Looks like once the Foo got a taste of the good stuff......there is no turning back.
Back when the Foo needed to take 18,437,273 pills every day, mom came up with some tricks to get the medicine down. One of these included a healthy squirt of whippy cream.
These days, the Foo has become a very picky eater. Sometimes even ignoring her bowl of kibble. Yes, I know. Lowly kibble is for mere peasants. Mom's tried several ways to get the Foo to eat more. Wet food, meh. Chicken broth, warmed, meh. Leftover chicken or beef shredded up, better. But there is one sure way to get the Foo to lick her bowl clean.
Now the Foo stares mom down till she gets the delightful enhancement:
Mom told me that a very special writer was coming to town. When I head it was none other than Heather McElhatton (a.k.a Walter's Mom), I demanded that mom get me there to hear her read in the fur.
You see, being a pug, it can be kinda hard to read books. Turning the pages can get pretty difficult without thumbs! So, I secretly listen to books on tape. