Week's Rest

First, the Lady I rescued and I would like to thank all of our readers for their kinds words and great advice on my last post The Vet. It was last Thursday evening that the Lady and my dad rushed me to the vet when my condition worsened on my right front leg. First, the Lady was very confused how come the injury returned after such a long time, over a month, which caused her to think it could have been something else. Like when she stepped on me (accidentally)! Or when dad heard me fall out of bed. But those all happened after I had started to limp again earlier in the week.

Dad carried me into the vet and kept me in his arms the whole time we waited. It was nice but I was still scared and shaking some. The vet examined me and a nice assistant lady I hadn't met before helped. The vet asked to see me walk and this time he could see how lame I had become, so he was very concerned about my condition. Scary words were mentioned, as a Doxie the scariest of them all, disc disease, or a neck injury. The tests he did for those came back negative but it is still something to consider. The Lady then told him about how much I pulled when I walked, so much so that I wear a pinch collar. I can't wear a halter because I am impossible to walk wearing one. The vet suggested the Gentle Leader which mom had seen before and is not a fan of at all!

Walk, please?

The treatment the vet gave us was Tramadol for the pain, and Predisone. I have had trouble taking the steroid before so mom knows to give me Pepcid first. The vet said it was a low dose so shouldn't be an issue. Then the worst news of all, complete rest for a whole week! No walks, no running, jumping, nothing! And I have to be carried up and down the stairs to go potty because we live on the second floor! The worst part will be when the meds start to mask the pain. Then I will want to get active but not be healed. Well that is where we are at now. After four days of meds I am walking almost normal and seem to feel great! But I am bored! This morning I kept giving the Lady the "look" hoping for the "walk" word. No luck. I keep squeeking my favorite ball, no luck. I roll it under the furniture and whine for them to get it, which they do, but then they won't chase me, or throw it! What is wrong with me? With them? I don't understand and I am so unhappy right now.

I'm bored and unhappy!

The Lady is just giving me the steroid medication now. She decided to stop the Tramadol since I don't seem to be in any pain. My week of "rest" ends on Friday. Once the meds end and I start to get active again we are going to have to watch closely for any signs of limping. IF my limping comes back, mom wants to first go back to the vet for more xrays. One of our readers suggestions was to have several different views taken. The vet did take two but we want to make sure that all possible views were done. As the doctor suggested a cat scan if I don't improve we want to make sure that its necessary first.

When the doctor mentioned a possible neck injury the Lady got a major case of the guilts. This is because she knows how bad I pull on the leash, when not wearing my pinch collar. At BlogPaws she didn't want me to wear the pinch collar, so I did a lot of pulling and straining there. She is very concerned she hurt me. Despite her misgivings about the Gentle Leader she did buy one for me. As soon as I am allowed to go on walks we are going to start training with that. We shall see, hmm?

Love, Dolly the Doxie (mix)

xoxox