Last wednesday I had to get both Dillon and Flint (15 yo jack russell) to the vet for a follow-up visit for Dillon and Flint has had something going on with his ear.
Dillon sat still and very calm while his stitches came out. Once out, the vet felt the bump on his head again, The vet looked up and sort of smiled. He said that Dillon didn't seem to have ANY more pain at all. The tissue wasn't soft in the back anymore. After that good news, my only question was "Are we going to do anything with this Dome of Notre Dame on his head?" "Nope" was his answer.
I feel bad that he has this goofy sort of appeance, I mean, are the other dogs going to tease him? I'm kidding of course, I am thrilled that he is fine and will hopefully continue to be the great puppy, 9 mo. old 87 lb. puppy, for a long time. He's a great guy. I'll even say it again. whoever it was that dumped him that ditch, missed out on what a great friend they could have had.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Sorry, but WTF???
I had to take the day off work today because I am waiting for the propane man to get here to hook up and fill my new tank. I'm sitting here watching TV and Festus runs to window the barking. I get up and assume it's the propane truck. I look out the window and see the garbage man backing his truck down the highway. I watched,
wondering what the crap he was doing, thinking maybe he dropped stuff out the back. He stopped when he got to the corner of the pasture fence , put it in park, jumps out and throws a handful of whatever over the fence. Whaaaat?
I go ruuning out the back door barefooted just in time to see them heading east past the front of the house. I run back in the house and quickly pull my boots on. I run out to the pasture to see if I can get the dog away from whatever it was tossed over the fence. I yelled and the dog ran to the barn I run to the gate, my boots now filling with snow (no time to tie them up). I couldn't get the gate open, the snow was far too deep. I had to climb the fence.
Once on the grond on the inside of the pasture fence I make my way through the snow towards the front corner. I start looking around the best I can for ANYTHING that shouldn't be there. I get a very slight whiff of something but couldn't really say what it was. I finally see something red, half covered with snow. I grab it and the see another and grab that, I looked around for more and couldn't find any. I climbed back over the fence and went in the house.
Back in the house I found that I had two gravy coated dog biscuits. Right now I don't know if I want to be FURIOUS or understanding? I am sure the guy means well but..........what the HELL? WHO DOES THIS??
I got on the phone and called the company up. I told the lady that answered where I lived and what I had just witnessed. I got as far as "Throwing something over the fence..." and she stopped me with "Do you have a big dog out there? I told her yes and she tells me that the guys has been told by the rest of his crew he shouldn' t be doing that. Then she tells me that she will tell him when he comes in not to do that. In the same breath she revises that and says she is going to tell the business owner he is not to do that anymore.
Well, now I feel somewhat like a heel. The gesture probably would not have hurt the dog, but he stil should not have done it. I guess I'm not really mad, but I'm not sure how I should feel about the whole thing. This guy had no idea if the dog was on a special diet or anything about the dog.
The dog is a working dog. He has a job to do. That job is to protect the livestock he is pastured with. Protect them from threats that border his perimeter, be they stray dogs, raccoons, groundhogs, overhead threat of birds, coyotes and yes, HUMANS.
I told the receptionist I wasn' really mad, but a lot of time and effort goes into training a livestock guardian dog. To have him, week after week re-train my dog to think it is now OK to go ahead and just open the gate up, more or less, for anyone that comes along withj a biscuit?
I am now thinking about moving the pasture to the back of my property, it will make the dog have to work even harder and cost me more $$$, but what choice do I have?
I guess I am just pretty much PO'd.
wondering what the crap he was doing, thinking maybe he dropped stuff out the back. He stopped when he got to the corner of the pasture fence , put it in park, jumps out and throws a handful of whatever over the fence. Whaaaat?
I go ruuning out the back door barefooted just in time to see them heading east past the front of the house. I run back in the house and quickly pull my boots on. I run out to the pasture to see if I can get the dog away from whatever it was tossed over the fence. I yelled and the dog ran to the barn I run to the gate, my boots now filling with snow (no time to tie them up). I couldn't get the gate open, the snow was far too deep. I had to climb the fence.
Once on the grond on the inside of the pasture fence I make my way through the snow towards the front corner. I start looking around the best I can for ANYTHING that shouldn't be there. I get a very slight whiff of something but couldn't really say what it was. I finally see something red, half covered with snow. I grab it and the see another and grab that, I looked around for more and couldn't find any. I climbed back over the fence and went in the house.
Back in the house I found that I had two gravy coated dog biscuits. Right now I don't know if I want to be FURIOUS or understanding? I am sure the guy means well but..........what the HELL? WHO DOES THIS??
