Pom penis blues

[Drunk Monk]

Last night was rough. Jingles had one of his anxiety attacks, coupled with coughing fits. Stacy and Tara really needed sleep, so I spent the night in our living room, trying to calm Jingles. It gave me flashbacks to so many talkdowns I've done, being awake in the dark with another sentient being, struggling to help them find peace so I can sleep myself. It's not the first time I've talked down a four-legged companion. We went outside a lot, in the front yard, as that seems to calm him. I could hear the ocean and see the stars. Jingles has been digging a little nest under the lemon bush and he tucked in there and would not come out. He snapped at me when I pulled him out of there (it was cold and I wasn't going to spend all night watching him outside). It was the most vicious snap he's ever directed at me. Poor pom.

This morning he was much better, peppy at first, ate some breakfast and his meds, and then started napping on the couch. The way my mom sets him up should be better - he'll get more attention and he can run around all crazy if he wants as it's a big house and a big yard. My mom tends to get up a lot at night anyway. She never sleeps the night through. Tomorrow, we'll drop him off at my mom's and she'll take us to the train station (our flight is in the evening). I'll bid goodbye to my dear sweet pom, and hope I'll get to see his smiling face and twinkling eyes again next year upon our return. We'll entrust him to my mom, who can provide a familiar resting place, a peaceful home he's known for years. And if he passes there, like my companions from childhood, he'll be with a loved one, and I'll just have to reunite with him on the other side.

[Drunk Monk]

As any dog owner knows, one of the most wonderful delights is coming home to a furiously wagging tail.

I don't know what my mom did exactly. She only used a small portion of the food and treats we left for her. Jingles is doing great - peppy and his cough is reduced. We are so grateful.

[cranefly]

That's great news.
I've been wondering about him daily, and fearing the worst as you prepared to return.

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

That would not have been a good end to the trip.

The Rat Lives!!

[Drunk Monk]

The great forum crash of Jan 2016 deleted my follow up post that Jingles survived. He's actually doing much better now. My mom never could get him to take his tussigen cough med and just used the doggy hydrocodone. We ran out of the tussigen and as it is a pricey med, delayed on reordering. And now, the Pom is coughing much less. We barely use any meds beyond his bp med. he still coughs and could have a cardiac at any moment, but his energy has improved as well as his overall outlook.

[cranefly]

Is there a missing post here?  The main forum reports a new post here by DM 4 hours ago.  But the most recent post I see is back in December.

[Greg]

I for one am happy there is no post despite what the forum minions were saying. I feared the worst.

[Drunk Monk]

Ya know, I posted via my iPhone last night before midnight and couldn't see any posts beyond 12/16.  After I posted, nothing showed.  I didn't bother to repost.  Now I see all the missing posts, plus last night's post.

I think Greg is fucking with us.

Jingles has figured out some way of escaping our fenced in yard.  He got out twice yesterday.  The first time, T heard him sniffing outside on the veranda.  The second time, I went out in front searching for him, and he was quietly watching me from under our veranda chair with a 'What are you doing calling my name?' expression.  So I sealed up the hole in the fence behind the washing machine, which has been gaping wide open since we moved there.  S texted that he got out again this morning so I'll try seal up the fence again when I get home.  I suspect he's doing some sort of alien pom mutation, like that dog in THE THING (1982).  Poms are weird that way.

[Greg]

Maeve decided it was a fine time to break free when I left the front door open to bring in tQ's new sink. Nothing I like better than racing around the neighborhood chasing the monster. She does not sit quietly under a chair waiting for me to grab her.

Greg fucking with you is a given.

[King Bob]

So now both you and the Pom have to take BP meds?

Our dog gets terrible anxiety from fireworks (and increasingly as she gets older any loud noises). We got a prescription for something (can't remember the name) to give her on Fourth of July, but while it does help, it does not eliminate the problem. Our friend's dog had to go on doggie Prozac as he got old. I guess the anxiety is a small dog thing.

[Drunk Monk]

Yea, and we both have horrible coughs.  Last night, Jingles kept me up all night with coughing fits every 3 hours or so,requiring me to get up and medicate him.  It was a rough night.  Good thing I have a restful weekend ahead.  

NOT.  

[Drunk Monk]

Jingles collapsed on Wednesday, a few hours before I made the 5 hour drive solo to rotr. I kept borrowing the doc's phone to get updates because I don't get service, and came home early yesterday to help with him. He's weak, possibly in pain, and not eating or defecating well. We are all giving him as much tlc as we can and are debating about our Yosemite trip. He has improved slightly since Wednesday but is still weak.

[lady_cranefly]

Poor puppers.

[Drunk Monk]

We're cancelling Yosemite. It's a shame because we won the lottery to climb half dome, something we've been entering for our past few trips, and Tara has never been up there.

Jingles is barely eating. We've been watching the Olympics together. He's sluggish and seems bewildered. He watches us all carefully as he lies in a pile of blankets.

[Greg]

There are no words.