Remember Nicky. The pictures of him when he first arrived show dark tear tracks down his face from dental pain. His ribs stuck out and he had kennel cough. Now look at him. He is plump with no more tear tracks. He loves to sleep in blankets, buried in a cocoon. The picture shows him getting ready to dive in for a nap. He sleeps in in the morning until breakfast is ready. He loves running around the house in a circle really fast, or sometimes chewing on a stuffed animal. I can hold him like a baby and he is totally relaxed. He gurgles and coos like a bird or cat when trying to get attention. I think I am in love.
My last blog left off at the kennel cough incident. Nicky came to our house from a distant shelter, to be euthanized the next day. He drank lots of chicken broth, yogurt and soft prescription dog food, along with antibiotics. He slept in a blanket on a pillow. Once recovered, he had dental surgery. 13 teeth were pulled and now he has a crooked smile. He is missing mostly the small teeth, and still manages to crunch a peanut butter treat from Trader Joe's and eats some dry kibble with his canned. He is learning to go potty in all the right spots. (So I felt confident to order new carpet for the whole house) Many have said I must be crazy! So, we were trotting down the street the other day and he started to limp. It progressed to not using his right leg and I carried him home. Lo and behold, he had an abcess between his toes. $300 later and he is again on antibiotics. But walking just fine one day later. Sometimes I wonder if he gets sick just to have more chicken broth and coddling. He is now laying in the sun like a cat soaking up some rays. Having very short hair, he gets cold easily. He likes heating pads and burrowing under blankets to sleep. But the tear tracks down his face (from dental pain) are all gone. yeah!!
I call him Nicky because I saved him in the nick of time from euthanasia. One day after I got him, he would have been no more. So big hearted fool that I am I drove more than 3 hours round trip to Martinez animal shelter to find the dog they called Buster. He has severe dental problems and is about ten years old. I knew nothing else when I took him home. We bonded quickly. He sat on my lap most of the way home. He is is very affectionate, cuddling up and sleeping on my lap or pressed against my side. I thought he purred as he made a rough sound in his throat alot. He was frisky day one, but day two he started coughing and choking, and became listless. Well, he had kennel cough! No interest in water or food. After fearing he was dying of dehydration, I took him to vet monday morning. Antinausea and Antibiotic pills helped his appetite some but now we have new challenges ahead that will be revealed in the next chapter of the blog.
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