Well, he is back in the hospital. We just can't get him back up to working condition.
After all, he is 9 years old and has a lot of breed defects which cause health problems. And he has Separation Anxiety. He is happy to leave me and go with someone else, but he barks, howls and acts like he is having a nervous breakdown if he is crated or I walk out the door with out him. He is good for 15 feet but if I go beyond that he starts screaming.
When he is not able to work I suffer because I depend on him.
I don't sleep, don't eat, and am generally foggy minded.
My Service Dog keeps me focused and reduces anxiety.
While he has been home we managed to start my patio garden.
Don't know if things will grow well or not.
When I get downhearted POO gets me back up. He has pain but, in-spite of that, he is happy to meet people and other animals.
9 years is a respectable amount of time for a Service Dog to be on the job. I have not been able to find a retirement arrangement for him because of his medical needs.
So we will muddle on as long he can be mended. He will let us know when he is ready to stop trying.
We never formed an emotional bond so that will help me when the time comes.
I've had a PSD since 1980 and this is not the first time I've faced this problem.
It's a beautiful day but I need my POO back home to boss me around.
I've stocked up on green beans ;-)
tow-sans POO
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
April Bright side
Things got brighter. My neighbor got the car started and my ex-husband brought a battery charger for me to use when I needed it.
For a few days the car cranked and ran with no problem.
POO got sick and I took him to his doctor on the 10th and got some pills for his arthritis and he weighed in at a whopping 15 lbs! He should weigh 10-11 lbs.
At first we thought his back was sore because he has a new friend to play with. She is a 9 month old Yorkie and she has reached her full weight of 3 lbs. Smart and cute. POO is smitten. She zips and zooms around ( airborne most of the time ) while the best POO can do is dance around and roll over to beg for her attention. He stands at my back door howling to her and she has slipped out and made it across the street to see him.
After the visit to his doctor I began giving him his arthritis pill every morning but the second day he had a down turn and I rushed him back. This time it is a bladder inflection in addition to his back problem. So he was in the dog hospital from Monday until today. He is home but not a happy camper.
The car wouldn't start yesterday so I used the battery charger and it cranked right up.
We think my problem is with the battery cables.
Now I just need to take POO for a summer haircut and get the battery cables for my car.
Got everything to plant my patio garden. Could use some sunshine.
tow- and my green bean eating, on a diet, POO
For a few days the car cranked and ran with no problem.
POO got sick and I took him to his doctor on the 10th and got some pills for his arthritis and he weighed in at a whopping 15 lbs! He should weigh 10-11 lbs.
At first we thought his back was sore because he has a new friend to play with. She is a 9 month old Yorkie and she has reached her full weight of 3 lbs. Smart and cute. POO is smitten. She zips and zooms around ( airborne most of the time ) while the best POO can do is dance around and roll over to beg for her attention. He stands at my back door howling to her and she has slipped out and made it across the street to see him.
After the visit to his doctor I began giving him his arthritis pill every morning but the second day he had a down turn and I rushed him back. This time it is a bladder inflection in addition to his back problem. So he was in the dog hospital from Monday until today. He is home but not a happy camper.
The car wouldn't start yesterday so I used the battery charger and it cranked right up.
We think my problem is with the battery cables.
Now I just need to take POO for a summer haircut and get the battery cables for my car.
Got everything to plant my patio garden. Could use some sunshine.
tow- and my green bean eating, on a diet, POO
Friday, April 3, 2009
April_09
April first started with a haphazard near miss for the-POO when we made an early morning run to the grocery store.
He doesn't understand that not all cars will stop for him to lead me in front of them and so I try to find an empty buggy in the parking lot so that I can settle him on his rug up safe in the kiddy seat. Wouldn't you know that there wasn't one on the outside that morning. I tighten up on his leash and we make our way the few feet to the handicapped entrance and there is a very happy talkative rotund woman standing there with her empty buggy. She is talking left and right and laughing and not moving. After a few minutes she backed up to talk to some people behind her...they saw me and others waiting.
