Whistler insists on not only going to the rambla (shoreline road), but using “3-paw drive” pulls Mark down to the dune walk onto the beach. One week ago – Feb 3, 2015. It’s been busy so we’re just now posting it. Still pix from it are already on Facebook and G+.
It’s possible we overdid it. A few days later, he’s been limping with inflamed rear paws. His doc checked him today and doesn’t think it’s due to the cancer, but just a joint pull and anxiety. So mostly bed-rest for a few days until his first chemotherapy treatment late this week, at the Universidad de la República veterinary school in Montevideo.
Thank you to all who’ve sent good wishes and who’ve helped us afford his treatment. Bless you!
Seashore. Now. Whether you think I’m ready or not!– that was Whistler’s attitude a couple of hours ago. If you’ve been following along this blog, or our social media shares at Mark or Lisa’s Facebook or Google+ sites, you’ll know that Whistler has started walking (hopping) all over the immediate neighborhood again. But still, only within about a 1-to-2 block radius. Which also is within Mark’s “I can pretty much carry this 30kg/75 pound dog back home… I think” just in case.
A couple of days ago, he wanted to go all the way to the corner of the big street, down the long block to the main road. We shared those pictures on Facebook, and wow was he grinning! Here’s one of them:
Last night, he did a full round-the-block fast hop.
But today? Went up the street, then left towards the main road, then absolutely insisted on crossing it to the triangular undeveloped lot that has been one of his favorite “business places” but has been out of reach for a few weeks before the surgery, and of course, since. Then, instead of going back – pulled Mark over to the park across the street and further down. Think we were done? No! At the end of the park, already 2 blocks from the house the shortest way back (4 blocks walked already), he insisted on going right, the block and half further to the rambla, the seaside road!
We learned from yesterday. Sort of. It was such a gorgeous, sunny, cool summer day, that when Mark came back from errands, and Whistler hopped up to greet him, we tried going out in the front. Whissie got “stuck” again, even though he’s hopping around the house and our enclosed back yard more-or-less fine. This time, though, Mark was supporting him with a big half-folded towel under his chest to hold him up. And we didn’t leave the tiny front yard to go down the street, once it was clear that he was too spooked to go walking in the “real outdoors” rather than in a safe backyard.
So he decided this was a better idea for enjoying the great outdoors instead:
Dra. Mariana Amoedo, his friend for a long time from boarding, who is the team lead who put together the surgical team and is in charge of his recovery, brought him home this morning about 11am. He hopped right out of her little VW, and insisted on taking a little walk with Mariana and Mark up the street to do some business and “leave his messages” before coming into the house, so happy to see Lisa. Got right onto his dog bed and stayed down while all hanging out together, then wanted some food.
Here he is in his jumbo crate, enjoying a yummy chewy treat.
It’s the kind with some nutrition in it. (Some.) Mark picked it up at the local veterinarian mutualista Veterinaria SAV, his regular vet clinic, when he got Whistler’s Tramadol painkillers.
He’s back. He can get around. But it’s not at all easy, and we have to be careful that he doesn’t try to overdo it. More importantly, we have to be careful we don’t think he’s better than he already is. We had a scare on that already. Continue reading First Day Home