State of The Dog
The state of my own personal nation. The Nation of Dog. Just because I am currently not a good blogger, doesn’t mean the world of dog – old dogs, lazy dogs, bad dogs – doesn’t continue to turn. It does. They do. My dogs.
You deserve an update, but its not that exciting. Primarily, we are maintaining the status quo. Holistic vets, raw food, plus some updated spending. There are still dogs to walk, dogs to clean up after, dogs to snuggle, and Pugs to tell “No! Cut that out!”. Singular Pug. He’s plenty. And before my very eyes they are slipping. Ever so slightly. All my best efforts and I’m powerless against it. I chalk it up to short days, cold weather and more napping. That’s part of it. But we’ve also entered this phase. Things aren’t going to get better. My senior dog worries continue to compound. More than half the pack (including Ford) is over 11, with a mixed genetic bag that isn’t doing them any favors. There’s not much I can do about any of it.
Involuntary pooping. As in, we walk, we poop, we wonder where it comes from. Especially in circumstances where we get excited, like say, when we have visitors. Do you see the recipe for disaster here? This is limited to the girl dogs, actually 2 of 3 so far. I’m not naming names to protect their dignity. New acupuncture points have been added to help address failing sphincters. It might be helping. My life = glamourous.
Extended trips to the yard. Because we can no longer hear/see that we are being called in. This is going really well with daylight savings time (dark at 4:30pm) and the rainy season. An elaborate system of flashlight signaling has been set up. Its like our version of flashlight tag, combined with a healthy dose of get-the-hell-in-here. Still more than one soggy, cold trip has been taken to fetch Old Girl #1 or #2 from the depths of the yard where she has become completely engrossed in some smell or weed or (more likely) chicken poop.
New supplements. Always a moving target. More and more senility and mobility problems are creeping in. Hello, Ginkgo! We are ramping up the glucosamine, and changing its format to maximize absorption (hopefully). Still managing to avoid most prescription meds, which makes me happy. My receipts at the supplement store make me less so.
I realize as I write, this is the girls. Only the girls. For now. State of the spayed female nation. Thank goodness. It’s been a rapid progression though. At least from where I stand with the dog treats. Makes me watchful of the boys. (Minus the pug, who is still blissfully young and scrappy.) And it’s changing my mindset about my dogs. How long will this go on? Years? I certainly hope so, for my sake. Is that selfish? What do I hope for them? Less rapid progression, that’s for sure. Can we slow this train down? Will I be able to offer all the comfort they need? Am I just waiting for the other shoe to drop? Can I keep them comfortable? (I ask again.) Then I am amazed with how the hell we got here. So fast. If 12+ years can be fast. All this time, and still there are new waters to navigate. Even for me. With my vast dog experience. (snerk). I’ve had lots of old dogs in and out of this house. Somehow, these dogs are different. Bittersweet comes to mind. I’m happy we’re here together. I know we are in for a bumpy ride.
There is no useful information in this post. Only questions, doubts, and poop on the floor. Maybe some sarcasm. Our life now seems less about training, nutrition, and even management, than it is about spending time together. Comfortable time together. Enjoying the company of dogs. Maybe that’s all its ever really about.