I got on the phone and called the company up. I told the lady that answered where I lived and what I had just witnessed. I got as far as "Throwing something over the fence..." and she stopped me with "Do you have a big dog out there? I told her yes and she tells me that the guys has been told by the rest of his crew he shouldn' t be doing that. Then she tells me that she will tell him when he comes in not to do that. In the same breath she revises that and says she is going to tell the business owner he is not to do that anymore.
Well, now I feel somewhat like a heel. The gesture probably would not have hurt the dog, but he stil should not have done it. I guess I'm not really mad, but I'm not sure how I should feel about the whole thing. This guy had no idea if the dog was on a special diet or anything about the dog.
The dog is a working dog. He has a job to do. That job is to protect the livestock he is pastured with. Protect them from threats that border his perimeter, be they stray dogs, raccoons, groundhogs, overhead threat of birds, coyotes and yes, HUMANS.
I told the receptionist I wasn' really mad, but a lot of time and effort goes into training a livestock guardian dog. To have him, week after week re-train my dog to think it is now OK to go ahead and just open the gate up, more or less, for anyone that comes along withj a biscuit?
I am now thinking about moving the pasture to the back of my property, it will make the dog have to work even harder and cost me more $$$, but what choice do I have?
I guess I am just pretty much PO'd.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Test results are back
I was over in Celina this morning filling out a job application and since my vet was less thana mile away I thought I'd stop just to say hi. I was lucky, the mail had already gotten there. The test results for Dillon had arrived! I don't really know all the tests they did with their samples, but all came back normal. That was the best news I've had in a while!
Dillon goes back to the vet on Wednesday to get his stitches out. I'm hopeful that the doctor has an idea on what we can do next. His head still hurts (of course, he just had it cut open). I wonder if when I allowed them to cut him open and get the samples if it could or will have irritated it even more and then in fact make the whole thing worse, I guess that COULD HAPPEN.
Right now he is happy and I am thrilled that everything was normal.
Dillon goes back to the vet on Wednesday to get his stitches out. I'm hopeful that the doctor has an idea on what we can do next. His head still hurts (of course, he just had it cut open). I wonder if when I allowed them to cut him open and get the samples if it could or will have irritated it even more and then in fact make the whole thing worse, I guess that COULD HAPPEN.
Right now he is happy and I am thrilled that everything was normal.
Time.....
Having days off in the middle of the week seems a strange thing. I can't remember having a day off when I didn't h\e some kind of plans.. 4ome that wasn't planned out weeks ago. I am almost finished with the book I'm reading, so maybe I'll go buy another book. Maybe I should get somwhat nice clothes on get out and get a few part-time job apps. That is probably a lost cause but I Don't think I have a choice. Ours hours got cut at work starting this week so I have to try to re-coop. if I have to take 8 hours off a week then I figure I have a couple days a week free. I'll find something to keep me busy, idle time does me no good at all.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Return from vet
I picked up Dillon last night form the vet. I guess I was expecting just a small band-aid or something. Instead I find that he now looks like a Frankenstein dog. He has stitches running both directions from side to side. They got their samples but won't know
anything until later this week.
Finally have a better picture of the poor guy!
They should get the results back sometime this week I HOPE! He is still a happy go lucky guy. He plays with Festus and still tries to get Flint to play (that doesn't happen). He is very very good when he is in the house. He is just a great dog.
anything until later this week.
Finally have a better picture of the poor guy!
They should get the results back sometime this week I HOPE! He is still a happy go lucky guy. He plays with Festus and still tries to get Flint to play (that doesn't happen). He is very very good when he is in the house. He is just a great dog.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Dillon update.....
I called the vet today just after lunch about Dillon. The receptionist that answered the phone told me he did good and is up and walking right now, but that he was going to put me on hold as the vet wanted to talk to me. Oh great……….The vet gets on the phone and starts telling me everything she did. I have no medical background, so most of the first 5 or 6 mins of the phone call was just “BLAH BLAH BLAH…BLAH BLAH BLAH”…? She finally said …BLAH BLAH BLAH when I got him opened up and could see the tissue I could see nothing wrong with it. It looked normal, good color just thick. She was expecting to find some vascular type tissue but it wasn’t there. She went down far enough to get a bone sample as well and is being sent out today for testing. The other vet was coming into work just as she was closing and they both talked about it and neither one could come up with anything. It’s just strange. I get to go pick him up tonight when I get off work….IF…the roads are OK (they were TERRIBLE at lunchtime. I will try to keep all up to date on this.
Falling Snow........
