January 4th 2010 9:04 pm
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It was my birthday today. Mom took me on a walk in the snow. She emailed the lady that she got me from and sent her a picture of me. The lady emailed back right away saying how happy that Mom keeps her up to date on me and that I look very happy and healthy. Then, Mom had to go to work. Yuck. When she came back she gave me a bone and locked Kitcat up so I could chew on it without her bugging me. When I was done with that, Kitcat came back out and I groomed her. Squirrel even gave me a kiss and a light swat when I went to sniff her while she was on the cat tree. Then, Mom gave me a new toy. It is a really thick rope with a tennis ball at one end and a handle on the other. It is for me to chew, Mom to throw and me to chase, and us to both have tugs of war with it. She is hoping it will last longer than my other toys. It was a good day but I'm very anxious for Mom to finally have some days off so we can have long walks and not be rushed.
Oh, and the trouble I had with my knee ... the swelling, then the open sore ... (this was back in September) - Well, for a while it looked like I would have to have surgery. Mom hesitated and even saw another vet about it. Also, I had to go on our road trip around that time. The second vet said to go ahead on the trip and that a giant bottle of antibiotic pills would keep the infection under control for the trip but that I would probably need surgery when I got back. )They all thought I had a foreign body inside my knee like a sliver or something.) We got back, Mom stopped the pills and I was fine. She called the vet and talked to him and he said it might take up to 2 months before the problem comes back. He expected the infection to flare up again and find a way to drain. That was what that sore was, it was draining fluid from an infection I had going on somewhere inside.) He said if it didn't return by Christmas that meant that my body took care of the infection and Mom could relax and forget about me having further troubles from it. So, by being patient and not rushing into surgery, we dodged it. Phew! Thank goodness for antibiotics. So, the vet said my body either managed to dissolve the foreign particle or encapsulate it. All I know is that I never want to wear a cone again. Yuck.
November 2nd 2009 9:50 am
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Hallowe'en went well. Mom was home and the kitties and I and some visitors all stayed in the house. When kids came to our house, I kept Mom safe by watching while she handed out candy. The visitors made sure the kitties didn't try and get out. It went very well.
The next day, Mom took me on a nice hike. We went way up high in the Battle Bluffs. It was sunny and cool. Perfect for hiking. Last time we went there, Tasha was with us. I miss Tasha.
Today is cloudy and wet but we will still go for a walk.
Tomorrow, little kitty Kitcat is going to the vet for her spaying. Mom finds that very tough. I will go with them and after Kitcat is dropped off, Mom and I will go for a walk to try and get her mind off of it. Then, we have a furnace man coming to our house to make sure our furnace is good for the winter. Shortly after that, we will go and pick up Kitcat. Mom is hoping she won't have to wear a cone.
October 13th 2009 8:29 pm
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Prairie Road Trip 2009
I knew we were going on a trip when I jumped into the back of the truck and it was crammed with stuff. This was confirmed when we stopped at the small lake we always stop at when we are going East. Mom and I were heading back to her prairie home town for a family reunion of sorts. I settled into the familiar driving mode ... though it had been two years since we went on such a trip.
We stopped near the place where Mom found Lucky and Squirrel over 6 years ago:
We stopped in Glacier National Park and did a quick trip around the Giant Hemlock interpretive site:
Then, we stopped at a secret campsite that Mom knows about. It has Wapta Falls, Yoho National Park, visible and audible in the background. It was too early to camp there but we had our supper at that spot:
We drove on and Mom almost ran into two black bears on the Icefields Parkway in Banff. Good thing she was driving slow and there was no traffic. She kept going and we camped in the David Thompson park. The stars were bright and there was zero noise all night. Not one car went by. It was amazing. This is the view we awoke to:
More driving and we found ourselves at the home town of the world’s largest bunnock. This is a tourist attraction in Macklin Saskatchewan. A bunnock is the ankle bone of a horse. The place was closed so we didn‘t learn more about it:
We camped in the town of Wilkie, Saskatchewan. The campground was almost empty so I once again could go off leash. We got up before dawn and kept on driving. We next found ourselves in North Battleford, Sask. I got my picture taken with a bison made out of barbed wire:
and a giant Royal Canadian Mounted Policeman and his horse at the museum:
The museum did not allow dogs but was closed anyway. So, we kept on driving as we were very close to Mom’s home town.
