Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Birthday Ashke!

Snow day!

So, I'm doing work...
getting rest...
nursing Chandler...
and spoiling my Ashke kitty,
because it's his birthday. :)
12 years of cattitude,
and many more to come.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Teflon fur

Well, the oozing has stopped for now.
I'm amazed that Chandler's throat fur has returned to pristine white.
I'd tried to clean him up yesterday with middling success.
However, it seems that within 24 hours his coat has repelled all the bloody ooze stains.
I knew he had a Teflon coat but this is almost unbelievable.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

More updates

After having a good night, Chandler proceeded to have an awful day.
The wound finally decided to break open and drain.
I'm not sure if it was painful or just extremely disconcerting for him,
but he was frantic to try to get the fluids off of his fur.
Maybe it's some instinct that says he shouldn't look or smell wounded.

Anyway, he looks a mess despite my efforts to clean him up.
I've got towels thrown down all over, and have created a giant nest of them
in a blocked in area next to my bed.

*sigh* methinks I shall be washing a lot of towels with bleach this week.
At least his appetite is still good,
and someone from the ES list has offered to make me a bach flower remedy.

Friday, February 9, 2007


Chandler seems to be doing very well, although I'm sure a lot
of that is the pain medication. He has a nasty looking swelling in
his neck but seems to be getting around ok.

He apparently took my father on a running (for my dad) trip around the
apartment building. We think he was looking for me and gave up when
there was no recent scent. Otherwise he spent most of the day
sleeping on a pile of blankets. Now he seems to be following me
around, as usual.

One can of canned dog food was quickly eaten, although he was less
enthused about his dry food this morning. He probably thinks I made a
mistake and give him a giant bowl of canned cat food! (Doggie heaven!)

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Freak Accident

I have a GOOD dog.
I also have one of the luckiest unlucky dogs in the world.

Yesterday Chandler was zooming through the woods and somehow managed to impale himself upon a stick. Getting him to the vet when he screamed whenever I picked him up or the car went over a bump was an ordeal in itself. Unfortunately, I didn't know what had happened since the stick had broken off inside, and there was no blood, so apparently they didn't find it until they did x-rays.

It turns out the stick was over 7 inches long, an inch wide, and had passed right between his jugular vein and thoracic artery to become embedded in his lower neck. The entire staff of the vet's was impressed, to say the least. (I'm thinking I need to find his guardian angel and send cookies or something.)

And during all this, he never tried to bite ANYBODY. Not me when I had to pick him up, and not any of the vet's staff. (I have a VERY good dog.)

He's home today, stuffed with antibiotics and painkiller. I'm amazed he's limping around. I'm just glad he's here.

If anyone has any suggestions about what I can do to make him more comfortable while he's recovering, I'd appreciate it. The vet was decent about "here's the pills" but less so on the other stuff. I may be mounding up the cats' blankets for him...