Hey there Readers of Mom's Blog! Are there any of you left? She's been pretty neglectful of this site lately--mostly because she's been working a LOT.
I tried to help her by writing up some stuff for you guys to read, but I just wasn't in the mood. My hips are really, really sore. They're so sore that I don't ever go to the beach in the morning--partly because there are too many steps to go down to get to the car and partly because when I get there, well, it just hurts too much to walk very far. And I can't chase seagulls anymore and that can really depress a dog like me. I'm not a dog that likes to complain, so mostly, I've just been hanging out on my couch or lying on my blanket while my dad reads his papers and watches ESPN.
But on Thursday, my mom and my dad went down to my doctor's office with me. They talked quite a bit about my quality of life and my weight (I've put on a few pounds this past year... I still look pretty good for an old dog, but I'm definitely on the husky side now) and my pain management. The vet went and got some old pictures that my dr. in Cincinnati sent along with me. She didn't look very happy about what she saw. She said my right hip was the most extreme case of hip dyplasia that she'd ever seen, and Mom said yes, it was diagnosed when I was 18 months old. All I know is that my hips hurt really bad and I don't like to walk or stand too much.
So after they talked and talked, they took blood from me and looked in my eyes and checked my teeth and then----HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?---they stuck about 29 needles all over me. No wonder they call it puncture something. The dog had needles everywhere, to release my endorphins or something. I had to lie really still on the floor of the dr's office and and the dr who put the needles in tried to bribe me with some cookies, but I was not falling for that trick. I was not interested in those cookies. I just wanted to get those needles out of me fast and get home to my couch. But Mom said I was a really good boy, cuz I just layed there (I'm great at that now) and waited patiently.
I'm pretty sure that I have to go get punctured next week too and there's some new kinds of pills in my bowl every day, but I feel a little better. I could go walking for 10 houses yesterday instead of my usual 5 or 6 and now when Mom makes lunch, I feel good enough to come see what she's making, even though I know a dog doesn't get lunch, just breakfast and suppah for the dog. Before the needles, I didn't ever get off my couch unless someone came to the door or it was time for me, Mac the Dog to eat.
I heard Mom telling Dad that I had a new lease on life. I'm pretty sure that's a good thing. As for this blog, I'll try to get Mom to work less and pay more attention to it....but who knows how much those needles cost? She might have to get a second job to pay for them.
Nice to see Mac here again...hope the treatment works! You go, boy!
Posted by: Lisa K. | February 16, 2009 at 07:55 AM
I know how you feel, Mac. It's hell to get old!
Posted by: Deb | February 16, 2009 at 08:39 AM
Long live Mac the Dog. We think he should get a Facebook fan page.
Posted by: AA2 | February 16, 2009 at 09:59 AM
Oh Mac, I'm sorry you're hurting. Glad you have such a loving mom and dad and that you get to feeling better soon. You and my 19 year old cat can compare notes.
Posted by: Emma | February 16, 2009 at 04:09 PM
Mac, sending lots of healing thoughts your way. No matter how hard or easy it is to walk, you are a wonderful companion to your mom and dad and obviously they love you very much. I hope your high-tech treatments continue to show results. Just be thankful nobody took a photograph with all those needles poking in you and posted it on a blog! Your dignity is intact.
Never turn down cookies! (That's a message directly from Ruth & Jewel.)
Posted by: margaret | February 16, 2009 at 04:32 PM
Oh, poor Mac, I'm so encouraged to hear that you're responding to treatment! Hugs!
Posted by: Tonya | February 16, 2009 at 11:42 PM
Oh Mac, so sorry to hear about your hips. If it is any consolation, you are very good looking! I tried to switch you out with my lab, but your mom said no. I guess she's pretty smart.
Cheers to Mac!
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