Well! It has been quite a week.
But most of that isn't really fun to talk about or read about. It's like trying to write a Christmas letter (don't ever do that!) when you've had a really ordinary year. "Waited at the top of the basement stairs to be sure Momma was still alive after doing laundry. A dangerous job! Basements are evil! Why does she go down there willingly??" We could have written that every week.
This week was different. I've been to the vet twice within a week, and the first time the vet tech brought me back out to Momma and said the doctor called me a Unicorn!! She said I was a unicorn because for my size, age and breed, I was the perfect weight, had a nice pink tongue and gums, bright eyes, a shiny coat and a sweet temperament! (Good thing I'm modest!) That happened after getting back from boarding with my Aunt Holly and Uncle Craig. I started coughing really hard. The vet thought it was a bacterial or viral thing that I caught at boarding. They gave me medicine that included a steroid to reduce inflammation and a cough suppressant. It made the cough go away instantly, and I felt a lot better. I finished the cough suppressant but still had more antibiotics to go through. The next morning I suddenly woke up coughing harder than ever! I couldn't stop. I couldn't catch my breath. It looked like I was panting - but that was my breathing. Momma got really worried and took me right back to the vet. This time they took an X-ray and figured out that my heart murmur wasn't just a murmur. I have an enlarged heart, and congestive heart failure.
Momma's been crying a lot.
I have a lot of new medicine, Momma says, but the only thing I've been getting is yummy sardine balls and little peanut butter knots. This is pretty cool!
Momma says I'm not supposed to go up and down stairs or play much. Today I just felt like sleeping all day. After all that napping, I guess the sardines and peanut butter worked their magic and I started to feel better! Momma says she's going to carry me up and down the stairs when she can, but lots of times I beat her to it! She says she'd rather have a happy dog for a shorter time than a sad dog just waiting to die. Geez! She sure gets morbid!
So we finally had something to write about. We're writing about a big change in our lives. A new phase. Maybe I'll get to go on a new adventure someday. I wonder what kind of adventures Unicorns have?
