Missy's Mama Again

I'm not going to name the clinic because I don't want to. My girl is home and safe, she's away from the doctor/specialist who I seriously have doubts as to his people skills based on phone conversations with me over Missy's time at the clinic.

However, the thing that bothers me the most is that he believes that most owners are ignorant slobs who wouldn't know their way around a medical report. I dont claim to be a doctor or anything of the sort. However, I *have* spent a lot of my waking hours since Missy began us all on this journey reading up on liver issues/diet/medication.

So frankly I don't know if I'm going to be doing anything about him or the fact they charged me for a liver shunt surgery and didn't do that, but instead just looked around inside her, did some tests without telling me (and then argues with me about how he told me he did) and charged me the lower price of the quote he had given me based on a liver shunt.

But for Missy, I'm choosing to just let it go for now. I need to make sure she has a positive vibe around her as we start down a new road of trying to find her something she'd like to eat in her new range of food choices *G*

Missy's Mama Checkin In

Well apparently the good news is, my girl doesn't have a shunt. The BAD news is that her liver was smaller than what it should be and it's because of a tentative diagnosis of MVD, which is Microvascular Dysplasia.

It means basically that her little liver didn't develop properly in the womb.

She should be fine with meds and a low protein diet if this is the case. We won't know for sure this is what she has until the biopsy results return.

So for now, I just want my girl home and soon she will be. We can pick her back up tonight and I'll then relay the story of how unimpressed I am with this clinic who was supposed to be the best.

Going to the Hospital Tomorrow!

Well we've come down to the final wire, Mama and Grandpa are taking me to the hospital tomorrow. I have to go in for what Mama says is going to have the boys relaxing for three days and Mama's going to be crying for three days operation.

I have to be there before 8 am and I cant eat for at least 8 hours before that, so Mama has to clean up all my treats and keep me out of trouble so I dont eat anything. But I can drink water till then and she's packing me a little bag of things so that I don't think they've left me behind.

(Mom note: her blanket, a couple of toys, some treats to prompt her to eat for them)

Mama's scared but I don't know any better, i've been this way since I was a baby. So nowhere to go but up right?

More importantly fellow puppies, hopefully she'll stop hugging me so tight and sticking medication down my throat!!!

Mama says I'm sick

Mama has this habit of talking to me when we go to bed, she pets me and loves on me and then tells me about what i have done to make her proud.

She has told me that I'm sick.

I don't think I'm sick but she knows more than me, her nose is always in a book or on the computer. She says that I have a liver shunt and that I apparently from when i was just born, have had it always.

I've had a bile acid test, i've had blood work, i have an ultrasound which caused me to have a crooked brazilian haircut *down there*

And now on the 21st of October, I'm going to have the constrictor ring put on my liver shunt and Mama's worried. I can tell because she hugs me too hard and she cries.

But Dr. Mason, my specialist said he could see on the ultrasound just one and that this surgery has an 85% success rate and he's got me on meds to prep me for it and Mama says that I'm going to grow up to be an old fiesty lady.

Damn right, someone's got to kick Garfield's tushie! hahahaha

Mama says I'm a stah!!!

Today Mama went and checked on her email (paw mail for two leggers) and started to squeal. Apparently I'm the pup of the day for today! I, let me tell you, am very confused as Mama says Im her pup of the day every day but I thank you everybody for the honor.

Mama says that's the shortest acceptance speech she can type without laughing at me.

Puppies, let me tell you ... my mama is weird!!

Its Been Awhile

I blame this on my typist *shoots a woof at mama* who says that creativity can't be rushed. However she says that my childhood has been.

Don't ask me puppies, I don't understand two legged logic either.

I've gotten bigger and my colors have changed, so Mama put up a new picture of me to show you that I'm a blonde, a trouble making little blonde if you ask Nanny and Grandpa but hey, my full name isn't Mischief for nothing, do you know what I mean fellow puppies?

Somehow, I think you do more than my two leggers!!!

I's been ROBBED!!

Mama says I'm losing teeth, I don't remember dropping them. I think they've been stolen.

After she stopped laughing and trying to get Grandpa and Nanny to see the empty spaces in my mouth, Mama explained that I'm growing up and going to be a big girl and this is just a case of losing my baby teeth so I can get big girl teeth and my mouth won't hurt all the time like it does now.

Doesn't mean I'm not going to be tugging on her hair and my toys and especially big brother's ear. Especially when big brother's being a dork in front of his girlfriend.

Yeah, I said it... Garfield's got a girlfriend, her name is Maya.

My job ... keep the loon in line, because he's embarassing to watch haha!

From the desk of Missy Sorenstam Puppy ... age 3 months

Mama is a loon and I think that I have discovered that it's genetic, she gets it from her daddy, who is my grandpa!

Last night I discovered this lumpy little white thing (1) not to be confused dear readers with my lumpy giant white thing (2) and it ROLLED, oh my sainted bones ... it's brilliant!

So of course me being me (as opposed to say dunno, perhaps even bigger brother) I decide to poke, prod, push and follow the lumpy little white thing around the kitchen.

Which has Mama telling Grandpa about it and then he calls me Missy Sorenstam, Mama telling him no it should be Missy Annika and then he tells Mama that if even bigger brother is Zach Nicklaus then I am Missy Sorenstam.

I have no idea who those people are, but dog oh dog ... the lumpy little white thing is HARD on my teeth, I like lumpy little white thing!

*nom nom nom - gnaw gnaw gnaw*

(1) Mama's note: our older two dogs play *golf* with my dad in the spring and summer, he *putts* for them and they go chasing the balls.

(2) Mama's note: she has a rubber ball that is a replica of a snowball, even says so on the ball BOL!!

You're going to stick that WHERE?

So, I went to the vet for my 12 week boosters. We're not going to discuss how this was NOT how I wanted to spend my birfday, but Mama is weird like that.

He told Mama I have a bit of an underbite, I think it adds to my style and the vet told Mama is nothing to worry about. She told the vet that she finds how I eat funny, it gives me character.

I'm a very healthy girl and I come in at a dainty 5 pounds, 13 ounces. I'm very dainty, just ask even bigger brother who I keep scaring.

The vet asked Mama questions and then came the hard part .. he showed me he was an alien by sticking me with an anal probe. Let me tell you one thing, if you EVER stick something there, you best buy this girl dinner first!

Then he pokes me in the back with a needle, hoo boy did I yelp. But then he gets a second thing and shoves it up my nose.

Now I'm only 3 months, not too sure of the world, but what kind of vaccination goes up someone's nose?

Just call me Sneezy y'all!!

It's my birfday ... what's a birfday

So Mama since about midnight starts loving up on me. Not a bad thing at all because smoochies work for me, you know what I mean?

She then tells me that it's my birfday and I'm three months old.

What's a birfday?

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From the desk of Missy's Mama:

We had a bit of a breakthrough with the biting on me thanks to my dad, who was watching her and I interact and remarked on how she didn't bite him that way. He showed me a little hold to do when she starts and to tell her no. So far, so good.

She had a busy night last night with the snowstorm, she's discovered how to go up and down the deck stairs. Heh, the furry brothers have no idea what's in store for them now.

In keeping with her year of "firsts", she's going for her first visit with her vet and getting her 12 week boosters tonight. This should be interesting, most of our family friends go to this clinic, so haven't heard a bad thing about them.

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Enough of Mama talking, it's MY page not her page *makes with the shoo paws at Mama to go back to translating for me*

Remember, the small shall inheirit the earth and we're going to give it to my brother Garfield, because he is a nerd of massive proportions!