Piper Update

  • Piper went to an emergency vet clinic at 4:00 Eastern Time. Although we knew Piper’s heart is enlarged, and has been for years, it does not look like he is in congestive heart failure. His liver is extremely large because of his heart¬†problem. His liver is pushing all of his organs, including his stomach, down, causing the distension in his abdomen. His food was just sitting in his very full stomach. The food had nowhere to go since his intestines were also full. The dogtor did something called a rectal (don’t know and don’t want to know) to clear it out. That worked, and Piper went outside and pooped for five solid minutes. He felt much better, as we all would in that situation.

    He went home with instructions to go to his regular vet and have his insulin level checked. He is an insulin dependent diabetic. He seems to be out of the woods for right now. As funny as it sounds, the digestive issue would have been life-threatening if it hadn’t been resolved today. We just don’t know yet what can be done about the enlarged liver and the problems it is presenting. Many thank to everyone for their POTP, prayers, concern and comments.
    Piper was feeling much better, with a smile on his precious face even while his eyes were getting heavy on the way home.


  • Urgent POTP for Piper

    When I woke up this morning I had this text from Piper’s Mom:

    Piper’s been off today. Too much to type but just wanted to let you know we may not make it through the night. But who knows, he may be himself again tomorrow.

    This morning she wrote:

    Still here. Keeps pulling his head to the right. Like a nervous tick. Drinking tons. At one point last night he started twitching when I was trying to trim him some with just scissors. I cut his neck. ūüė¶ He didn’t flinch. (My Note: Normally Piper would have been screaming at Mach 1 that his life was surely over if he got hurt.)

    And a bit later:

    He’s still holding steady. Still wanting food and treats. (My Note: Yes, he is definitely a schnauzer.)

     

    Please pray and give Piper your POTP. He is my Super Schnauzer Nephew.

     
     
     
     
     

    A Dog Grooming Double Entendre

    My Mom was watching videos on grooming tek neeks when her new groom got to the house. She¬†set her laptop on the floor with the you tube video still running. Can you guess what I did? Yep, I watched how to groom shih tzu faces and yorkie faces and malteses all overs and tons of other stuff. Dad put me out in the yard for a while, but I couldn’t wait to get back in to watch more videos. I ran right to the laptop and kept watching until Mom was all done in her groom room and came back upstairs. I hope I get to watch more videos of dogs today.

    Zoe is a Papitese. She is half Papillon and half Maltese. Mom said she was a very, very good girl and got a treat and a fancy bow on her collar. Maybe I can groom Zoe next time, ’cause I have to get some paws-on experience. I will see if there is a you tube video for Papitese grooming.

    Loves and wiggles,

    Lucy

    Friday Food for Thought

    Lately, I have been doing a lot of research on dog-related matters, especially nutrition and meds. Every time I learn something new, I realize how much more I have to learn.

    For some time now, I have been wondering how much harm I have done/am doing by using insecticides in the forms of¬†flea spray, flea baths, flea prevention, heartworm prevention and lawn products.¬†¬†The question, “Why am I poisoning my dog?” keeps recurring, with the obvious answer of “for her own good.” Huh?

    I want to do better than that, and I believe I can. So, without promoting or suggesting any particular action, I want to share with you some of the things I have learned. I realize you may shrug and say that’s not for me, or, hopefully, like me, be interested enough to dig a little deeper. Today’s link¬†is about worms and heartworms and is entitled Prevent and Treat Bug Bites with These Natural Solutions and¬†includes a link to an illustrated Heartworm Guide.¬† I am very interested in hearing your thoughts.

    Have a good weekend, all!

    Getting Comfy

    I have seen the people put their feet and even their legs on this thing called an Otto Man when they are watching a movie. I like to watch movies with them, so I thought, why not try this?

    It didn’t work out quite the way I had planned. Darn Otto Man!

    So I went outside onto the patio with Riley and found a much  better way to get comfy with my best guy.

