Okay, okay, it's been uber long since I did my last post! Ever since I became a full-time copywriter, it's like my creative juices have been drained by the end of the day! It also doesn't help that I've spent the last couple of months ghostwriting.
But for everyone who has been so supportive over Danny's fit episode, I totally, totally owe you guys an update.
Danny is doing fantastic! Ever since we brought him back from the vet, it's been a steady climb back to his usual rambunctious self. I brought him back to the clinicfor his yearly check up in June and he was bouncing off the walls and pouncing on every doggie (and non-doggie) scent. When it was his turn, he dashed into the clinic and the moment he saw Dr Kenneth, he jumped on him and started licking him. I guess he's got a good memory.
He was so excited about seeing Dr Kenneth and his assistant that he didn't even seem to notice he was getting an injection. Normally he yelps when the needle goes in, but this time, he was wagging his tail-stump the whole time.
He was supposed to get a blood test to check on his damaged liver but Dr Kenneth decided that as he hadn't had another fit and he was so obviously healthy, we could skip the interrim test and just wait till September to do the final one - saving me about $150.
With that, I went back and did my sums:
Danny's hospital stay - $900
Danny's check up and distemper shots and deworming and heartworm pills... - $120
Having Danny's smackable Schanuzer butt destroying the living room again - Priceless
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Stay Danny Stay
A while back, one of Danny's trainers taught us this trick to calm him when he's scurrying around. It's supposed to work whether or not there's food involved, but Danny is a slave to his stomach so thus far it only works when he has some sort of incentive.
He's chained up in these pics cos the floor was getting cleaned and after his incident, the last thing we want is Danny lapping up soapy water. (Yes, Danny, it smells of roses but I don't think your liver can take another blow!) But the trick works when he's free too.
Seeing he was such a good boy with just one cracker, we decided to up the ante...
On a seperate occasion, I managed to surround him with crakers and make him stay for a good 3 minutes. Yay! Success!
The down side is you need to keep an eagle eye on him or the temptation is just too great. Ah well...it's still an improvement!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
For better or for worse
As each day goes by, Danny is getting visibly better.
On his first day back, walking a few steps would make him pant.
On the second day, he could prop himself up at the dining table to check out what we were having.
On the third day, he tried to bark with the neighbour's dog but could only emit a growl.
On the fourth day, he joined in the doggie chorus.
On the fifth day, he could scuttle around a bit without breaking a sweat.
On the sixth day, he was protesting being confined in the air-con study with me and scratched the door and yelped to be let out.
And, as his energy returns, so do the pitchfork and tail.
Yesterday, I scolded him for the first time since he came home when he barked at me to share my lunch. First time I scolded him all week. (Normally I'm yelling at him everyday.)
Today he tried to snatch dad's socks - got yelled at again.
Hubby is really happy though. He said that this meant that Danny was getting better. (I was surprised cos he's been trying to make Danny a lap dog ever since he arrived.)
It's true, and yes, we are glad. But I think I'm with dad when he said with an air of resignation, "When Danny gets better, he gets worse."
On his first day back, walking a few steps would make him pant.
On the second day, he could prop himself up at the dining table to check out what we were having.
On the third day, he tried to bark with the neighbour's dog but could only emit a growl.
On the fourth day, he joined in the doggie chorus.
On the fifth day, he could scuttle around a bit without breaking a sweat.
On the sixth day, he was protesting being confined in the air-con study with me and scratched the door and yelped to be let out.
And, as his energy returns, so do the pitchfork and tail.
Yesterday, I scolded him for the first time since he came home when he barked at me to share my lunch. First time I scolded him all week. (Normally I'm yelling at him everyday.)
Today he tried to snatch dad's socks - got yelled at again.
Hubby is really happy though. He said that this meant that Danny was getting better. (I was surprised cos he's been trying to make Danny a lap dog ever since he arrived.)
It's true, and yes, we are glad. But I think I'm with dad when he said with an air of resignation, "When Danny gets better, he gets worse."
"I'm back!"
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