Showing posts with label Casey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Casey. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The girl is back!

Our girl is enjoying her first night back at home after the nail-removal ordeal. It feels great to have her home where she belongs. She'll be on a special diet for a few days along with some antibiotics, but as soon as they brought her out to me at the vet's office I knew she was back to her old self again.
She's got quite an impressive scar on her belly and several stitches that will have to be removed, but she hasn't let me get a photo yet. Also (I found this amusing), there's a little shaved strip on her front paw where her doggie IV was.
Casey's a little restless tonight, but hopefully she'll settle down soon and everything will get back to normal around here. Well, everything except the nail-swallowing. That's really not normal.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Just call her Nails McGee

Well, Casey has outdone herself this time ...
I noticed late last week that her rear end seemed to be in pain: Her tail was tucked between her legs all the time, she groaned when she laid down, she was walking stiffly and growling if we touched her hips or back. She'd shown similar symptoms before and we'd taken her to the vet, who said it most likely was a pulled muscle.
So, I waited a few days to see if she'd get better like she did before but on Friday night, as she lay at my feet whimpering, I decided I had to take her to the vet.
Saturday morning we went to a new vet (the one we'd seen before isn't open on Saturdays) and the vet confirmed my observation: Casey was in a lot of pain. After a tip-to-tail examination, the vet gave our girl a pain shot, sent her home with some anti-inflammatory meds and told us to come back Monday so she could be x-rayed. The vet thought Casey was suffering from hip dysplasia.
After an unfortunate incident Sunday morning when I tried to give Casey her medicine (I got bit. Twice), we made it through the night and I brought her in this morning for the x-ray.
What happened next is what makes this a story worth telling:
Dr. Mounts called and said, "Well, I know what's wrong with your baby" (she's so right, Casey is my baby. Caddy is too — always has been — but I never would have guessed I would fall for a dog).
Then she said, "She swallowed a nail."
What?
Yeah, I think that would cause some pain and general grumpiness. Especially if it had been in there for a few days.
So Dr. Mounts performed emergency "foreign body removal" surgery and a few hours later she called to let me know everything had gone well.
She said the nail is about 1/2 inch long and attached to a piece of plastic. Oh yeah, and there was a rubber band in there as well.
Nick and I visited Casey after work this evening, and she was alert but definitely not herself. And who can blame her because after all, she had her tummy and her intestine both cut open and sewed back up. Ouch.
She was really pitiful looking in her big kennel at the vet's office hooked up to a "doggie IV" fluid drip. She'll have to stay there tonight and tomorrow night so they can make sure she's OK to go home.
Poor baby.
So I asked Dr. Mounts what other strange things she's removed from dogs' stomachs and here's what she said:
1. Condom
2. Tampon
3. Rocks (multiple rocks from the same dog — a daschund)
4. Towel (an entire towel)
So I guess a nail wasn't the strangest thing on her list, but shocking nonetheless. Dr. Mounts said she figured it had been in there a few days. The funny thing is Casey was still eating, drinking and pooping like normal.
By some miracle, the nail hadn't punctured her intestine, thereby making the whole ordeal much less complicated and scary.
Since all of this, I've now decided to switch vets. Vets need to be open, at least for a little while, on the weekend. Period. And, a successful nail-removal surgery will sell a dog owner on a vet any day. At least, it'll sell this dog-owner.
I wish we could've taken a few pictures of Casey with her doggie IV, because that's priceless. Although I'm sure our girl wouldn't appreciate being photographed in such a compromising position. Maybe we can swing by tomorrow and get the pics.
In the meantime, Nick and I are thanking our lucky stars she's OK and wondering how we'll get through two nights without her here with us.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Sunday column: Casey and me