    A Fish Story

    Hi friends! I am patiently – yes, this is my patient look, Mom – waiting for my whole fish supper tonight. Well, it’s almost whole. Someone¬†scooped the really good insides out of it. See, this is what happened: Mom went to the grocery on her way home from work last week and came home with more yummy raw food for me. She is always doing that. ūüôā She asked Dad if he was ok feeding it to me, ’cause she didn’t have the stomach for it. Isn’t that funny? I’m the one who has to have the stomach for it, BOL. To Mom’s surprise, Dad said yes. I could smell something really good, so I followed Dad outside to see what it was. He laid down a long plate in the grass and slid something I had never seen before onto it from a plastic bag.¬†Dad said it was my supper. It was curious looking with eyeballs still in a head still attached to a body that ended in a fin. I licked it for a while, not quite sure what to do. Then I started nibbling at the middle section. I eventually worked my way north and then finished off with the south end. I’m telling you, this fish was almost as long as my tail.

    After that,¬†Mom decided that Monday was my “fast” day. Yes, I run very fast. I don’t know why that means no one feeds me on Mondays until supper, though. Dad said that meant they should give me my next big fish on Sunday night to “hold” me. Yuk! I don’t want no fish holding me. I just wanna eat it.

    Wait, I smell something fishy.

    Hello there, fishy.

     

    Hmmm, you smell a bit different today. More fishy.

     

    Here’s a little kiss for luck (he, he).

     

    Oh, a fishy tail. You could be fun to play with.

    Lucy: Mom, oh Mom…
    Me: What is it Lucy?
    Lucy: I don’t want to eat this fish. And I keep having to chase the flies off of it.
    Jeff: It might have sat in the fridge too long.
    Me: *sigh* Please go wrap it up and throw it in the trash bin.
    Note: Lucy ended up eating chickie breast, Tylee’s Raw Beef Diet, and an egg. We have one more fish that’s in the freezer, so will try it next Saturday.

    The Story I Love by Angel Lexi

    You didn’t think Blogville could get away with telling about favorite stories without me, did you? After all, I starred in my favorite story.

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    That’s me, way over on the right in Candice Dorothy’s arms. I am watching Mom for my next cue.¬† This was in Georgia, my birth state, at the second WOZ production I starred in.

    I was Toto is three different productions. The first time¬†was at the Chattanooga Theatre Centre and¬†remains my and Mom’s favorite.¬†It had the best crew and best director and biggest attendance.¬†Over a period of six weeks seven thousand¬†people came to see me perform. It was my first time as a thespian schnauzer.¬†As soon as I hit the stage in front of an audience the first night, I knew¬†I had found my passion. I was called a ham and a stage hog. What is it with the references to pigs? Could I help if I was enthusiastic during every scene, every Thursday, Friday and Saturday¬†night,¬†as well as during the afternoon¬†on Saturdays and Sundays? Could I help it if I danced back and forth on the stage¬†with the Tin Man during one of his “solo” performances? OK, so maybe I could have helped that one. That’s the time I got called “that dog.” But I had been watching him for several performances and I knew the steps to the dance!

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    Mommy, thank you for helping me be the best Toto ever; for all the rides and treats and training and prompting and encouragement when I got tired, especially during my last performance. I remember how you held me and explained to me that it would be my last time on the stage, ever. You said you knew I was 11 years old and exhausted after performing once already that day. And you asked me to give it my all, my best, one last time. And I did. I shone. I performed like my life depended on it. I gave it everything I had, and you knew that. You were so proud of me, and that made me happy. I was your star.

    As you remain, my dear Angel Lexi-Toto.

    You can go to the Blogville Arts and Entertainments page to read more stories by more of our friends.

     

    A Chilly Day

    Today was a bit chilly and it seemed that everyone noticed I was cold. First, Mom tried to help while I took a nap. That was good.

    When I woke up, my boyfriend Riley suggested we lay in a sun puddle. That was gooder.

    Finally, we went out into the sunshine and played until we were both hot. That was the goodest.

    May your days be filled with sunshine and cozy blankies.

    Woofs and wiggles, Lucy

    More Grooms by Mom

    Hi, this is Lucy. I don’t get to meet most of the dogs Mom grooms. I don’t really even know what “grooms” means. So I will turn my¬†blog over to Mom today to tell you all about it.

    Lucy, you are one lucky dog to not know what it is to be “groomed.” But I do try to make the experience as good as I can for my little four-legged friends. I have been blessed to get the sweetest dogs coming to be groomed, and Chaz, Lizzie, and Shaggy Bear¬†have been¬†no exception.

    I got the teacup yorkie, Chaz back in for his¬†third groom with me. This time his Mom felt comfortable enough to leave him and go do other things while her little boy got beautified. I promised pictures last time, so I did better by at least getting an “after” of this five-year-old boy.

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    Next, Lizzie is a second-timer coming to me. She is a five-year-old shih tzu/ basset mix.  Lizzie has a beautiful coat, but gets hot, so her Mom has me shave her. Look at those little basset legs!

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    Finally, another good boy, eleven-year-old Shaggy Bear – and was he ever! This was another second time groom with me. The first time was the middle of February. Shaggy Bear lives only a few houses down the road from me.

    Shaggy

    Shaggy Bear’s¬†grandma made his mom give him a bath the day before his groom. Last time, I had to bathe him twice before the groom and once after, mostly because of fleas. They also took my advice on flea and tick prevention and all I found under all that hair this time¬†was some old flea dirt from before¬†the fleas were killed.¬† His grandma brought him and she¬†has already booked his next groom in six weeks. With him beginning to come to me regularly, I may be able to talk them into a nicer-looking style and maybe share my “green bean diet” for him, too. No wonder he gets so hot! I renamed this¬†dear shih tzu “Sugar Bear” after he got groomed!

    That’s it for another episode of “Grooming with Amy.” Have a great weekend!

     

    My Chewie.com Delivery

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    I think this box the guy in the brown clothes left here is for me.

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    Riley, come see what’s in this box.

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    I don’t see anything, Lucy.¬† Hmmm.

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    (Getting ready for more aggressive exploration)

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    You’re right, Lucy. I don’t see anything either.

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    I can’t believe chewy forgot to put anything in the box.

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    Come on Lucy. Let’s see if we can find it.

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    Mom had put my new food away so it “didn’t go bad.” I got a great supper with my new raw diet food plus chicken livers plus greens plus strawberry caps. That all adds ups to¬†mmmm. *chomp comp* Can’t talk, eating.

    Visiting with Piper

    I pinned Mom down again to tell you about her and Dad’s visit with Piper and Piper’s peeps. I know Piper from Blogville’s¬†Spring Break, but he was pretty busy with his best girl, Shelby. Mom says Piper is her nephew. I think that might make him my cousin. Also, he and my boyfriend Riley are really tight.

    Riley and Piper in 2012

    Piper’s heart condition makes him fall over and not be able to move if he gets too excited, and that’s why I couldn’t go. In a way, it’s kind of nice to think someone would be that excited to see me. Plus, I had such a good time on my vacation…but then you already know that!

    Piper’s sister Ella was there too. She likes to be close to people just like me.

     

    Ella with Jeff

    My Dad and Ella

     

    Mom and Dad had a good time on their weekend vacation. There was lots of laughter and good food. Mom took some pictures of my cousin Piper.

    Mom said please excuse that he is not bathed or groomed. His heart gives out and he falls over when those things happen. I know that not getting a bath or¬†having your furs stolen¬†sounds great¬†to¬†most of¬†us pups, but I think Piper would rather¬†get a bath than have a bad heart. ūüė¶ Like Angel Lexi, Piper is black and silver,¬†and they look a lot alike.¬†Anyhoo, Mom says if you have an extra good thought or prayer you can spare, Piper could really use it.

    Tomorrow I am going to try to pin down Mom again to tell you all about our my chewie.com delivery and food!

    Wiggles and Wags, Lucy

     

     

     

    Lucy’s Vacation

    Hi Friends! I promised to tell you what I was doing “next weekend” which has turned into “last weekend.” I tried to pin Mom down last week to write my blog, but she kept pushing me off her.

    I went on vacation – without Mom and Dad! I stayed at this really, really, really, really nice lady’s house. Her name is Martha and I had met her once before when I still had my job at the church. She gave me a frozen pig’s foot just like the one I had lost, and it kept me so busy that I only dug one hole in her front yard. Ms. Martha took me in her car to her son’s house. I met Jax and Brody and we played hard.

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    It was hot outside, so we cooled off on the patio together.

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    On Sunday we went back and this time there were little people and another dog. I had so much fun!!

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    We got back home to Ms. Martha’s just before Mom and Dad pulled in the driveway to take me home. I was happy to see them, but I didn’t want to leave. Like when I went to see My Grandma, I don’t understand why peeps can’t just all live in the same place. That way, we could all visit and play together all the time. Can someone please explain that to me?

    That’s all I can tell you for now. Mom has to go to work. Maybe tomorrow I can pin her down to write in my blog and tell you about her visit with Piper while I was on vacation.

    Lots of wiggles and wags, Lucy.

    Much Dancing, New Diet and more

    Hi, I finally got Mom (yes, I have shortened My Amy Mom to just Mom – Mom said it is OK) to sit still and help me blog again. She has been so busy, I almost get whiplash watching her run here and there. Mom and Dad (yes, I have shortened My Jeff Dad to just Dad – Dad said it is OK) were busy teaching two different couples who are getting married to dance. So they were gone two different nights every week doing that. Mom said my new diet needed some extra funding; more on that in a bit. Mom and Dad used to teach one of the brides, Savannah, and her Mom and a bunch of other teenagers how to dance a long time ago. I heard that Angel Lexi used to go and help at the dance lessons – for three years! That’s longer than I have been alive! So Mom went to Savannah’s bridal shower- I wonder if everyone got wet – and saw her dog Truffles. I wish I could have gone and played with Truffles. She was a rescue too. Her Mom says that it was really Truffles who rescued her.

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    Truffles knows a lot of tricks, too.

    Things had just settled down from all the wedding and dance stuff when Dad got asked to bring Mom to a big company party and teach everyone how to do a dance called the Charleston. They practiced at home first, and it looked like so much fun that I jumped around, dancing with them. The music made me want to dance and laugh, too.

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    That’s my Mom and Dad in the front with the Charleston dance contestants. They had a contest to see who could best dance all the moves they had taught, and the lady on the right side won. I bet I could have won if they had just taken me!

    When all the dance mania calmed down, Mom and Dad got real busy packing up 22 boxes of studio cameras and other professional sound and video equipment in the garage. I heard Mom tell Dad that she was tired of parking in the driveway and that one way or another she was getting the car in the garage that weekend. I got to help! Mom will add them to all the other stuff she sells on a place called ebay. Anyone want some big cameras?

    Lucy helping pack cameras

    Are we done yet?

    Mom has been researching something called a raw diet for me for some time now. She finally found enough information that she was comfortable starting me on it. Well, at least half on it. She said until she can find the right suppliers to get all the different kinds of raw foods I need to have a balanced diet, she is going to keep feeding me kibble in the morning. But boy oh boy I can hardly wait for my dinner any more. First, she cleaned out the freezer. There were all kinds of goodies in there. My first raw meal was elk and some fresh steamed carrots. OMD! It was so good! Then I got salmon and fresh, lightly steamed beet greens. After that came the shrimp.

    I cleaned my plate every night except for that one thing that shouldn’t have been in my bowl. (Note from Mom: that is her HW pill.) After the freezer supply stopped Mom found some hamburger on sale, and gave me that with green beans. Can anyone say Amen!? ¬†I’ve also had eggs, but I am not allowed to have the crushed shell until Mom walks across the street and buys some organic eggs from the neighbor who keeps chickens. Come on, Mom, it’s just across the street!¬†

    Yesterday she came home with a whole chicken, except for the feet and head and some other stuff that was missing. She cut that up and tonight I had my first drumstick. Mom put coconut oil ¬†and strawberries in my dish too. I loved them so much that I ate them first. Mom said that proves I am not, nor ever will be, a schnauzer. She said further proof was me losing my pig foot. Here’s what happened: Mom got the store’s meat manager to sell her two frozen pig feet and I was happily munching on one in the front yard while Mom butchered the big bush in front of the house. I decided to carry my best treat ever around our property for a while when Mom looked up from her butchering and I was gone. When she started to call me, I dropped my special treat and came running. Mom asked me where my pig foot was, and I couldn’t remember! I went over to where I had been lying and it wasn’t there. I sniffed and tried to follow my own scent and went all over the yard in the back and side and¬†I couldn’t find it!¬† Mom couldn’t find it either. Well, at least we have established that I am definitely not a schnauzer.

    Finally, tonight, Mom saw she had gotten a coupon in the mail for $15 off her first order at chewy.com. She has seen some great reviews, especially on Angel Dory’s blog, so decided to check out their raw food offerings. She not Tyleesonly found what she wanted for me, but used her coupon¬†and activated a coupon on their site to get a second one free and free shipping. She said she saved about $50 and only paid $19. I am not sure what that means, other than 1. she will be able to buy me more¬†yummy food and 2. maybe I will get great boxes in the mail from chewies.com.

