Finally gave Caya her bath, she doesn't like it (the medicated shampoo has to sit on her skin for 10 minutes...YES 10 MINUTES) Handled it like a trooper. Also tried to maul me in our walk-in shower after a while. So as a result, I got a bath/shampoo also whether I needed it or not.

Tika was highly entertained...Finally, you are torturing the little dog.

Tonight I was curled up with Tika, the cough has come back and it's a doozy. She still eating and happy and wants to go for walks, but she coughed up some very bloody mucus. Even she was like yuck.

I try to be strong for her, but I can't help but tear up. Her breathing has gotten a bit worse.

Damn, she's a tough pup.

And we're clear!

Whoohoo, Caya has been declared free of her yeast infection and now we are just working on her allergies.

Tika is doing great, she's gone from diarrhea dog back to "happy doo-dee" dog. Did I, or did I not, tell you there's a lot doggie doodoo talk!

The Sulfracate is working really well, so we are going to start back full time on her Piroxicam.

Also, old three legs hiked up stairs to shag my but outta bed this morning because I obviously didn't hear the alarm.  Very nice!  Of course, I totally was late because we all curled up in the bed together for awhile.  

I do have my priorities you know!

Doggie health update

They are both doing better, we are in the process of retraining them to go outside, since they've both been busted decorating the carpet.

I did not have a good week waking up everyday to see who whizzed their initials into the carpet.

So....after 40,000 pills, 50,000 gallons of nature's miracle and 20-30 gallons of wine (for me!) I think we are through the worst of it.

Tika had a suspicion of a bladder infection, she was treated accordingly.  Caya's yeast infection and allergies are clearing up.  

However, I do feel like I've spent most of the last 10 days either mopping up the carpet or shoving a pill down somebody's throat.

This is one of those weeks when I think, "oh, a goldfish would be nice, I'll call him Nemo"

Cheers!

Urine-Nation

Oh.....f#$kstockings. (I just read Christopher Moore's book, Fool, and now my vocabulary is peppered with all sorts of innappropriate language)

We took Tika in to be checked for bladder infection that could be the result of her Cytoxan pills.

She has spent every evening blessing our carpet (no, not the TILE, not the HARDWOOD, the CARPET!)

I have parents coming for the holiday weekend. Hi Mom and Dad--here's a breathing mask for you. Sorry that the house smells like an unkept zoo.

To top it off, the air conditioning keeps freezing up, so not only has my dear doggie dumped several gallons of urine in the carpet, we now have a warm, incredibly humid house to enhance the smell.

I do hope baby is alright.

Itchy Scratchy and Puke-a-mute

Oh, holy christ.

I swear they are in competition with each other for the most problems.

Not to be one-upped by puking cancer dog with 'suspicious' spots in her lungs.

Caya is in full blown allergic dermititis with generalized yeast infection. The girls were in the kennel this weekend while the carpet got cleaned and we had the house bombed for brown recluse spiders.

We came back and I woke up this morning to another offering to the vomit gods by Tika. I feel so sorry for her, but I am getting tired of cleaning this stuff up. I wish she'd do this when I'm either conscious or at home so that we can run to the door together.

I'll need to add a picture of the doggie pharmacy. Let's see Pepcid/Cyclophosphamide/Piroxicam for Tika. Caya: Antifungal/Antihistimine-Cortisone/Antifungal shampoo.

Both dogs are so used to taking pills, when I opened up my vitamin pill bottle this morning to take my daily vitamin they both come running and sat down.

Poor babies....

Caya, is she going to die?

A few weeks have past. I'm in tears. Caya is slowing starving to death. She should be around 60-65 pounds, she's down to 50.

She eats and drinks all the time, she still tries to play, but you can tell it's wearing her out.

She's become the Big 12 doggie. KSU/MU/Texas A & M are all investigating her symptoms.

I'm scared.

Caya is very sick

We haven't been successful in finding out what's wrong. She's starting to really lose weight.

We've ruled out food allergies, infections, parasites.

At this point she's awake all night (so is mama) and her tummy makes these horrible sounds.

(the medical term is turgidity)

Everything is going right through her. She's not her beefy little self anymore. I can feel her rib bones. I am out of my mind with worry.

Something is wrong with little dog

She is starting to lose weight, have constant diarrhea and be constantly hungry.

We honestly didn't know how bad it started getting until now.

We have an appointment with the doc. She's suspecting food allergies.

Poor baby girl Caya, she's looking a bit rough

What's up with Caya?

Something is wrong.  Caya is not behaving like a normal puppy a'tall.  

Puppies, so I thought, want to be around you, want to play, want to bond.

Not this one.  We have confirmed colitis and giardia which we are treating her for.

(Note: Since I am posting these after the fact, Caya has become the best damn pill taker I have EVER had, we just recently got hooked on the TV series House with Hugh Laurie, I think Caya is House)

However, for the next month, I started getting more and more worried. Caya seemed to not have a very good temperament. She was almost vicious with Tika and would scream if I tried to hold her. Not a “I wanna play, lemme go” whimper, but a scream that chilled me. She seemed very dissociative with us. I started talking to canine behavior specialists, our vet, people on the internet. The answer was from one extreme to another: Be patient to she might have to be put down!

I kept with the normal schedule, I would sit there while they ate because I wanted the dogs to be trained in respecting the territory of the food bowls. We played, we had crate time, all normal. Caya had developed a new annoying habit, it was called ‘flip the water bowl’ she’d place her little paw on her bowl, launch it and flood the kitchen or bedroom or crate. She would also find places to hide outside so that we couldn’t get to her. Caya the weasel was rapidly becoming Caya, you little shit. Still no indication of affection for her new pack.

Baby, what is going on with you?