The falling snow started this morning around 9:30 and is expected to continue through Friday morning. If I was a weatherman, I could sit here and say we could get anywhere from 1 to 10". I'm thinking that would be a DREAM job! You'd almost NEVER have to be right and yet you get to keep your job. How fun would that be?! : )
Monday, January 4, 2010
**UPDATE**
The Tossed out puppy "Dillon"
Since the beginning of August/start of September 2009 Dillon has gained roughly 60#.
the morning after I found him he had to be taken to the vet. It was determined he was PARVO positive and was placed on IV's for 5 days. I bought him home at the end of the week and he did nothing but get better and put on weight. In October I took him to get his first round of puppy shots. In November, I took him back in to the vet because he had this big bump on his head. Whenever you touched it he would cry out. The vet decided to give him antibiotics thinking it was possibly a bone infection. When those pills ran out I took him back because the bump had not gone away, in fact it was a bit larger. They took three x-rays of his head and you could see on the films that there was SOMETHING there, but what, they didn't know. Again Dillon was prescribed with two more pills to take, one being a stronger antibiotic, to be taken for three weeks. Well, all the pills are gone. Dillon went back to the vet Saturday the 2nd. The vet was perplexed. The bump was much larger now and harder in the front. It was growing back over the top of his skull. The whole top of his skull seems to be covered with this growth. Very hard in the front, but newer growth is softer but still very firm and very sensitive. The vet then asked me "how far do you want to go with this". I almost lost it on that question, but held it together. I asked what the options were. He told me I could see a specialist at Ohio State but he wasn't sure what else he could do. I asked him if he could just cut him open and see what the heck was there. He said he couldn't do that, but maybe he could get a sample and send it off. He said he would find out how much that was and be back. When he came back he sat down and showed me the paper. I asked him that if we did this, at least we can maybe find out what we are dealing with right? He said he hoped so, that he had never seen anything like this. So, Dillon goes back the vet Wednesday night for a Friday morning operation to get a bone sample. Knowing how his life has been so far, I almost hating my self for not just putting him down when I found. That way he wouldn't be having to go through this crap now. I feel so bad for him. He is such a great guy (even though I now believe he might be part MASTIFF). He always wants to be included in on everything. When he can't be included he just sits waits. He rarely barks unless there is no room left on my lap (how much room came there be with a 70+# pooch wanting up?!). I a way, I don't even want to take him back, but I have to know. If I CAN do something I will. If I just can't, I can't. I have a lot of animals depending on me with a crapper of an economy going on Dillon was placed in my care I have to do what I can do.
Since the beginning of August/start of September 2009 Dillon has gained roughly 60#.
the morning after I found him he had to be taken to the vet. It was determined he was PARVO positive and was placed on IV's for 5 days. I bought him home at the end of the week and he did nothing but get better and put on weight. In October I took him to get his first round of puppy shots. In November, I took him back in to the vet because he had this big bump on his head. Whenever you touched it he would cry out. The vet decided to give him antibiotics thinking it was possibly a bone infection. When those pills ran out I took him back because the bump had not gone away, in fact it was a bit larger. They took three x-rays of his head and you could see on the films that there was SOMETHING there, but what, they didn't know. Again Dillon was prescribed with two more pills to take, one being a stronger antibiotic, to be taken for three weeks. Well, all the pills are gone. Dillon went back to the vet Saturday the 2nd. The vet was perplexed. The bump was much larger now and harder in the front. It was growing back over the top of his skull. The whole top of his skull seems to be covered with this growth. Very hard in the front, but newer growth is softer but still very firm and very sensitive. The vet then asked me "how far do you want to go with this". I almost lost it on that question, but held it together. I asked what the options were. He told me I could see a specialist at Ohio State but he wasn't sure what else he could do. I asked him if he could just cut him open and see what the heck was there. He said he couldn't do that, but maybe he could get a sample and send it off. He said he would find out how much that was and be back. When he came back he sat down and showed me the paper. I asked him that if we did this, at least we can maybe find out what we are dealing with right? He said he hoped so, that he had never seen anything like this. So, Dillon goes back the vet Wednesday night for a Friday morning operation to get a bone sample. Knowing how his life has been so far, I almost hating my self for not just putting him down when I found. That way he wouldn't be having to go through this crap now. I feel so bad for him. He is such a great guy (even though I now believe he might be part MASTIFF). He always wants to be included in on everything. When he can't be included he just sits waits. He rarely barks unless there is no room left on my lap (how much room came there be with a 70+# pooch wanting up?!). I a way, I don't even want to take him back, but I have to know. If I CAN do something I will. If I just can't, I can't. I have a lot of animals depending on me with a crapper of an economy going on Dillon was placed in my care I have to do what I can do.
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