Leroy continues to improve each day. We have a long way to go especially in the weight gain category but even though it gives me ulcers, it’s awesome to see him returning to his old mischievous self, especially when he stole a cooked pork bone off the table the other day when it was left on the table for 0.02 seconds.
Luckily, he was just as shocked as we were that he had a ginormous pork bone in his mouth and the recovery of the bone was done quickly and without incident, except my Leroy ulcer grew a bit bigger.
Besides being a an unsuccessful thief, Leroy’s illness has contributed to several small conditions over the past few weeks and one of those conditions is a bit delicate and a bit private because it involves his manly dog parts.
We like to refer to those manly parts as his chicken nuggets.
According to Wikipedia, ” A community is a social unit of any size that shares common values.
In human communities, intent, belief, resources, preferences, needs, risks, and a number of other conditions may be present and common, affecting the identity of the participants and their degree of cohesiveness.
Since the advent of the Internet, the concept of community has less geographical limitation, as people can now gather virtually in an online community and share common interests regardless of physical location. “
In my life I’ve only really felt that I belonged in one community and that is the pet community.
The pet community has me written all over it. We all share a love for pets no matter how big or small. We are all passionate about our pets.
I’ve been apart of various branches of the pet community in several ways over the years:
We were making dinner Sunday night and getting to that really crucial time.
You know that time where the last 2 minutes of a meal that you’ve been preparing for well over an hour can make or break the whole meal.
Well we were there when we heard this sound.
It’s a sound that normally wouldn’t make us stop in our tracks but it’s also a sound that we haven’t heard in quite some time.
Then a little louder.
Then a little louder with some more power behind it.
This has what has been driving around with me for the last week.
It’s Leroy’s favorite toy and it’s been sitting in the front seat of my car for 8 days now.
9 if your reading this on Thursday.
I put it in my car when I went to visit him last week in the hospital.
I thought I would bring him something from home to keep him company and safe.
But when I got to the hospital I remembered that when I use to work at the vet clinic we didn’t like putting personal things with the hospitalized patients unless it was specifically requested.
You know, there’s diseases and stuff and things get lost or misplaced.
So I left it in the car and it’s been sitting there ever since.
I drive around a lot so I saw it all the time and it was a reminder of Leroy, that he was sick, and even though I wasn’t with him……. I was still thinking of him and had a piece of him with me.
Every time someone would get in my car they would ask “What’s this?”
Leroy came home from the hospital on Saturday night.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to get around to updating much on his situation as I would of liked.
Things were crazy hectic.
I’ve never had a dog sick like this before.
Sherman has been sick and injured before.
Leroy has been sick and injured before.
But neither one of them have been so sick that I wasn’t sure if they would be coming again.
It was scary and crazy and it still is.
You know what it was like?
It’s been a whirlwind of a week and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to write this post.
For those who haven’t heard, Leroy has been hospitalized since Tuesday.
His health took a turn for the worse and he is in the intensive care unit at a local animal hospital.
Because all of this is happening so fast and it’s getting very costly, with encouragement from my close friends here in the blogging community, I have set up a Go Fund Me page for Leroy.
That page explains what is happening and why we set up the fund.
For those that have made donations, thank you just doesn’t seem like enough.
My family and I are eternally grateful for your generosity.
For those who are not able to make a monetary donation, please remember that prayers and good thoughts are just as valuable.
For those that have shared about Leroy’s fund, that has been instrumental and thank you.
For those who have ever doubted humanity, please take a look at Leroy’s page. It may just change your mind.
Today is the day we hopefully get some answers as to what is going on with Leroy as he undergoes an upper and lower GI scope but it’s also the day that poses the greatest risk for Leroy because he is weak.
If you have any prayers and good thoughts left could you please send them to Leroy around 11:00am (EST) time this morning?
Thank you so much.
I have so much to tell you guys about the last few days but right now all I want to do is concentrate on the next few hours.
I’ll be sure to update Leroy’s site as I am able to.
We got this new patio furniture a few weeks ago and it took us a bit to find the perfect spot for it.
First we had it outside on our deck.
Then we had it outside under our gazebo.
Then we had it just outside.
Finally we decided that it worked best under our patio.
This post is part of the Caring For Critters Round Robin hosted by Jodi from Heart Like A Dog. Each day a different blogger will share a particular experience that their pet has had with a specific injury, illness, disease or condition and how they dealt with it.
Please note that these experiences and treatments should not be taken as medical advice. We consulted with several veterinarians along our journey to get to the place we are today.
Got it? Good. Now let’s get started.
The topic I’ll be writing about today is Sherman’s torn ACL and our conservative approach to his healing.
Sherman is an almost 8 year old intact male Newfoundland. He weighs about 140 pounds and I will never forget the day that he tore his right cruciate ligament.
It was December 17, 2012 around 6:30am and my husband and I were just heading out the door with Leroy to go to a dog show. I let the dogs outside one more time to go potty. When Sherman walked out the door he was fine. When he walked back in he was not bearing any weight on his right rear leg and I knew right then and there that he tore his ACL.
I admit that I’ve been kind of hard on some people who we encounter on our walks.
Maybe not hard to them personally, like to their face, but I’ve poked fun, been totally annoyed and not all that nice in my head to some of them.
Take for instance last week when my husband and I were taking the dogs for a walk and a pizza delivery guy was just finishing up his delivery and he was getting back in his car and said, “Looks like you’re walking 2 bears. Haha.”
Of course I smiled and fake laughed and then I muttered to my husband, ” Like I’ve never heard that one before. Yeah. Cause people always walk bears down the street on a leash.”
I’ve been too hard people.
It’s just a sight to see. I get it, so now I have to come clean.
I’m not a perfect dog walker and I have no room to bitch.
Here’s a few things that I do wrong when out walking the dogs.
I’m sure most of you have heard the news by now and if you haven’t, brace yourself.
Hello Kitty is NOT a cat.
She’s a little girl.
I know, right?
What the hell is up with that?
According to her creators, a Japanese company called Sanrio, she’s a girl.
“Hello Kitty is not a cat. She’s a cartoon character. She is a little girl. She is a friend. But she is not a cat. She’s never depicted on all fours. She walks and sits like a two-legged creature. She does have a pet cat of her own, however, and it’s called Charmmy Kitty.”
Stop it right now.