Thursday, June 28, 2012

Riding In Cars With Dogs

Away at Summer Camp - Camp GiGi
He arrived on Tuesday night and other than him waking me up every couple of hours, it went okay.  He's a special needs dog and I do admire the patience that Pebbles and Slater have with him.  The vet gave him weeks to live back in the fall of 2009 and he's still around and doing quite nicely.  Although sometimes it takes a village.  He's staying with me while the kids are on vacay in San Diego. And I have to say The Grand Beast is very well mannered, well-behaved.  Pebbles has trained him well.  He is also spoiled absolutely rotten - some, or perhaps most of which is as a result of his seizure disorder.  He requires medication and the medication will make him throw up if taken on an empty stomach.  Plus, not only is he on a restrictive diet because of allergies, he's a pick-at-his-food eater.   Because of his medical issues, it would make some sense to board him at the vet's, but he just hates it there and it stresses him so - so staying at Camp GiGi is his first alternative.  I do an agreement in place that I can  take him and board him at his vet's place anytime this gets to be too much.

The dance is this:  trying to get him to eat something and not to fast because that makes him sick, too.  Once he gets something on his stomach (one hopes is enough) then it's time to pill him.  And then the wait begins.  Did he eat enough of the right stuff at the right speed to keep it down?  Is his food going to stay down so that it's safe to pill him?  Is the pill going to make him sick?  Will I see him throw up and know to pill him again?  Will he choose to puke all over the white tile floors (thank god it was the tile floors!)?  The wood floors in the house are covered with yoga mats as they both protect the floors and provide him with a no-slip surface. He sometimes has coordination issues.

So that was our evening last night.  Doing the dance.  And I lost.  He got sick on the tile floor and then got scared, because as the final clean-up step, I set out Iris The Mint.  So today, he's afraid of the tile floors.  Sigh.

Anyway, I knew I had to get some food and some water and his pills down him this morning.  And he was pretty uninterested in any of it.  But he does love a car ride (as a requirement of my keeping him - I get Pebbles' car too - this smelly beast ain't riding around in MalibuKen), so I put him in the car and we went for an early morning trip to McDonald's.  Aside:  as a further testament to my bad timing - I'd decided to quit caffeine - and had switched to Sprite Zero and decaf coffee - dumbass move.  Today was not the day - so I was hurting this morning - so we went through the drive-through for some McD's coffee.

He enjoyed his car ride and we came back into the back yard and I got some food down him and got him pilled.  We hung out outside (he HATES being outside - absolutely HATES it) until the puking threat had passed.  He still seems lethargic and I'm concerned about his water intake, but he did get lots of water last night when we were playing in the water hose in the back yard.  Anyway, I've given up early morning workouts while he is staying with me, as it takes that time to just get him situated for the day.

I now know why my daughter is always late.

Take good care of yourself.  Be kind to others.  Go for a joy ride.

-Roxie
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14 comments:

  1. I've always said having a pet is just like having a kid. Most of my friends with kids don't do early morning workouts either ;)

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    1. I was tempted to adopt a stray last week, but this week serves as a reminder that I really like my "lock and leave" status. I do love animals, but there are time and commitment, for sure.

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  2. Bless all of your hearts for giving this doggie as best a life as possible. Now, what is Iris The Mint? And why is it scary?

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    1. Karen, Iris The Mint is name I gave my Mint - a sweeping and/or damp mopping robot. Pebbles and Slater have the larger model, Junior, but I recall Pebbles saying that they keep him locked out while Junior is working.

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  3. Yes, a round of applause to the kids for caring for such a special needs dog. And to you for taking on the challenge (it was the face, wasn't it?)
    Adopting a rescue dog who's been abused can be very challenging, too. Right now, Emmie is running out of places she'll let us walk her because some dumbass shoots off a gun or someone's lighting fireworks. Cannot wait until the 4th is over!

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    1. Ellen, I've always admired you and your Emmie - you most have the patience of a saint to deal with one so traumatized.

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  4. I know that Pebbles and Slater are having a much better vacation knowing that their dog is being cared for by you. I love it when I can take my cats to my mom's house instead of being boarded at the vet. This week is earning you a Gold Star - hang in there.

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    1. I've only had one check-up call ;-).

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  5. You are very sweet to take on the care of your grand beast...this is definitely above and beyond. Sweet face on that pup; love that you indulged him in a car ride!

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    1. Oh, I do love the big doofus. He does have personality plus. Things are much better this evening. I remain hopeful :-)

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  6. I'm sorry, this probably wasn't suppose to be a funny post, but I'm laughing myself silly over the Grandbeast. Your daughter is an absolute saint to love this dog. I'm a huge animal lover but I don't think I could deal with all of this on a daily basis. Sorry...still laughing. It's just too funny. And you're a dear to do this for them.

    I've never met a dog that hates the outside. Very odd. Just wondering, do they know why he hates the outside so much?

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    1. Oh, it IS funny, Diana. I hope it doesn't come across as total whining - it's a comedy around here for sure. Yesterday morning, I layed out my clothes and hopped in the shower. I get out to find him up on the bed, sprawled all over my clothes, with a leg in an armhole of my sleeveless dress.

      When Pebbles called to check on him "How's my big boy?" I said "He's wearing GiGi's dresses!" You cannot help but love him and laugh.

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  7. The decaf thing reminded me of the movie Airport, where Loyd Bridges keeps saying he picked the wrong day to quit all different kinds of vices. You are a good GeGe :)

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    1. Too funny! Yep, I've ditched the no caffeine thing for now and I'm mainlining it :-)

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We'll try this for a while.