Friday, August 03, 2018
Steve finally killed the "monster", only to have another storm swoop into town. Poor thing didn't want to go outside even with her brave, older (and 1/2 her size) sister with her. She hid under the slip-covered dining room chair for hours, refused to eat and held onto my arm all night.
This mad sleeping even more uncomfortable that what I usually deal with-my hand was both in pain and asleep at the same time. But being a really good mom, I just held her and tried to comfort her as best I could.
Sunshine's been refusing to eat! Now if it were Pepper we'd just assume he was either tired of the day's can or had decided to add it to his list of "I'm not touching that flavor" foods. But this is a dog we're talking about! Dogs love to eat. Unless of course they think they're about to be attacked by the monster known as common house fly.
So I again called our wonderful Dr. Young and asked what to do? We agreed that since this isn't an all the time problem that she'd give us a prescription for Xanax and we could try that. Yes, that Xanax, the one people with anxiety take-because this is the doggy version.
We picked up the meds and I hid it in a piece of pill pocket. Guess what? For the first time in the almost two years since we adopted her-Sunshine didn't bite her nails for the entire day. Plus, she came out of hiding and ate some dinner.
A lesson learned. Sometimes even 4-legged babies need a bit of help to get through major scary events.
Now, if only we could find a way to fix Lucky's loose knee-cap as easily, there would be a wonderful happening.