Pressure sores, hygromas or decubital ulcers are wounds that are caused when the bony part of the body such as the elbows, hocks or hips rest for an extended amount of time on a hard surface which restricts blood flow to that area resulting in dead tissue and/or calluses. Often this happens to dog who are seriously ill or injured and are confined for long periods of time.
Pressure sores can be seen in any breed of dog but large and giant dogs seem to be more at risk for developing them.
Pressure sores can often be difficult to treat and can lead to infection if they become deep and are not treated properly. The most common form of treatment is to relieve the pressure from the sore and provide the dog with a soft surface to lay on, such as a padded dog bed or blankets. Pressure sores should be kept clean and in some cases may need to have an antibiotic ointment applied. Pressure sores that form on a dog’s elbow or hock may need to be wrapped with a non-stick bandage to prevent infection and provide a cushion.
Leroy developed pressure sores when he was hospitalized for 4 days. They got worse when he came home because he was pushing off his hocks in order to stand to up.
With guidance from our veterinarian we’ve been able to get the pressure sore on his right hock to almost heal with applying triple antibiotic ointment and wrapping the area with vet wrap.
Keeping the pressure sores covered are a pain in the butt because they are located by a joint that bends constantly. Sometimes I get a good wrap to stay in position and sometimes I don’t.
Even though we’ve been doing the same treatment on the pressure sore on the left hock, it is not being as cooperative.
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The snow came before I had a chance to put the patio furniture away last week and an unfortunate chair took on a little bit of the white stuff.
After a few days all the snow melted in the yard expect for the snow on the chair and Sherman and Leroy decided they would eat the remaining remnants.
I watched from the window as they were doing it and then this happened……
Leroy decided he could get more snow if he stuck his head under the arm of the chair.
I muttered from the window that I didn’t think that was a good idea and shook my head because I knew his head wasn’t going to come out as easy as it went in.
And I was right.
Besides being the obvious Newfoundland dog, Sherman is also so much more to all of us.
We go way back me and him and these are some of the things that Sherman is to me and some things you might have missed over the years.
Sherman is a loyal friend and protector
A study partner
Welcome to Sherman Week!
It’s kind of like Shark Week but cuter and fluffier!
This week this blog and all of our social media sites will be solely devoted to Sherman because on Friday Mr. Sherman turns 8!
It’s a big birthday for my big boy and since my birthday post for him last year was totally lame I decided I needed to make it up to him and devote a whole week gushing over him.
I don’t know if it’s just me or if every Newfie owner takes a deep breath when their Newf turns 8.
I’ve taken my deep breath and I’m ready to move on and start enjoying senior life with Sherman.
He’s got a little bit of grey on his muzzle, a small limp and he sometimes groans like he’s 125 years old but other than that I’m pretty proud to say that Senior Sherman has a lot of pep left in his step. I would go as far to say that Sherman is actually doing better as he approaches 8 then he was when he was approaching 7.
Today I take Leroy in for another check of his weight, albumin levels and protein levels.
I’m kind of torn on how he’s doing right now.
Everyday he gives me signs that I’m getting the old Leroy back.
Yesterday he jumped in bed to wake me up which is something he hasn’t been strong enough to do in quite a few for months.
Monday we went for our longest walk that we’ve been on for months and while he seemed to walk a little slower I could tell he loved every second of it.
His appetite is awesome and his poops are normal.
My backyard is covered in leaves.
You can’t even see a hint of green grass.
The day before you could see green grass because I raked up 80,000 leaves.
But a windy night brought 80,000 more leaves.
It’s Fall. There’s gonna be leaves.
I know this.
I also know that underneath those leaves is dog shit.
I know this and it never fails, no matter how hard I try to spot them, I always step in a pile of dog shit and I have shit and leaves stuck on my shoe.
A layer of smashed shit.
Then a layer of leaves.
Smashed in shit.
Happy Halloween to all you ghost and goblins out there!
This is usually one of my more fun posts of the year but since I took an oath last month NOT to dress Leroy up this year it’s one of my most boring Halloween posts….EV-AR.
All I have is this witches hat.
On a chair.
Sherman doesn’t usually do well being dressed so he’s not very much help to me and the kids are just being totally boring this year.
Bobby’s dressing up as Kevin Love. A basetball player from the Cavs. So scary and creative….NOT.
Gracie’s going as a minion which is cute but every other kid her age is also dressing up as minion. Normally Gracie does something fun….. like last year she was a zombie cheerleader. So cool.
This year, not so much.
Nobody’s cool this year and to top it off it’s suppose to snow tonight.
Yep. Coldest night of the season so far and I can’t even take the dogs with me trick or treating because Sherman’s has a thing about zombies and I’m afraid Leroy would just knock all the kids down and steal their candy.
Now all I have is this 3 year old picture of Leroy as a ghost.
Little by little it seems as though Leroy is getting back to himself.
While he looks different on the outside his mind is definitely getting back to normal which is a bad thing and a good thing.
It’s a good thing because of course it shows that he’s feeling better but it’s a bad thing because it means he is getting back into mischief. Mischief that I would rather not have him getting into because it’s mischief that’s not good for him or for me.
Here’s what I’m talking about:
We had our annual clambake 2 weeks ago and Bobby’s 13th birthday party last week. I was nervous about both parties, but more so the clambake because of Leroy and his current health status and after quite a few days of going back and forth, my husband and I decided to go ahead and keep our plans.
I was super nervous that Leroy would get into some of the food that was around and that all the happenings would just overwhelm him which is why, much to his displeasure, he was kept in his cage for most of the clambake.
We let him join the party after most of the guests left and the food was put away. Rules were explained to the remaining guests to keep all food out of reach and no matter how pathetic Leroy looked at them, not to feed him anything or he would die.
Hey. I had to be stern.
As the mass hysteria reaches all new heights in the outbreak of the Ebola virus I thought we should all take a step back and have a little fun with a serious but out of control situation.
**Please note I am not making light of this situation. Wait…..yes I am because it has been all over the news, in my news feed and on my radio and I can’t take it anymore.
So the Ebola virus is apparently here in the U.S.
Actually, it was here or is here. In my state. One county over.
About 30 minutes south of me which means that someone I know….. knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who may have had contact with the person infected with Ebola who traveled to Ohio at some point in time somewhere.
Which means absolutely nothing but since the media thinks it does and some local schools and shops were closed and people stopped going to work and experts recommended that I talk to my kids about Ebola I thought I should also have a talk with Sherman and Leroy about it because they are family too.
My kids weren’t very concerned about the Ebola virus when I sat down and talked to them about it. They know what’s going on because it’s been plastered everywhere but luckily my kids are pretty chill when it comes to things like this so our talk basically began and ended how every flu season talk goes:
Life goes on. Wash your hands and then wash them some more.
My conversation with Sherman and Leroy was a little more in depth because Sherman is a germ freak and Leroy’s just careless about germs.
So here are my main tips if you find the need to have a special talk about Ebola with your dog.
I love fall…or autumn.
It’s always been my favorite season of the year for various reasons.
I love the fall colors, I love sweater weather. I love Halloween and of course I love everything pumpkin, especially pumpkin spice.
Right now my house has been taking over by every pumpkin scent you can think of.
Sweet cinnamon pumpkin, pumpkin cupcake, pumpkin glazed doughnut, apple pumpkin…..you get the picture.
Every room is a different pumpkin scent.
But I kinda feel sorry for my husband who isn’t a big fan of pumpkin spice scents.
“Do we have anything that’s NOT pumpkin scented?” he asked me the other day.
“Negative Ghost Rider. The house is full of pumpkin spice” I said.