    I have more to tell you about the dog Mom groomed today and where I am going next weekend, but Mom said I have barked enough for one night and it will have to wait until next time.

    Love and wags, Lucy.

    Spring Break!

    Some of my favorite pups had a ball, er, a great time, at the Blogville Spring Break.

    Christmas the dachshund hosted a Treasure Hunt. Be sure to drop by to see what everyone found.

    Piper and Shelby looking for the critter that left those huge eggs.

    Oreo hosted the Surfing event. I didn’t see anyone wipeout, but boy, could they all hang 16!

    Lucy surfing

    Riley surfing

    Madi and her Mom hosted everyone at Pullen Park, where there were tons of rides and things to do.

    I’m Shelby and no one gets a ball past me!

     

    Piper made up his own games on the Merry-Go-Round.

    None of my crew wanted to go Hula Dancing (OK, Shelby did, but Piper refused), but you can go over to Dory’s Backyard to see all the hip swinging fun.You will also find more links to great food hosted by Abby Lab as well as more fun at Dory’s. You can also go on the journey to find out how a tropical date with Dory turned into a Spring Break with all the anipals honoring her. We love and miss you, sweet girl.

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    Grooming: Yorkies and a Morkie and Updates

    There has been a letup in most activity post Easter, including grooming. I got three dogs in this week. The first two have been coming to me every five weeks since 2014. They were referred to me by my original clients in our neighborhood, whose sweet pups I groomed last week. Because of the good care they get, there isn’t a lot of difference in the before and after pics. Both these pictures are “before.”

    Slider, on the left, is a full-sized Yorkshire Terrier, with the very fine Yorkie hair. He always gets a scissor cut. ¬†Slider is about seven or eight years old and he’s usually the cause of his folks being late to their grooming appointment. He gets the vibe of where they are going and runs and hides. Even so, he’s a very good boy.¬†I do have to watch him carefully on the table, though, as he’s a “jumper.”

    Here they are “after.” Peyton on the right is about six years old now. Slider’s folks answered an ad for a Yorkie for sale. When they went to see her and talked to the man selling her, they decided that she was not a Yorkie, and was stolen. They decided to buy her just to give her a good home if they couldn’t find her real owners. She’s smaller and longer than Slider, and is the darling of her little boy and dad. Have you caught the theme in their names yet?

    Petey is one of my new grooms that I had mentioned in a previous post, but had neglected to get pictures. This was just his second time here. Doesn’t he look proud to be groomed? Pete is a ten year old Morkie (Maltese and Yorkie). As I mentioned previously, the breeder was selling these designer puppies for $1000, but giving away the males. Yep, his Mom snagged this dear boy for free. They live just around the corner from us. ¬†Isn’t it funny that his Mom didn’t find me until I advertised my business on the Neighborhood website? She was so pleased that she posted Pete’s picture with a great review on the site today.

    Finally, two updates. I mentioned in A Happier Nextdoor Story that Sadie Jo, who had come to me for the first time, was having some symptoms that I thought needed to be checked out. The vet agreed there was something wrong, but the bloodwork was only slightly off. Last week she died of pancreatic cancer. It was a huge shock to everyone, and her Mom is grieving hard.

    Now for the good news. Angel Lexi asked for prayer for Sophie the schnauzer for an ugly-looking tumor on the bottom of her left ear. You can see it in the picture in the post. A lot of you responded with POTP and many prayers, and I can’t thank you enough. The biopsy came back benign and they will have the tumor removed soon. God is good.

    Earth Day Challenge

    I got excited about entering the Earth Day Challenge that Louis Dog Armstrong, who is in charge of the A&E Department, is sponsoring. The earth is the only home that I will ever have that will let me do my pee pee and poo poo on it. Seriously. Think about it. So I want to help make sure it is here as long as we are. I heard that it helps to plant a tree, so I  thought up something really special. I planted a Dog Treat Tree!


    First, I dug a hole. Then, I planted a dog bone treat (see red arrow). Next, I made some fertilizer (see blue arrow). Finally, I fish ya’ll liced¬†what the tree will look like when it is grown. I learned how to do that fish ya’ll lice thing by watching the video my Sister Angel Lexi made. I can’t wait until the tree is big and I can pick and eat the bones. I hope it will be ready in less than 87 days. I hope I did a good job for Earth Day!