spin in circles while trying to lick her nose. I've said she is a good dog; but I've never said she is a sane one.
Forums Motto: Our delicate little flower
The Groups I'm In: *Michigan PupPals*, :=: :=: Pawspot (Please come to our new group!), Blind Dogs & The People Who Love Them, Boston Terrier Lovers!, Deaf But Not Dumb, Greater Lansing Dogs, Mismarked Bostons? Pish posh, Molly Inspires Foundation, Pets With Disabilities, Pullin' Pups, West Michigan Canines, ~~~*Dog Park USA*~~~
The Last Forum I Posted In: Hybrid vigor
Favorite Game: Stick! I love playing stick! Basically, my Mom or Dad run around holding a stick and I try to grab it. I have been know to jump chin-height in the quest for Stick.
Mom got my test results on Friday- negative for Addison's. She'd breathe a sigh of relief except that the doctors are still worried about me and suggested I have more tests done with their internal medicine department. They suspect something is wrong with my kidney's. I haven't had anything bad occur since last Monday, but my pawrents still want me to have more tests done. Hopefully I'll know what happened by the end of this week. :)
Though my family celebrated my birthday with me on Sunday, my actual birthday was on Monday. It started out normal- my Mom cleaned the house and I tried to help her (which she never appreciates). She was cleaning the bathroom and she used all kinds of crazy smelling stuff, but she kicked me out every time I went in there because it was, "dangerous."
Moms.
Then she went to work. She works out of our apartment, which is a very good arrangement because with Dad's law school schedule someone needs to be around for me and Bruno. She came out of her office at lunch and took me and Bruno outside for potties and fed us, then she laid down.
I started to not feel so good. Mom nudged me when she became concerned. You see, when she was laying down she noticed a ton of lights reflecting off the cars in the street and onto our ceiling. Usually this drives me crazy and I chase them and bark at them. This time I was just laying around. When she woke me up it was obvious something was wrong. I kept blinking my eyes rapidly and trembling. She asked me to follow her out of the bedroom and when I got up to walk towards her my movements were very jerky and it was clear I was having trouble walking.
She was very worried, so to keep an eye on me she shut me up with her in her office (I'm usually not allowed) to go back to work after lunch. About half an hour later I threw up. She cleaned it up and brought me some water, which I wouldn't drink. I laid down behind her, but it was clear that I wasn't getting any better. She left work to rush me to the emergency vet.
It took us a very long time to be seen, because some other doggies were having a worse day than I, though it wasn't their birthday. :( I laid on my Mom's lap, listless, which made her very scared because people kept coming up to me and petting me and I barely reacted. Usually I wiggle all around, but even laying there like a lump I'm the cutest darn thing around. ;)
After several tests, Mom got the all-clear to take me home. I had pretty much gotten better by myself, so the doctors said that Mom could take me home and bring me back if it happened again or get more tests like an x-ray, complete bloodwork and urine testing. After calling Dad and discussing it with him, they decided to go with basic bloodwork and urine test but hold on any other tests pending those results. The theory was that I had gotten a hold of something and eaten it, even though Mom wracked her brain and couldn't think of anything I could have gotten and Dad had searched the apartment while we were gone for anything suspicious like an open bottle of aspirin or something and found nothing.
I was my regular, bouncy self when we left and this time when people petted me I squiggled my little heart out. It was my birthday, after all. :)
Tuesday morning Mom got a call from the vet- they think something is wrong with my endocrine system. They think it might be something with my kidneys, or something called Addison's disease. As far as we can tell, a dog with Addison's has something where the body doesn't produce certain chemicals correctly and can occasionally go into an Addison's crisis, which would have symptoms similar to what I experienced on my birthday. I had to go to the hospital for more tests. We won't know until Friday, because Addison's is very rare and the only place in the whole country that does the test for it happens to be my vet here, but they only do the tests twice a week. So far I feel completely fine, but that was a very scary experience and I'm glad my pawrents are working to make sure it doesn't happen again.
On August 25th I will be three years old. :) My family had a party for me today because Mom has work tomorrow and Dad has school.
It's a little different because we're in a new town now. My previous two birthday's my pawrents would take me to my favorite places, Fuzzy Butz Pet Bakery, Paw Mart, the dog park... but here we don't have those things. They made sure I had a lot of fun anyway. :)
Mom gave me and Bruno a bath and then I got to have my pawnails painted. Then I got to wear the traditional birthday hat and collar and go for a walk. Mom assures me there were a lot of oohs and aahs. ;)
Afterwards I got to open presents. I got an extradurable loofa-dog and a brand new collar. It's black and has little pink skulls and crossbones on it. :)
Instead of a Fuzzybutz birthday cake I got to have a birthday steak. I'd be hard pressed to say which I preferred. It took me a while to figure out how to tear it apart and eat it, but once she'd given it to me Mom was not allowed near it to help me. I'm a big girl now. :)
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