We finally made it to uncle N’s house. Uncle N was allowing us to stay at his house for a few days before our cabin up at Loon Lake was ready. Uncle N really likes me and I like him:
The next day, after Mom took me for a walk in the woods, we drove out to visit uncle M at his acreage. He has 7 kitties and 2 dogs and 2 horses. Here is a photo of uncle M having a morning chat with Squeak:
Squeak is a kitty that showed up at his house over 3 years ago. She was pregnant and had 4 healthy kittens. Uncle kept 3 of the kittens, found a good home for one of them (a neighbor, so he sees the kitty all the time) and has had all of them neutered. Here he is telling Squeak that she is a good kitty except for being on the table.
One of Squeak’s kittens is a GIANT cat. His name is Pumpkin. He weighs more than 20 pounds. Uncle finds him to be a very special boy and loves him dearly:
Uncle M was hoping we could fit it and helped Mom load up a chair that she inherited from their Mom. It is a chair that is made out of moose antlers and such. Grandpa made it way back in pioneer days. It made for a lot less room for me in the back of the truck but Mom and uncle really wanted that done. Mom is very proud to have it.
Later in the day, we drove over to auntie L’s house. She had just returned from Ontario. She lost her husband there in January and had finally taken care of the numerous details that it took to move back home. She had just finished making the super long trip with 4 cats:
Mom and uncle M showed up there to help her unpack her camper. While there we saw auntie S and her new baby B. This was the first time Mom saw baby B ever:
Once back at uncle N’s place, he took us on a nice walk. He said I was the best trail dog ever! The best hiking partner a person could have. I love my uncles. Then in the evening, uncle M brought over some stuff that made everyone laugh a lot. Stuff from their past. Auntie L was too tired to visit that night as was auntie S.
The next day, Mom and I got up early, took all of our stuff out of uncle N’s house and put it back in our truck (because that night we were heading to the lake). We then went for our walk in the woods before visiting uncle M for breakfast at his acreage. Once there, uncle M fixed something on Mom’s truck. This is when I got into a bit of trouble. One of his dogs, Reba, and I got in a bit of a scrap. Mom grabbed me by my loose skin on my back end while uncle grabbed Reba and we were pulled a part. None of us got hurt. It wasn’t a serious fight but we scared our people.
Then we went back to uncle N’s to wait for the time to go to the lake. Auntie L showed up and we all visited some more. I am kind of used to them talking forever and I just wait patiently.
Finally, we started driving north. I had never gone this way before and got a bit nervous and was trying to tell Mom that she was going the wrong way! She told me everything was okay and we kept driving. After a while, she stopped and I could smell auntie L and uncle M were near. Sure enough, there they were! In a really nice cabin. I was welcome to come in. Dogs were allowed. Auntie L paid extra so that I could stay there. I was a good boy and fit in real well. This is a photo of our cabin:
Auntie L took a nice picture of me, my uncle M and his partner in the cabin. It was so cozy! I had a nice carpet to relax on in front of the fire and beside Mom’s bed:
Uncle N was not expected to spend the night or come the first day. Auntie S and her family were supposed to but never showed up. Auntie L and uncle M and his partner went out to the fancy lodge for supper. Mom wanted to stay put, wash up and just relax at the cabin. She made her own supper with her camping supplies and we relaxed on the deck:
When they got back, uncle M’s partner had to leave. Uncle M had brought a box full of goodies including some crazy stuff Mom had done as a child. So, auntie L, uncle M, Mom and I spent hours looking through all of that stuff. At one time, something my Mom had drawn made auntie L laugh so hard V-8 juice came out her nose!!! Mom had to get her a towel. So that was a very fun night for my Mom.
Next day, I had a nice long walk with Mom first thing in the morning. Uncle Nelson showed up a bit later on. That was so cool to have those four siblings together. Lots of laughing and talking. Then uncle N took Mom and me on a long walk. He knows most every area of the bush around there. After the walk uncle M and aunt L were going to go to the lodge for fine dining while uncle N and Mom were going to stay at the cabin and visit. Mom had plenty to eat from her camping supplies. Well, the fine diners changed their minds and we all stayed together and ate from Mom’s camping supplies. Uncle M helped Mom give me my dreaded pills that night. I was still taking my 4 pills a day at that time. Yuck. Then, uncle M played a movie he had brought. “Into the Wild“ Based on the true story about Chris McCandless, a young man that escaped into the wild but got in trouble and perished. It was a good movie to watch up in the wilderness of Northern Saskatchewan.
