Thursday

Mickey is out of surgery and drowsy but tail-waggy. I pick him up later this afternoon.

King will only eat the puppy pablum if I spoon liver juice over it. Vet and I may need to have a talk if he needs to be on this stuff for more than a couple of weeks.

Thursday

Mickey is out of surgery and drowsy but tail-waggy. I pick him up later this afternoon.

King will only eat the puppy pablum if I spoon liver juice over it. Vet and I may need to have a talk if he needs to be on this stuff for more than a couple of weeks.

Mickey stuff

I will be very glad to have this week behind me.

Being able to work from home didn't make it any less crazy. I think I plowed through everything I needed to, but there's always something you miss.

Need to get to the office tomorrow for a flu shot and a meeting.

Today was Mickey's date with canine dentistry. Up too early, then had to roust the poor little guy out of a sound sleep to bundle him into the truck. King came along as well, for moral support.

Mickey started shivering as soon as we started out. He's become very apprehensive about trips in the truck, which I think he associates with the kennel. Anyway, got him to the vet's, where he was checked in. He didn't want to go. King even whimpered after him when he was taken out of the room. I signed all the releases and permissions and such, then brought King home and worked. Phoned a few hours later to learn that Mickey was fine, groggy but tail-waggy, and I could bring him home mid-afternoon.

Went to get him, again bringing King along. My, did the vet have an interesting thing to show me. Half of one of Mickey's molars, to be exact. I had noticed over the last few days that Mickey wasn't opening his mouth very wide wen I offered him a treat, and that he kept trying to eat the soft food out of King's dish. Well, at some point previously he must have bitten down wrong on a bone or something, because he had managed to split the tooth clean in half.

Vet said that the other teeth appear to be in good shape. That was when I asked if she could tell how old Mickey was. I was told when I adopted him that he was about 3, which would make him 6 1/2 now. Well, the vet said that given the condition of his teeth, he's older than that--he could be anywhere from 7-9 years old.

He was prescribed Rimadyl for pain and an antibiotic to keep both mouth and stitched undercarriage from getting infected. He's been sleeping since he got home, poor little old guy. Mom always felt that he was older than what we'd been told. I attributed his slowness and joint issues to poor diet and the stress of his former environment. But, it seems he really is an old puppy.

Mickey stuff

I will be very glad to have this week behind me.

Being able to work from home didn't make it any less crazy. I think I plowed through everything I needed to, but there's always something you miss.

Need to get to the office tomorrow for a flu shot and a meeting.

Today was Mickey's date with canine dentistry. Up too early, then had to roust the poor little guy out of a sound sleep to bundle him into the truck. King came along as well, for moral support.

Mickey started shivering as soon as we started out. He's become very apprehensive about trips in the truck, which I think he associates with the kennel. Anyway, got him to the vet's, where he was checked in. He didn't want to go. King even whimpered after him when he was taken out of the room. I signed all the releases and permissions and such, then brought King home and worked. Phoned a few hours later to learn that Mickey was fine, groggy but tail-waggy, and I could bring him home mid-afternoon.

Went to get him, again bringing King along. My, did the vet have an interesting thing to show me. Half of one of Mickey's molars, to be exact. I had noticed over the last few days that Mickey wasn't opening his mouth very wide wen I offered him a treat, and that he kept trying to eat the soft food out of King's dish. Well, at some point previously he must have bitten down wrong on a bone or something, because he had managed to split the tooth clean in half.

Vet said that the other teeth appear to be in good shape. That was when I asked if she could tell how old Mickey was. I was told when I adopted him that he was about 3, which would make him 6 1/2 now. Well, the vet said that given the condition of his teeth, he's older than that--he could be anywhere from 7-9 years old.

He was prescribed Rimadyl for pain and an antibiotic to keep both mouth and stitched undercarriage from getting infected. He's been sleeping since he got home, poor little old guy. Mom always felt that he was older than what we'd been told. I attributed his slowness and joint issues to poor diet and the stress of his former environment. But, it seems he really is an old puppy.