So the morning after her homecoming IV woke up as bright and alert as she has always been (except the few *several* times she has gotten garbage gut). So I took her for a long walk, then we came home and had a nap, and then she chewed on a bone while I finished cleaning my room, started cleaning the kitchen, and straightened up the front entrance a bit. After that we went to The Neighborhood and she was adored by Kim and Daniel, and other's who passed in and out.
Not at all a very remarkable day
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we returned to the house and I was visiting with Jen while she finished packing and I could hear IV jingling around the room and suddenly it got VERY quiet, so I went to check out what she was up to. But she was nowhere to be seen. I turned the light on and found IV IN HER KENNEL.
Honest.
I wouldn't lie about that.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
IV Returns from the Vet
I picked IV up from the vet this evening and she seemed happy to be home, but it was a little hard to tell since she was a little snowed.
She's also moving a little slow, which is completely understandable...Jennie told her it would be ok, and that this was better than giving birth. Which is true.
IV came home and we put her in her kennel for a bit while we went out to Baked Expectations and had dessert, then we returned hyped up on sugar and had a dance party. IV was a little overwhelmed by this and at first tried to be involved (Fear of Missing Out) but soon decided that she was not up for standing in the middle of a room of "dancing" girls and quickly lay down on Larisa's bed with Loreena and napped/watched the proceedings. Jennie and I came and cuddled with her as well...until Jennie got her second wind and rejoined the dancing.
Anyway, long story short: IV was the only one of us with drugs in her system and she was the quietest of us all!
She may also believe that during the 24 hours she was gone we went completely crazy...poor sore puppy...
She's also moving a little slow, which is completely understandable...Jennie told her it would be ok, and that this was better than giving birth. Which is true.
IV came home and we put her in her kennel for a bit while we went out to Baked Expectations and had dessert, then we returned hyped up on sugar and had a dance party. IV was a little overwhelmed by this and at first tried to be involved (Fear of Missing Out) but soon decided that she was not up for standing in the middle of a room of "dancing" girls and quickly lay down on Larisa's bed with Loreena and napped/watched the proceedings. Jennie and I came and cuddled with her as well...until Jennie got her second wind and rejoined the dancing.
Anyway, long story short: IV was the only one of us with drugs in her system and she was the quietest of us all!
She may also believe that during the 24 hours she was gone we went completely crazy...poor sore puppy...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
An IV Bolus
Ok, so for those of you who aren't all nursey-nerdy like I am: a bolus is like a set amount of fluids (usually normal saline) that we set the IV pumps to pump into a person really fast. The purpose of this is to raise a blood pressure, replace lost fluids, fix a fluid imbalance, etc. Anyways, the point of all this is to explain that you are about to receive and IV bolus about IV...here it comes!
IV is a very good car dog. She just curls up on the seat and goes to sleep. However, she doesn't like the window's rolled down (it's noisy and she was sleeping!), and whenever we slow down or stop she has to give me this look that says "Why on earth would you do that?" like she's a better driver than me or something. I also was able to rate how well I shifted based on if she just swayed or actually fell over whenever I shifted.
Oh. And she farts. And it's really nasty.
Overall, I would say the drive to Saskatoon and back was pretty boring for her. She really liked getting out of the car and seeing the countryside though. I think if I had let her she would have stood all day just sniffing a clump of grass wondering what on earth had been there (probably a deer?) And whenever we stopped for gas and I left her in the car she would act so excited when I came back for her...I believe she has some abandonment issues...she would sit up so happily on her side of the car and keep bopping her head over to be close to be...almost jumping into my lap but not quite...just trying to show me that she was glad I came back.
Then in Saskatoon she met my cousins and was loved by them and loved them back. She really likes kids...maybe they make her feel bigger? She went on lots of walks. Met my parents (who approve of her). Ate a piece of a broken snow saucer, pooped it out the next day. She really adjusted quite well to the adventure, but she was definitely really excited to be home and see all her people again.
