Little Miss Fluffy


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Mum had me groomed pre-Christmas and, now that summer is finally here, my coat is growing – typical! I’m looking very fluffy and my coat is a bit wavy, so I’m looking very cute. Pity I’m also hot again…

I’m having eye problems again. Dad took me to the vet for a routine check-up and Rebecca discovered I’m not making any tears. I’ve been getting drop in my eyes twice a day, which doesn’t thrill me, but my eyes are doing much better now. At this stage Mum and Dad think the eye drops are a long term proposition.


Christmas Eve 2016


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It’s Christmas Eve here and Mum’s feeling better so she thought she’d update my blog.

  • I’ve been well for quite a while now, except for a sudden vomiting session – the very first time Mum put the new rug she’d been given onto the bed!
  • I got groomed for summer by a professional, because Mum was finding my coat hard to manage, and I love me new look. I’m cool and not as itchy scratchy.
  • The cat has been especially wicked and I’ve been scared of her lately because she attacks me when I go outside for a wee. Mum says I need to harden up and attack back but the cat has *very* sharp ends.
  • Mum’s been sick a lot since early September so I have spent a lot of my time lying on the bed with her keeping her company.
  • My ball skills get better as I get older – I turned 10 recently – and I spend a lot of time practising getting the ball to go in just the right place.
  • I know there’s a couple of presents under the tree for me. One’s from Auntie Ailsa and the other’s from the vets because I am such a good patient.

Have a great woofie (or in my case yappie) day tomorrow everyone.



Life’s wee dramas


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My Mum has been slack about sharing all my news, so here’s a catch-up. Back in December I had some health dramas but my shoulder healed ok and my lungs etc seemed to be alright once we’d done the x-rays etc.

Dad had his 7th surgery on his leg and it’s doing well. I know not to jump up or trip him, and was a very good girl, I did a good job of looking after him and making sure he rested enough.

I’ve had the occasional tummy problem but about 10 days ago things got really bad. Fortunately, Rebecca could provide pain relief after hours and to get us over the weekend. We tried a new drug for me, Tramadol, and it worked well. It’s a tiny piece of tablet instead of Mum giving me an injection and it didn’t make me too sleepy.

I had a whole bunch of tests and they shaved my tummy – just in time for winter – and did ultrasounds. I have something weird with my gall bladder, scarring from previous pancreatitis, kidney stones and an enlarged abnormal liver.

The next step would be a biopsy, which is invasive and $700+. Mum and Dad are thinking it over because unless it’s going to give us info we can actually do something with it’s a lot to put me through and a lot of money. They think it might be best to just keep managing the pain when I feel unwell because sometimes I go for months with no problems.

So, that’s me. I’m snoring on the mohair rug at the moment; it’s not a bad life!

Quick catch up


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My Mum’s been a slack blogger, so here’s a quick catch up:

  • I have had my summer haircut. Much cooler but Dad says I look like a dork!
  • The cat and I had a BIG wrestling match, rolling in the dust; I hit the garden edge with my shoulder and couldn’t walk properly. Vet visit…
  • At the vet visit my lungs sounded weird, and my heart looked enlarged in the xrays. $500 of tests…and
  • The tests showed I may be developing a heart problem. Watch and wait.
  • I am happy and yappy, and still keeping Dad company while Mum’s at work.


There’s a weird silence


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The cat and I are friends, but I’m also a bit scared of her. She has very sharp ends and knows how to use them. But she’s got something wrong with her at the moment and I seem to know it. Goldie has lost her voice – normally we call her Little Miss Loud – but at the moment she can barely squeak! She is going to see Rebecca tomorrow for a checkup and maybe some medicine. I just hope it’s not contagious!


It’s always my eyes


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Unless, its my tummy of course. So, we went to the see Craig Irving, the animal eye specialist on Friday. It’s a 2 hour trip down to Palmerston North and I don’t like the car much but I sat on Dad’s knee and was good.

Craig kind of remembered me from last time, when I had a really nasty eye infection at 18 months old. As he said, it was quite uncommon and aggressive, so he was pleased to see me again and looking well. He shone bright red, blue and white lights in my eyes, waved his hands at me to see if I reacted, and then looked into my eyes with a big metal thing on his head. I just stood there looking patient.

Craig says the problem with my left eye is atrophy of the iris, so essentially an ageing problem. It shouldn’t get much worse as I get older. About a quarter of the eye is all sort of hardened which is why my pupil looks triangular and doesn’t contract. I will be light sensitive and find it hard to focus on things close up, which is why I can’t see where the ball goes to start with and don’t feel confident to jump up and down off the furniture. So, it’s good news, and Mum and Dad are much happier. Now we need to do some food training so I regain my confidence.