The sad part for my Mom was that her youngest sister, auntie S, did not show up. There was no reason for it. Auntie L had planned this ages ago and auntie S was all for it. Also, auntie L paid for everything. She also paid a lot more to get a big enough cabin to accommodate auntie S, her husband and her three children. Cell phones did not work from up there so there was no way to talk to her. Auntie L would drive out to a phone and get “Yeah, we are coming!” from auntie S. This is what hurts Mom so much. It became obvious that auntie S purposely messed up this family reunion for no good reason. Mom is super sad because she has not seen the older niece and nephew in over two years and just saw the youngest nephew briefly and by accident on that one day at auntie L’s. So that was the down side of this super long drive that we made.
So, next morning we all went on our way. Mom stopped by the graveyard where Grandma and Grandpa are buried. I never met Grandpa but Grandma and I got along real well. Then we started our serious driving all the way home.
Had a nice walk in the David Thompson Park area:
We got caught in an early mountain blizzard up at Peyto Lake viewpoint:
It was really nice to get home and see the kitties. Mom had to pretty well rush off to work right away. That is why it took so long for me to get her to write about the trip for me. She still has a big sad place in her heart over what happened with the younger auntie.
Finally, Mom got through her first work week back and we went for a nice drive and walk around here. This is a photo from that:
That is all for “Road Trip 2009”.
October 13th 2009 10:58 am
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I only got to go on the road trip with Mom because my vet sold us a bottle of 100 antibiotics. This was so that my infection/wound would not flare up on the trip. It closed up just before we left so I didn't have to wear the cone. That was sure a lucky break.
When we got back, Mom discontinued my pills and waited to see what would happen. Those pills were no fun. I had to take four each day and I am not a good patient. Anyhow, after a week everything was fine. The vet had asked Mom to let him know how things went so she called him. She told him everything went well and I had been off the pills for just over a week now. She asked how long before we can quit worrying about the infection and resulting "exit wound" coming back. He said it often comes back within days of discontinuing the pills, but it can take months. It all depends on what is causing the infection. This we do not know. He said, that if it doesn't come back by Christmas then Mom can relax. That will mean the body has either dissolved or encapsulated the foreign object that is causing this.
So, Mom and I have a reason to be anxious for Christmas.
Mom is going to eventually write about our road trip. Soon, I hope.
September 30th 2009 7:50 pm
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Mom and I just got back from our trip today. Mom is very tired and didn't leave enough time between now and going back to work to catch up on our mail. I was a very good boy, except for a brief fight with my cousin rottweiler, Reba. Also, I scared our human nephew, but it wasn't my fault. He just saw me and got scared. Our northern retreat at a cabin was really nice. I was super good there. Squirrel and Kitcat were very happy to see me again and I was happy too. Mom must get some rest. Bark at you all later.
September 2nd 2009 4:49 pm
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Oh, to make matters worse, Kitcat is petrified of me with my cone on! She freaks out and runs away from me. Mom tried to bandage my knee in some way so I don't have to wear the cone, but so far, nothing is staying on.
Kitcat gets a super fat tail whenever she sees me or when I move an inch. Squirrel isn't scared of me at all. Mom took the cone off briefly to see what would happen and Kitcat immediately came over for cuddles. Then, she put the cone back on (as I right away tried to like my wound) and Kitcat took off like I was the devil. We will see if she gets used to me with the cone on eventually. If not, it is going to be a long and super sad week. I miss my cuddle sessions with Kitcat.
September 2nd 2009 12:51 pm
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Just when we thought my knee was almost 100%, I developed a little lump on it. This time it looked angry red and was weeping liquid. Then, it would shrink down and look fine again. This went on for a few days until it looked like it had split open. I was for sure licking at it or worse. So, off to the vet we went today. I was real good at the vet clinic and they didn't have to hurt me. But, they hurt Mom instead. They told her I might need surgery. They want to go in there and see if I have something in there like a splinter or a pellet or something foreign. They said they might find nothing and just cut out some of the infection and sew me back up. Option number two was to try antibiotics again and keep me from licking it. If that doesn't work then I will need an $800 surgery. The vet thought Mom should just get the surgery done and get it over with. Maybe the vet doesn't think $800 is a lot of money. Mom isn't sure what to do but decided to try the antibiotics one more time. When we got home she dragged out Tasha's cone from when she had cancer. It barely fit over my head. I'm not too pleased about wearing that for a week. And if my wound doesn't go away, I will need surgery and have to wear the cone for another two weeks! Ugh! What about my road trip?