Since her return home IV has taken up her throne and seems to think she runs the house. She managed to tear apart all of her toys, and had to go an entire 24 hour period before she got replacement toys...she almost lost her mind then and had to chew on feet, fingers, blankets, anything. She has since regained her sanity and has a collection of rawhide bones to devour and 2 new toys to chase.
She had another run in with some garbage apparently, and when I took her for a walk she was so bloated I thought her stomach would explode, and then she puked all over (outside thankfully!) and her stomach returned to its normal size.
She was up on the balcony and decided she could be a tightrope walker and tried out her balancing act on the eavestrough...gave the girls quite a scare when she looked like she was contemplating jumping down to greet Loreena. Luckily she was captured and missed out on her opportunity to see if she could fly...perhaps that is why she has suddenly taken up chasing birds...she's trying to get some pointers for next time...
Hmm...what else is there to share...I think this bolus is coming to an end. The pump is going to start it's annoying beeping soon, so I had better shut this down...but before I do that I suppose I should mention that right now, IV's sleeping *hopefully* in a kennel at the Humane Society's Vet Clinic so that in the morning she can be spayed. But she'll be back Friday night...a little sore...but happy that we didn't abandon her...I'm guessing. I hope she forgives me.
G'night all! (And by all...I just mean whoever [if anyone] reads this blog!)
IV is a very good car dog. She just curls up on the seat and goes to sleep. However, she doesn't like the window's rolled down (it's noisy and she was sleeping!), and whenever we slow down or stop she has to give me this look that says "Why on earth would you do that?" like she's a better driver than me or something. I also was able to rate how well I shifted based on if she just swayed or actually fell over whenever I shifted.
Oh. And she farts. And it's really nasty.
Overall, I would say the drive to Saskatoon and back was pretty boring for her. She really liked getting out of the car and seeing the countryside though. I think if I had let her she would have stood all day just sniffing a clump of grass wondering what on earth had been there (probably a deer?) And whenever we stopped for gas and I left her in the car she would act so excited when I came back for her...I believe she has some abandonment issues...she would sit up so happily on her side of the car and keep bopping her head over to be close to be...almost jumping into my lap but not quite...just trying to show me that she was glad I came back.
Then in Saskatoon she met my cousins and was loved by them and loved them back. She really likes kids...maybe they make her feel bigger? She went on lots of walks. Met my parents (who approve of her). Ate a piece of a broken snow saucer, pooped it out the next day. She really adjusted quite well to the adventure, but she was definitely really excited to be home and see all her people again.
Since her return home IV has taken up her throne and seems to think she runs the house. She managed to tear apart all of her toys, and had to go an entire 24 hour period before she got replacement toys...she almost lost her mind then and had to chew on feet, fingers, blankets, anything. She has since regained her sanity and has a collection of rawhide bones to devour and 2 new toys to chase.
She had another run in with some garbage apparently, and when I took her for a walk she was so bloated I thought her stomach would explode, and then she puked all over (outside thankfully!) and her stomach returned to its normal size.
She was up on the balcony and decided she could be a tightrope walker and tried out her balancing act on the eavestrough...gave the girls quite a scare when she looked like she was contemplating jumping down to greet Loreena. Luckily she was captured and missed out on her opportunity to see if she could fly...perhaps that is why she has suddenly taken up chasing birds...she's trying to get some pointers for next time...
Hmm...what else is there to share...I think this bolus is coming to an end. The pump is going to start it's annoying beeping soon, so I had better shut this down...but before I do that I suppose I should mention that right now, IV's sleeping *hopefully* in a kennel at the Humane Society's Vet Clinic so that in the morning she can be spayed. But she'll be back Friday night...a little sore...but happy that we didn't abandon her...I'm guessing. I hope she forgives me.
G'night all! (And by all...I just mean whoever [if anyone] reads this blog!)
