I’m starting to think Melvin is working this ‘not feeling well’ to secure real estate on the big bed.  I almost expect to walk into the bathroom and see him running the thermometer under hot water or to catch him practicing his sad face in the mirror.

Waiting game.

Melvin is feeling better.  He’s still slow and not easy to motivate but I can tell he is perking back up.  No more seizures and his stomach seems to be tolerating food better, although he continues to have the shoestring drool that indicates he’s still nauseous.  We are now just waiting for a plan to get in and see an internal medicine specialist and a neurologist.

In the meantime, I’m flashing back to the six hours we spent at the ER on Saturday.  Here are some favorites…

  • Vet Tech:  His face looks a little emaciated compared to his body, do you see that?  Me:  I love his face!
  • Vet:  Is he more yellow than usual?  Me:  He’s pure pink, I don’t see anything but pink.  Oh, wait, I see some red on top of the pink.
  • Vet:  Here is the estimate for what we want to… Me: Do it. Whatever he needs, do it.
  • Vet:  The only thing we didn’t do was an x-ray… Me: Do it, otherwise I will worry all weekend that we missed something that the x-ray would have shown.
  • Vet:  Can you hold him while I listen to his lungs.  Me:  I can try, but I am not very good at this.  Vet: No, no you’re not.

Emaciated or not, I LOVE THIS FACE!

Sick day(s).

Melvin had a rough weekend.  He was unable to keep food down and then he had a mild seizure.  His face started to spasm and then one of his hind legs started thrashing about (which alarmed him so he jumped up but the leg had a mind of its own and kept flailing about).  After a trip to the emergency vet, we have ruled a lot out but are still not sure what it is.  Most things point to neurological.  Melvin has always had mild tremors in his legs however the tremors have been increasing, and with the weekend mini-seizure it is clear that we need to see a specialist.

Don’t these things always seem to happen on holiday weekends?  I mean we could have had him in to see a neurologist by now and know, or have some clue about what is going on.  But here we are, staring at one another with no idea at all.  And poor Melvin, he is allergic to protein and grains so he cannot have boiled chicken and rice.  He has to go without food.  He. Is. Not. Happy.

I am not happy either.  I want him well, always.

Here is my patient, passed out on top of me.

And here he is doing what he did all weekend, sleeping.


I’m in the closet cause it’s a three-day weekend which usually means She has plans that include the black rolling box.  That black rolling box is ginormous cause she always packs way too much just the right amount and needs a big bag to fit forty outfits for 3-days. I am certain I can fit in it.  Thus, I will lay here until it shows up then I will jump inside it and go with Her. I have no clue how She will get it down the steps but I’m willing to risk injury (hers and mine) for this.

Happy Memorial Day weekend!  Wish me luck…

Home schooling.

I am home for a few days (working but still home) and have decided to make the best of this time with Melvin and do some training. My number one goal right now is to curb his urge to bolt to the window at every noise.

Let me make it clear how intensely he wants to get to the window.  He can be asleep, eating or five rooms away and if he hears even the slightest hint of a noise out front, it is up and 60 mph in a nano-second.  Be dammed the island stools, outta his way all area rugs, screw you foyer table.  He wants to see and bark and so see and bark he shall do.  It must stop.  I’m not even that bothered that he barks.  I believe in freedom of speech.  I’m much more concerned with the intensity that arrises in him the moment he hears a noise.

I have considered several different techniques.  Time-outs do not work so well for him, or maybe I should say I’d have to train him on that before using it as a tool.  I can put him behind a door and open the door one second later and he bounds out as if he’s been in captivity for a year.  He focuses too much on the joy of release to care why they hell he is in there.

Today’s lesson: We are locked in the office de-sensitizing him to all that goes on out front.    Learn to watch and then eventually ignore.