I'm not ashamed to admit that I love a good routine.
Chalk it up to the unpredictable nature of my profession or my desire to establish some sort of order in the chaos that is life, but I'm usually happiest when I can count on some sort of routine.
I'm proud to say that I've recently established a new daily pattern that has had unexpected positive side effects.
About three months ago, I started taking Casey the dog on a walk every day after work. I realize this may not sound like anything worth mentioning, much less dedicating precious newspaper ink to, but I assure you it is.
Let's just say Casey is not a lap dog. She's 35 pounds of wiggling, tail-wagging, so-happy-to-see-you energy. And because she's confined to a relatively small house during the day, she has more than a little pent-up energy. Prior to the establishment of my new routine, when her walks were more sporadic, Casey had to come up with, shall we say, creative ways to release her doggie energy. Usually, this was in the form of methodically chewing her way through an entire drawer full of my husband's socks — which honestly was starting to get expensive, although not without being slightly amusing.
So I took pity on poor Casey and resolved to walk her every day.
It didn't take long for her to catch on to our new routine.
Now, when I arrive home from work in the evening, she greets me with a wagging tail and an expectant look. She follows me from room to room until she sees me pick up the leash, at which point she positions herself at the front door, muscles coiled to bolt out.
I hook her up to the leash and we're off, usually around the neighborhood, but sometimes at one of the city parks.
Although the effect of the daily walks on Casey was immediately noticeable, it took me a few weeks to realize the impact they were having on me.
As Casey sniffs her way through the neighborhood and arrives back at home tired but happy, I began to notice I'd walk through the door with a clearer head and higher spirits.
Taking a 30-minute walk after a long and usually stressful day at the office does more for my mood than I could have imagined.
Now, I've read all the national studies and reports that testify to the psychological as well as physical benefits of exercise, even something as simple as walking.
There have been times in my life when I hit the gym regularly, taking aerobics classes, spinning classes, lifting weights, etc. But never did that exercise impact me the way my dog-walking has.
It's got to have something to do with being outside.
You see, I spend most of my days under fluorescent lights in an office with no windows, staring at a computer screen. When I step outside for lunch, I'm usually temporarily blinded by the sunlight, even on a cloudy day.
Breathing fresh air, using my muscles and soaking in some natural light can work wonders, I've discovered.
Not to mention, seeing Casey revel in her daily walks is highly entertaining and satisfying.
She's clearly on a mission during our walks. She's got to sniff every tree and stare down every cat, squirrel or other creature smaller than herself, all the while trotting several strides ahead of me.
Casey's even acquired some neighborhood admirers thanks to our walks, with one pleasant gentleman even complimenting her on her goatee.
To other dog owners out there, even those with lap dogs, who may walk their furry friends every once in a while like I used to, why not try a new routine? Even if you don't have a dog, there's nothing stopping you from taking a walk.
There's no question our lives are becoming increasingly sedentary. After spending four years walking from class to class across Louisiana Tech's campus, then starting a "real" job after graduation where I spent nine hours a day at a desk in front of a computer screen, I remember the distinct feeling that my body was, how shall I put it … softening.
The key is to find the right type and schedule for exercise that suits you. It may take some trial and error. Heck, I'm paying for a gym membership every month that I'm not using. But that's OK, because now I've discovered that walking is what's right for me at this time.
Even better than the obvious and well-documented health benefits, it's the psychological benefits that have kept me committed to my walking routine. If all it takes to feel refreshed and centered is a little time walking outside, I'd be crazy not to.
Plus, Casey might revert to her old sock-eating antics and, after we recently invested in re-stocking the sock drawer, that just wouldn't be rational.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

The verdict is in

I think Casey likes our new place. She looks pretty comfortable, no?

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Snack time

Casey's favorite: leftover peanut butter (thanks to Mom for giving us the idea!)