Friday, April 10, 2009
I suppose it is time to update Iv's progress, which is strangely ironic seeing as she is not here...she is in Saskatoon hangin' with her extended family, and Katie. However, I have a few remnants of her shedding hair scattered on my laptop, so I feel that she is really quite close in spirit, plus I am done my mounds of homework, and feel that I can at last pay proper homage.
I thought I would make a little list of some anecdotal instances to give you an idea of the kind of doggy that IV is.
1. IV eats everything. Buttons, rocks, paper clips, vegetables, fruit, gum, her chew toy, sticks, garbage. Especially garbage.
2. IV loves to go for walks. She will go on 3 or 4 walks a day and not get tired out. Her energy is amazing.
3. IV is loved by everyone she meets. Even police officers (but I will let Katie tell that story).
4. IV is slightly narcissistic. She loves looking at her reflection in the mirror for long lengths of time.
5. IV has FOMO (Fear of Missing Out Syndrom) as diagnosed by social worker-in- training, Kim Stitt. IV cannot handle being left behind or being left alone. We believe that this was due to insufficient attachment in her earlier months.
6. IV is 19 pounds...but we think she may be getting heavier due to all that exercise and random objects that she is eating. Those paperclips can sure add weight.
That is all I got for you...Maybe Katie will write a little post of how IV is doing with her first road tripping experience.
Cheers.
I thought I would make a little list of some anecdotal instances to give you an idea of the kind of doggy that IV is.
1. IV eats everything. Buttons, rocks, paper clips, vegetables, fruit, gum, her chew toy, sticks, garbage. Especially garbage.
2. IV loves to go for walks. She will go on 3 or 4 walks a day and not get tired out. Her energy is amazing.
3. IV is loved by everyone she meets. Even police officers (but I will let Katie tell that story).
4. IV is slightly narcissistic. She loves looking at her reflection in the mirror for long lengths of time.
5. IV has FOMO (Fear of Missing Out Syndrom) as diagnosed by social worker-in- training, Kim Stitt. IV cannot handle being left behind or being left alone. We believe that this was due to insufficient attachment in her earlier months.
6. IV is 19 pounds...but we think she may be getting heavier due to all that exercise and random objects that she is eating. Those paperclips can sure add weight.
That is all I got for you...Maybe Katie will write a little post of how IV is doing with her first road tripping experience.
Cheers.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Inside IV's Head
"ok, so, there's a spec, ooh! What's that? Wait.....wait...come back!! Ooohh!! Look...let me..just..just..oh...hey, is that good to eat? Should I go...wait...hmm....where to next? Gotta try--OH MY GOODNESS..just...gotta...reach...a...little...further...ooh! Hey! Throw-it-throw-it-throw-it-please-please---ARGH!!! I got it! K...again-again-again...please please!!! eeekk....Got it!!! THROW IT AGAIN!!!AGAIN!!!AGAIN!!!PLEASE. Wanna eat that! Or that...or that....oooh...how bout that? Pet me! Pet me!! Please, pet-ooh...that looks good. What's that? Is it mine? Gotta get it! Over there! NO, over there! OVER EVERYWHERE!!!"
I hope you are astounded by my mad-dog-mind-reading skills, cuz I'm completely exhausted.
And thankfully so is she.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Three
In mythology and tradition the number 3 is a pretty significant number. There are 3 blind mice, 3 bears, 3 little pigs, 3 musketeers, 3 prairie provinces, 3 territories, 3 dimensions, the Trinity, 3 bean salad, and who can deny that a 3 day weekend is pretty much 'da bomb'?! Earth is even planet number 3 from the sun (unless they randomly decide to de-planetize Mercury or Venus...you never know...these are uncertain times afterall, we may not be able to afford all 8 planets much longer)!
But what I'll bet you didn't know is that 3 is how many days we have now had IV!
She also peed 3 times on the walk I just took her on...(I think it was her 5th walk of the day...which is 3(+2). )
3 is the number of paws that she lets me wipe dry before she starts thinking that she's had enough of that.
