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Intensive Care for Cheyanne

Today Cheyanne went in for her final step in the medication for heart worm treatment: the second injection deep into her back muscles.  The vet tech tells me that these injections are not very painful, so the dog is not sedated for each procedure, but the aftermath is.  Cheyanne is in enough pain now that they sent some medication for that as well.  Not all dogs require that, but Cheyanne is “delicate”.  She’s more sensitive to cold than the rest as well.

Cheyanne, nice warm shirtIt’s cold today: 12° this morning, 22° as a high.  After spending the day in the intensive care room at the shelter for her procedure and observation, I put her in an old Tee shirt when she came home and needed some leg stretching time.  She seemed to appreciate that.  She appreciated getting the breakfast she was deprived of this morning even more.

She seemed dazed and disoriented.  She spent a long time just sitting on the boardwalk.  It is not at all like her to be so still.  When I called her to come inside where it’s warm, she turned and went to her dog house instead.  “It’s too cold for that sweetie.”  I had to carry her inside.  I put an extra blanket in her crate for added cushioning on her sore little body.  She curled up and went to sleep.

Marie and I decided it would be best to put Cheyanne into intensive care for a couple of days to be sure she was OK.  Blondie and Cochise agreed and gave permission for her to sleep in their house for a couple of nights.  Continue reading Intensive Care for Cheyanne

Rhonda: Queen of the Hill

Having finished the weekly radio radio program I produce first thing every Monday, I took The Kids on a walk and went past the mailbox to send the program disk out to the radio station. Then we went up to the shop yard for some play time with Cheyanne and Rhonda."cochise,

Cochise refused to go through the gate: “I don’t want to get in the middle of their rough-housing.”  These girls have not done any rough-housing, not like Blondie and Janet used to do or Cochise and Malachi for that matter.  He’s just being bull-headed.  Well; he is a bulldog.  So I used the leash to tether Cochise outside the wooden gate (where he could watch, but not be involved) and he sat there, ears pinned back and his back turned to the fun, ignoring us.

Blondie and Cheyanne played together nicely.  After a bit, Cochise started to whine, “I want to play too … I’m lonely out here.”  So I let him in and off the leash.  The three of them leisurely chased each other around for a while.  Nice gentle play.  Rhonda was still in her pen, watching everyone else having fun.

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