The good news is there is no talk of anything more serious like cancer and my joint is sound and I am not in pain. And Mom will be home to nurse me during this week.
Now I understand why Tasha hated this thing as much as she did. It still has my teeth marks on it from when I pulled it off for her when Mom wasn't looking.
We are praying that one week of pills and one week of wearing the cone will take care of it.
August 16th 2009 9:58 am
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A cute little doggie named "Crystal" just told me I was diary pick!
Thank you! I am now even more happy than I was when I wrote that diary entry!
August 15th 2009 1:45 pm
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I am done taking pills. My knee is still swollen, but much better. I don't have to go back to the vet.
I am getting along real well with the new kitten, Kitcat. She is all over me! At first I didn't know what to think of this kitten circling my food bowl while I was trying to eat. I got a bit defensive about that, but then Mom yelled "Lobo! NO!" and snatched the kitten away. Now, I let her bug me while I eat. I even groom her. She rubs up against me and acts like I am her dog. I guess I am! Her and Squirrel are crazy when they play together. At that point, I just want to get out of the way and I go back outside.
Now, for the really good news! Mom is getting a canopy for her new truck. So, I can ride in style! I have been riding in a dog crate in the back of her truck since late June. It will be nice to have the canopy. Then, the back of her truck is like my own house. On our trips, Mom sleeps back there with me.
Also, Mom and I are going on a road trip. We are going for a really long trip out to a remote resort up in Northern Saskatchewan. We haven't gone on a big road trip for 2 years. I will get to see my aunts and uncles and maybe even gophers!!!
I am a happy dog.
July 29th 2009 5:55 pm
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I'll let Mom tell the story as she told it to her family ..... But I am NOT a big baby.
I discovered a large lump on Lobo's knee on Tuesday morning. It was filled with liquid. He was limping. I waited a day then called the vet this morning. His appointment was for 2:40pm. The hottest part of these wretched hot days.
I did cram him into the back of my new truck cab. I had to remove the center console and still it was a tight fit. (There goes the new truck smell.) He needed help and whined when I lifted his back end. I don't know if that was from pain or just him not being used to me picking up his back end. Anyhow, he was perfect on the drive. settled right in even though it mustn't be too comfortable for him. Lumpy. But the air conditioning was good for him.
Super long wait at the vet, but he was good there despite the parade of cats and dogs through there. There was an amazing resident cat. He is glossy black and just slept on a chair through it all. Lobo sniffed him. I did see a woman carry out a gorgeous tabby cat, and then another woman in tears and young boy consoling her. A person in the waiting room told me the kitty was only 1 year old and had been diagnosed with renal failure. That made me cry. It was less than two months ago that I was in that clinic crying over my beloved Tasha.
Once inside the examination room, the vet asked a few questions then took Lobo out back for the torture. He shaved his knee and then stuck him full of holes. He had to see what was in there before he knew how to proceed. Then, he brought him back in to me. Poor Lobo cried like a baby and circled me about 20 times when he got back to me. He was not in pain, just being a big cry baby like he is. He is a Momma's boy and I like that.
Vet was sweating and said, he is a big and hairy boy, isn't he? Then he said he was actually quite good during what he had to have done to him. This vet is good with Lobo. He isn't scared of him.
Vet said he drained over 100 ml of stuff from his lump.
Vet said the substance was blood tinged (called it something that I don't remember) and was most likely caused by a torn muscle or some other injury. He said that was a good thing. Had it been just blood he would have suspected something more serious like a tumour. It may fill up again and if it does he might have to put in a drainage tube. But we are hoping it won't. He is on pain pills and anti-biotics because of all the holes the vet had to put in his leg. He probably wrecked his leg running up and down the fence or up and down the deck stairs when I wasn't home. Sounds like he will be just fine.
He made a big baby fit at the front desk while I was waiting to pay and everyone thought he was funny. Then he settled down and was good for the rest of the trip. He only barked at one dog the whole time. And that was outside the clinic and the other dog barked first. The other dog was a gorgeous Burnese Mountain Bear Dog.
I guess I could have just left Lobo as he was for a few more days, but it was quite uncomfortable for him. Plus, I was worried. And, starting Friday, I am working ten days in a row.
Vet said to consider it a giant blood blister. Painful, but not too serious.
Oh, and I am allowed to walk him as much as he wants starting tomorrow.
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