Today is the day that Paxton goes to the Vet again. This time they will take a look around and see if they can figure out why he isn’t feeling well. He wasn’t allowed to have anything to eat or drink after midnight last night. Talk about torture. No breakfast. A PON’s worst nightmare. Actually ANY skipped meal is a PON’s worst nightmare.
My human is dropping him off on her way to work. Not that she will get much work done – waiting by the phone. And Frodo and I will be anxiously awaiting news at home. Chances are good he will be wearing the cone of shame when he gets home.
It’s a good thing my human is off for the next four days. She can baby him – and of course play multiple games with Frodo and I while Pax sleeps. Yesterday morning we all played the “let’s get up at 4AM game” – just because. My human woke up because Pax was standing and breathing in her face – so she thought he needed to go out. She quickly got dressed, and yet by the time she did, he was fast asleep. She took him out anyway. He didn’t REALLY need to go. But then Frodo and I wanted to go. First Frodo and then me. UNFORTUNATELY, I had a rather awkward accident – the horrible cling-ons. I didn’t even want to walk home. I was walking like a cowboy who just got off a LONG trail ride. So at 4:25 yesterday morning, I was getting a rather unwelcome half-bath. With the back half of me being scrubbed. After THAT was done, my human realized she had forgotten to put out the garbage the night before – so she loaded cans into the vehicle and drove them up to the road. All before 4:50AM. Of course Frodo and I then wanted breakfast – but she said “NO WAY” – and she went back to bed for a half hour. The woman has no stamina.
So today we await news on our big brother. Please say a prayer to Saint Roch – the patron saint of dogs – or Saint Francis – patron saint of animals. I think those guys have an “in” with the BIG guy. Paws crossed we have some good news tomorrow….
© Linda Wozniak
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What’s tripe?
The Paxton story continues…
So my human was up before dawn because we had a bad weather forecast for yesterday- and there was NO WAY she would miss Paxton’s appointment. He wasn’t hungry in the morning at all, and as usual, Frodo and I screamed at him for not eating. We have become accustomed to being sequestered while he eats – or he doesn’t eat. If one could literally translate what we are saying it would be something like ” FOR THE LOVE OF HEAVEN, WHY are you not eating? PLEASE, PLEASE let us show you how it’s done!!!!!!!!!”
They left the house about an hour early – at which point snow had turned to freezing rain. Old Pax bounded into the vehicle – he was just relieved to get away from us screaming PONs. He had his ultrasound. And the good news? The Vets saw no big tumors. The bad news? They still don’t know why he is sick. So he will be having something called exploratory surgery on Thursday. I hope when they go exploring that they find something he might have eaten. Probably not likely – but let’s face it, Pax HAS been known to ingest things that most dogs wouldn’t even consider eating.
And speaking of eating, on the way home from the Vet, my human stopped at the Pet Food place to see if she could find SOMETHING he would like. The girls there know us, and they filled a bag with a bunch of samples for Pax to try. And my human bought something called “canned tripe.” I have no idea WHAT that stuff is – but ooooooo-eeeee, it smells like it would be good to roll in. And from Paxton’s reaction, the stuff tastes yummy too!! He QUICKLY ate a half of a can. Without stopping. It’s the best his appetite has been in a few days. What IS that tripe stuff? Frodo said I probably don’t want to know.
So we are back to the waiting game with Paxton. And as we know, waiting is not something I like to do – and neither does my human. But for now, Paxton will get WHATEVER he wants to eat, and Frodo and I will continue our mournful serenade. And we will enjoy every minute we have with our big bro, and keep praying that the doctors can make him better.
Now I just need to figure out how to use a can opener to get into that tripe stuff …
Bunnies and other stuff
Sunday was another yo-yo day. Paxton was not at all hungry and Frodo and I basically screamed when he wouldn’t eat. We wanted his leftovers. He eventually did eat some steak. And lots and lots of biscuits. My human thinks he just has an appetite for junk food. Today he will go to the Vet to see how they can make him better…..
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Another yo-yo day. One minute Paxton seems perfectly normal, and the next, my human is whisking him off to the emergency clinic. They have now learned at the clinic that she is a truly neurotic human when it comes to us dogs. The bottom line – Paxton was having a good day – he went for a good walk, quickly ate ALL of his breakfast, and was in a good mood. My human went out for breakfast with an old friend and when they came back to the house, she thought Paxton’s colour was not good. So off they went to the clinic – only to find out he was NOT in distress. He came home and after some coaxing, ate most of his dinner. Frodo and I beg him to NOT finish so we can get the leftovers. Not much luck in the food department yesterday.
Say a prayer…
Things in our house are difficult right now. Paxton is not well…It began when the dog sitter was here. Remember how he didn’t want to eat, unless she held the bowl for him? Well, I’m afraid it has continued…and my human is very concerned. He doesn’t want to eat at all. So my human took him to the Vet yesterday. And Paxton had blood work done. He is anemic. So when you have a Bernese Mountain Dog and you have anemia, in a dog who is refusing to eat…well the probable diagnosis is not good. My human keeps searching for some treatable causes for the anemia – but most sites lead to inevitable bad news. She has decided to stop searching the net. For now.
Paxton will be going for something called an ultrasound on Monday. Until then, Frodo and I are quite happy to eat anything Pax doesn’t want. But honestly? We have been very nice to him. We know he doesn’t feel well. And neither does our human…
I’ll try to write some other news between now and Monday, just to get my mind off my big brother. But he sure needs lots of good thoughts and prayers right now…
© Linda Wozniak
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day. The day they say everyone is Irish. Unless you are a Polish Lowland Sheepdog. I’m always Polish.
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She’s back
Well my human has returned. She got in late last night. There was much leaping for joy when she arrived. When she came in, Frodo barked incessantly, telling her she should not have gone away without us. Paxton nearly knocked her over, trying to get as close to her as possible. And I went to look in the bags for the guilt gifts. And boy did we score. Some cool retrieving toys – which you know are for me since I’m the best retriever in this house. Then there were some dumb bells – which would obviously be for Frodo.
Crufts 2016 comes to a close
So my human survived the last day of Crufts. She thinks they could have a reality TV show – Survivor Crufts. You have to make it through 5 exhibition halls WITHOUT buying anything at the one million vendors, have to sit through at LEAST one breed judging that has more than 50 dogs – with extra points if you sit through ALL the Labradors, you must attend obedience trials for at least 20 dogs and you must stay until the whole program is done at the end of the night. Oh and you have to talk to people at 5 different Discover Dogs booths. And that’s just the first day.

