And 3 seconds is about how long it took her to gulp down the cottage cheese, toast, and tiny bit of dog food that she finally ate today (she won't touch her food and keeps doing this weird cough/tiny-bit-of-throw-up thing.) Guess I'll have to make a few phonecalls to people who know more about dogs than I do (if that's you and you're reading this...leave your number!)
3 is the approximate number of people who talked to IV while I walked her. One was a nice lady who said "hi beautiful puppy". One was some old guy who came over to try give me advice on how to train her and to admire her and talk about his old lab he used to have. And the third was a lady who thought maybe IV could meet her little curly haired dog...but IV was so darn excited she couldn't settle down and I think IV's eagerness made the curly haired dog a little nervous. So that friendship ended before it could even start. :)
So as you can see, 3 is an important number for IV today. Yay IV.
But what I'll bet you didn't know is that 3 is how many days we have now had IV!
She also peed 3 times on the walk I just took her on...(I think it was her 5th walk of the day...which is 3(+2). )
3 is the number of paws that she lets me wipe dry before she starts thinking that she's had enough of that.
And 3 seconds is about how long it took her to gulp down the cottage cheese, toast, and tiny bit of dog food that she finally ate today (she won't touch her food and keeps doing this weird cough/tiny-bit-of-throw-up thing.) Guess I'll have to make a few phonecalls to people who know more about dogs than I do (if that's you and you're reading this...leave your number!)
3 is the approximate number of people who talked to IV while I walked her. One was a nice lady who said "hi beautiful puppy". One was some old guy who came over to try give me advice on how to train her and to admire her and talk about his old lab he used to have. And the third was a lady who thought maybe IV could meet her little curly haired dog...but IV was so darn excited she couldn't settle down and I think IV's eagerness made the curly haired dog a little nervous. So that friendship ended before it could even start. :)
So as you can see, 3 is an important number for IV today. Yay IV.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A New Diagnosis
Lucky for me I'm a nurse...cuz otherwise cleaning up the results of "garbage gut" would have done me in (I'm not going to tell you what garbage gut is...but if you read the previous entry you will not that garbage was mentioned...and I cleaned something up today and IV didn't have much of an appetite...)
IV and I went on a walk. She had also gone on a walk with Renee earlier in the day. She's pretty sweet, and people go "aw" when they see her. I still go "aw" when I see her though too. She's getting good at listening to me when I tell her to stay down as we pass people. I think she's a pretty smart girl.
I even suspect that she may know her name already...is it too soon? It's only been her name for a day now...but I think she's that smart.
She's really good in her kennel...and as far as I know she did not pee inside at all today! Which means that we are getting trained to make sure she's going out.
What else did she do today? Hm. She cuddled with Renee and she cuddled with Larisa. She had a nap on Larisa's bed, and have some pictures taken. She growled at Matt when he was "lurking in the shadows." Hm...we'll have to see what happens with that...she didn't mind him yesterday when she met him...
Anyways, she is now sleeping soundly in her bed, and I should start sleeping in mine...so goodnight! Sweet dreams! Woof woof!
IV and I went on a walk. She had also gone on a walk with Renee earlier in the day. She's pretty sweet, and people go "aw" when they see her. I still go "aw" when I see her though too. She's getting good at listening to me when I tell her to stay down as we pass people. I think she's a pretty smart girl.
I even suspect that she may know her name already...is it too soon? It's only been her name for a day now...but I think she's that smart.
She's really good in her kennel...and as far as I know she did not pee inside at all today! Which means that we are getting trained to make sure she's going out.
What else did she do today? Hm. She cuddled with Renee and she cuddled with Larisa. She had a nap on Larisa's bed, and have some pictures taken. She growled at Matt when he was "lurking in the shadows." Hm...we'll have to see what happens with that...she didn't mind him yesterday when she met him...
Anyways, she is now sleeping soundly in her bed, and I should start sleeping in mine...so goodnight! Sweet dreams! Woof woof!
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