Week 4: Returning to my Room! For Good!

Baby chillaxing in my room

Baby chillaxing in my room

Going into the yard!

Going into the yard!

This is my precious angel Babycakes in my room.

This morning right before my alarm went off, my mom came into my room with a surprise! Baby had been waiting outside my room, wanting to come in. The minute she got there, she jumped up on the bed, laid down right up next to me and started snoozing!

It was the perfect start of the day! She even stayed in my room while I got ready for work. She didn’t even want to get up when I left.

Tonight when I said, “Baby, it’s time for bed,” she headed for the stairs and straight up to my bedroom (and when that happened, Coal made a beeline for my mom’s room, knowing he got to sleep with her instead of his bed). She plopped herself down on the floor and fell asleep. Baby has not slept in my room regularly since probably January with a one night trial in March. I literally almost cried. She’s improving so much!

Before Baby started to deteriorate, you’d tell her to go to bed and she would stand at the bottom of the stairs waiting for confirmation. Now she’s back to the point where she can sleep in my room again.

I am more hopeful now than I ever have been!

Doggy kisses on the nose,

Callie

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This is Coal

Coal is on the wrong side of the blanket!

Coal is on the wrong side of the blanket!


Above is a picture of my other dog, Coal. He’s a black lab/greyhound mix. He weighs over 95 pounds. I think. But of course he thinks that he’s a tiny little lap dog. Coalie is my big black teddy bear. He has a very expressive face and is even known to argue with me a time or two. Literally. People laugh when I say that, but it’s true! Ask my mom!

Anyway, before Baby’s diagnosis, Coal was the one with all the health problems. When my stepdad got him from the pound, he was worm-infested. Less than a year later, he had to have knee surgery. And then he had to start taking glucosamine for his back (it’s a very curved back and his legs are long!). The next year he had a minor tumor on his back that had to be removed. When I was a freshman in high school, Coal went outside in the morning, came back in and had puss in his left eye. It was determined that he had a chemical burn from some plant fluid or something. And last year he had to have the eye removed. In addition to that he has arthritis just like Baby.

Now it may seem like he has had a pretty depressing life, being a one-eyed dog with several health issues. But I swear, Coal is the happiest, friendliest dog anyone will ever meet. He loves to play tug-o-war and fetch. And he can catch spot on – even with one eye! He loves to pose on the floor, enticing you to pet him and rub his belly. Whenever you are in his sights and/or you say his name, his tail immediately begins to wag! And watch out! That tail is lethal!

His favorite hang out: Mom's bed

His favorite hang out: Mom’s bed

Coal has been a good big brother to Baby. When she got sick, he was very confused and upset. And you could tell. His one eye said it all. It was like he was saying, “Mom! Something is not right!” Every morning they used to kiss noses and she stopped doing that and he was very very concerned.

However, now that Baby is improving and getting somewhat special attention, Coal is jealous. And Coal has always been a jealous dog. He likes the attention. He’s very alpha male that way. But anyway, he has been a big stinker butt as of late. He’s being obstinate when I ask him to go outside. He just sits there and stares at me like, “No, I will not!” And he settles down in Baby’s bed and growls at us in frustration when we ask him to move.

But he’s still a good boy. He’s precious isn’t he?

And I really don’t care if you think I’m crazy, COAL AND I DO TALK TO EACH OTHER! He has human expressions. I swear it!

One-eyed dog winks,

Callie

Trying to tell me how it is!

Trying to tell me how it is!

Week 2: Sitting in my lap!

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This week began with a great start! I was sitting with Baby on the kitchen floor last Sunday and she got up, turned around, and plopped her lil’ butt in my lap. She stayed like that for a few minutes before she got up and walked away. My mom and I had a good laugh.

As the week went on, Baby made some more great milestones. I was very happy about. On Wednesday when I got home from a meeting in Warrensburg, I headed straight upstairs to my room. Little did I know I had a follower! My blind Baby walked up the stairs all by herself when she usually has my mom to accompany her. She walked straight into my room and laid down on the floor, just like she used to when she could see. She stayed up there for close to an hour. I literally almost cried.

Having Baby in my room again was a great feeling. Before she was diagnosed, Baby always always always slept in my bed. When I was there, she slept in my room with me. She never slept downstairs with our other dog, Coal. But when she was diagnosed with SARDs she discontinued that practice. She felt more comfortable downstairs with Coal in her own little bed. It was hard for me because I got so used to having her sleep in my room that occasionally I couldn’t sleep. One of the suggestions for owners of SARDs dogs is to adapt to their routine and not the other way around. As much as I hate it that Baby rarely comes to my room anymore, much less sleeps there, I have to adapt to her what’s most comfortable to her. So I enlisted my giant stuffed lion and a giant stuffed sheep dog (aptly named Simba and Big Shadow) to replace the space in my blankets where Baby once was.

One thing I have noticed, especially this week, Baby hates to be away from my mom for very long. She’s almost like a little child that way. Just as children hate to be far away from their mommies for too terrible long, Baby is the same way. To her my mom is safety. Now that she can’t see, she feels safest when near my mom. Just like me when I was a kid.

Doggy kisses on the nose,

Callie.