I make it inside the door to where the buggies are stored and slacked the tension on POO's leash so naturally he moved about 18 inches to my left. When I try to pry the buggy loose I sensed movement behind me and yanked POO's leash hard enough to scoot him in front of me and under another buggy to get him out of harm's way.
Sure enough it was the same happy woman who had blocked the handicapped entrance.
I think she must have two speeds...Wide Open and Barrel-Arseing Through.
Now, POO is smart about some things and when I indicate so he knows to, "Puppy Down". While he is down in a safe place I start to try to a buggy loose again.
Foolish me.
I didn't get beat up but I ended up fending off another woman who wanted to pet the poor little dog and got me told off for miss treating him. I tell her I need to get inside and she calls me Ugly...well, by then I'm begging, "Please just let us get inside. We are cold."
The buggy pops loose, I get the rug in place and give POO the, "Up" command. He puts his paws on my knees and I lift him up and settle him on his rug in the kiddy seat.
Then we make inside and do a fast shop for needful things and stop by the Deli for a takeout breakfast of catfish, large grits sausage and gravy and a biscuit.
We get home where POO's harness comes off first then I get the refrigerated items put away and we eat our breakfast.
We pile in the bed.
Two hours later I'm awake with a splitting headache. I start drinking milk to get my blood sugar back up.
That night we pig out on spaghetti and meatballs.
Last year my car's battery died on me and I spent months and more than a comfortable amount amount of money to have it fixed. Three months later it needed fixing again. Cost me again.
I went to a different place and he said the alternator was putting out and told me to drive it every day.
I have.
It died on me again this morning.
But on the bright side...as soon as I can see it, I'll wright about it.
towwad
He doesn't understand that not all cars will stop for him to lead me in front of them and so I try to find an empty buggy in the parking lot so that I can settle him on his rug up safe in the kiddy seat. Wouldn't you know that there wasn't one on the outside that morning. I tighten up on his leash and we make our way the few feet to the handicapped entrance and there is a very happy talkative rotund woman standing there with her empty buggy. She is talking left and right and laughing and not moving. After a few minutes she backed up to talk to some people behind her...they saw me and others waiting.
I make it inside the door to where the buggies are stored and slacked the tension on POO's leash so naturally he moved about 18 inches to my left. When I try to pry the buggy loose I sensed movement behind me and yanked POO's leash hard enough to scoot him in front of me and under another buggy to get him out of harm's way.
Sure enough it was the same happy woman who had blocked the handicapped entrance.
I think she must have two speeds...Wide Open and Barrel-Arseing Through.
Now, POO is smart about some things and when I indicate so he knows to, "Puppy Down". While he is down in a safe place I start to try to a buggy loose again.
Foolish me.
I didn't get beat up but I ended up fending off another woman who wanted to pet the poor little dog and got me told off for miss treating him. I tell her I need to get inside and she calls me Ugly...well, by then I'm begging, "Please just let us get inside. We are cold."
The buggy pops loose, I get the rug in place and give POO the, "Up" command. He puts his paws on my knees and I lift him up and settle him on his rug in the kiddy seat.
Then we make inside and do a fast shop for needful things and stop by the Deli for a takeout breakfast of catfish, large grits sausage and gravy and a biscuit.
We get home where POO's harness comes off first then I get the refrigerated items put away and we eat our breakfast.
We pile in the bed.
Two hours later I'm awake with a splitting headache. I start drinking milk to get my blood sugar back up.
That night we pig out on spaghetti and meatballs.
Last year my car's battery died on me and I spent months and more than a comfortable amount amount of money to have it fixed. Three months later it needed fixing again. Cost me again.
I went to a different place and he said the alternator was putting out and told me to drive it every day.
I have.
It died on me again this morning.
But on the bright side...as soon as I can see it, I'll wright about it.
towwad
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