The vets office finally called back Wednesday as I was leaving the parking lot of my work, to go home. We are removing her from the Deramax and only giving her Tramadol, full dosage of 4 pills. I bought some pill pockets and she seems to like those. Doc says that if Doggie is being difficult during meals, give her whatever she wants as long as it's bland. Chicken broth, unseasoned chicken, plain white rice, ground hamburger meat rinsed after cooked... so that's what she's getting and she's pretty damn pleased with herself. She used to eat a full raw diet before (pleasantly referred to as BARF - Bones And Raw Food) but the ex switched her to dog food. Well, toss that crap out! It's nothing but nummies for her from here on out. A little time consuming to cook and prepare (not to mention expensive,) but I'll make a large batch of chicken and broth tomorrow and save it for the rest of the week.
For the past two days she has decided that me going to work alone isn't such a good idea. She's tired of being alone in the house all day, without even having cats to entertain her, so when I leave in the morning she bolts out the door. I know, a dog with bone cancer bolting, seriously?! But alas, she bolts as soon as I open it and then I have to watch her all depressed as she gets reprimanded and sent back inside. It's truly sad to see... truly. No matter how many times I tell her, "doggies don't go to work," it doesn't matter.
Seed planting starts this weekend - before it gets too late! We've had beautiful rain (yes, I said BEAUTIFUL - it's not a typo) and last night a wonderful storm rolled through. Course I didn't hear it because I had my earplugs in trying to drown out the man snoring and the dogs incessant lick lick licking... but I heard it once, in the middle of the night, when I took Doggie out to pee.
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