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Friday 5: Wrap It or Cap It

Alpha

W-A-T-E-R Water!

W-A-T-E-R Water!

Max is doing surprisingly well. I say this because just a week ago, we were having the “Quality of Life” discussion, as barely moved for three days and we were carrying him outside to do his business. This post was sitting in my drafts folder and was very different. Last Monday was my brother’s birthday and we were gutted at dinner because the only thing in Max’s “W” column was that he was still eating.

And then on Tuesday the ears pricked up and the tail started wagging again. He accepted his harness and started sniffing everything like it’s brand new. This morning he happily pranced across the street with us for his morning walk. I don’t know what happened, but the only thing I can guess is that he’s adapting to his new reality. The fancy expensive grain-free food isn’t beloved (although Ollie hasn’t puked since we started it) so to get him to eat it all we’re cutting the old Purina Savor food into it. Yes, we are buying two different dog foods to make this work. No, I don’t care.

In the face of this changing landscape, an unlikely pack alpha has emerged.

Hyper-alert.

Hyper-alert guard dog.

Now, this wasn’t always the plan. The “alpha” line of succession went as such…

1) Max
2) Charlie
3) Remy, the tiny mouse that occasionally skittered through the kitchen
4) Ollie

But things being as they are (and Remy having mysteriously vanished), it’s Ollie now.

Snuggling.

Snuggling.

Max approves.

Max's eyes

We are two months past Max’s diabetes diagnosis and things are going as well as can be expected. His pee strips were still showing higher levels of sugar, so we’ve slowly moved his insulin dosage up to 9 units twice a day.

Max, dog of my heart.

Max, dog of my heart.

The constant drinking and peeing has stopped, with only an occasional leak here and there which could just be the signs of an old dog.

Now he’s close to 100% blind. It’s heartbreaking to open a bag of treats in the kitchen and watch Ollie speed in alone while Max carefully shuffles in a minute later. And he doesn’t look directly at me anymore. Instead, his cloudy eyes look past me.

But don’t count Max out. He’s scrappy and smart. He’s learning the lay of the land. It’s like watching a little snuffly Roomba robot as he walks the baseboards. He’ll softly bump his nose into something and then adjust. We are talking to him during our walks and getting him used to following our voices. He’s relearned how to use the ottoman to hop onto the sofa. And yesterday, he even stole a toy from Ollie — Just like the old days!

We are in this ’til the end. Max has been with me through a lot of my own changes and crises. The least I can do in return is narrate a walk. 🙂

Friday 5: Wrap It or Cap It

Happy Friday!

I bought them each a  deer antler at the pet store to chew on. Max keeps stealing Ollie's, no matter which one Ollie has. Max can be a real jerk, but I love him.

I bought them each a deer antler at the pet store to chew on. Max keeps stealing Ollie’s, no matter which one Ollie has. Max can be a real jerk, but I love him.


Tonight I’m off to see Gone Girl with some lovely ladies. Tomorrow Max has a(nother) vet appointment at noon. He’s on new food now. Fingers and paws crossed for nice drop in blood glucose. Otherwise I don’t know what else to do – I really don’t want to have to buy prescription food just for him. It’ll be a nightmare keeping him and Ollie eating out of their proper bowls. He’s already on more insulin than Mickey was, but he also weighs almost twice as much. I looked back at my blog entries from 2003, and when Mickey couldn’t be stabilized he had to be kept at the vet’s all day for monitoring every 2 hours. The vet’s being a lot more laissez-faire this time around, but I have to remember this is a different dog. Mickey had heart problems, too, and Max is thankfully pretty stout and healthy.

Ugh. I’m over-analyzing this. Different dogs are different. Moving on.

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Here’s the Friday 5 – this week’s theme is “Wrap It or Cap It” which honestly sounds a bit safe-sexish to me.

1. What did you last stick a sticker on?
I made an appointment with a financial guy (!) to talk about what to do with my Gannett 401k (!!) and about a potential house down payment (!!!). The exclamation points are to indicate terrifyingly adult things that even at forty-cough I’m still amazed I have the chops to do. In my planner, I put a little dollar bill sticker on that date, which completely negates the serious adultness of it all.

2. What did you last put a lid on?

I put the cap onto my eyebrow pencil this morning, if a cap counts. It’s not that my brows are thin (au contraire), it’s just that I’m growing some gray very light almost white-blond eyebrow hairs now and having an eyebrow pencil darken up behind them helps my brows stand out.

3. What did you last wrap in foil?

A sad, leftover turkey burger from earlier this week. We made four, ate three. Number four was wrapped in foil and went into one of WM’s lunches this week.

4. What did you last unscrew a screw out of?

A battery compartment on a little light-up pumpkin I bought at Target. It used AAA batteries which I don’t have, so I immediately re-screwed the lid back onto the battery compartment and moved on. It looks just as lovely without the light.

5. What did you last hold together with tape?

The FedEx label onto our exhibit box when I shipped it back here from Atlanta. I always rip the top sheet off too hard and pull the second layer with it.

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Have a great weekend!

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