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Sunday column: Crazy pets



The first step is admitting that you have a problem, right?
I'm proud to say that I accomplished that first step this week, but it was on behalf of the two furry members of my family. I, like all of you I'm sure, have no problems of my own that I need to admit to, of course. Which is why I've taken it upon myself to speak up for Casey the dog and Caddy the cat.
These two are riddled with problems, and their problems always seem to become my problems before long.
The odd thing is, both the cat and the dog seem to have a similar problem, yet each expresses it in her own unique way.
I believe my pets have a touch of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Now let me stop here and be completely clear about something: I realize OCD is a serious and very real mental illness. In no way am I poking fun at those who suffer from it; I have simply made some observations over the past year or so that lead me to believe there very well may be OCD tendencies that exist in certain domesticated animals. Namely, my domesticated animals.
Let's start with Caddy. I found her at a cat shelter in 2003 and she's been with me ever since. We've made many, many moves and been through a lot together. She was even gracious enough to allow my husband into the fold once he entered the picture. If you've ever had a cat, then you know how significant that is. Not to say she doesn't turn on him from time to time … but, she does the best she can.
Caddy is a ray of sunshine in my life in every way except one. Her feline OCD seems to flare up at the most inopportune times — i.e., in the middle of the night.
She always curls up nicely with me when I go to bed, where I suppose she's just biding her time before she strikes. Her target: my glasses. At night, I take off my glasses and put them on the bedside table. Inevitably, before the night is over, Caddy has snuck over to the table and attacked them. Her favorite thing is to knock them somewhere in the room that's hard to get to, especially in my condition — bleary-eyed from sleep and practically blind without any contacts or glasses.
Why does Caddy insist upon battering my glasses night after night? Why, no matter where I put them — make that, hide them — is she able to locate my glasses and pounce? Why does she leave my husband's glasses untouched night after night?
These are the mysteries that, as a pet owner, it is my burden to endure.
At least Casey's OCD rears its ugly head in the light of day. She's a Border Collie mix that Nick and I adopted about a year ago whose facial expressions and unfailingly happy personality keep us highly entertained. A few months ago, we noticed that she seemed to always run a particular route around our house. She'll dash from the front door to the back door, then over to the corner by the entertainment center and back again. She runs full steam ahead to each checkpoint, gives it a sniff or two, then scrambles on to the next one.
If she were running this triangular route on anything but our vinyl floor, there would be a clear path worn from door to door to corner.
She does this over and over again, no matter how many toys we give her or how much we walk her. I don't believe it's a matter of her burning up unspent energy or being bored. I believe she has a compulsion to repeatedly check these areas of our house.
It's a fairly harmless thing, nothing like Caddy's destructive late-night behavior. The only annoyance or danger comes if you happen to cross her path at the wrong moment, which will result in both Casey and you skidding across the floor.
But she'll just bounce right back up and resume her checks.
Caddy and Casey, in spite of their various "quirks," help keep our household busy and amusing.
Casey is constantly trying to sneak some of Caddy's food, and Caddy has recently decided that she will drink only from Casey's water bowl.
Then there's the constant symphony of growling, hissing, barking and meowing that reverberates through the house when they get on each other's nerves.
Of course, we wouldn't have it any other way.
Plus, I finally found a way to recover my glasses a little quicker after Caddy's finished with them at night — I wake up my husband and make him find them.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

She has a refined palate

Casey's new favorite snack: Crocs! In both the navy blue and tie-dye varieties.


Saturday, July 12, 2008

Vote for Casey, too!

Of course, Casey was entered into the Cutest Pet Contest, too. Click here to vote for her. But, be sure to vote for Caddy too!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Accessorizing

While shopping at Target, I couldn't resist getting this $1 bandanna for Casey. You can't really tell in the picture, but it has little strawberries all over it. Very stylish. Other big news in Casey's life this week: She made the switch from puppy food to real dog food. She's a year old now, so it's time for her to start eating like a grown-up. If only she'd act a little more grown up ...

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Hard day for Casey

Little did Casey know what was in store for her this morning, when she was so excited about all the new smells and friends she encountered at the vet's office. She was so excited, in fact, that she peed a great big smelly puddle right on the office floor ... inches away from the front door. Yeah, I was real excited about that, too.
She went into the vet this morning a woman and came back, well, not quite a women any more. She's been pretty low energy this evening, which for her is saying A LOT (if you've met her, you know what I'm talking about).
Nick and I are just trying to pamper her and enjoy Calm Casey while it lasts.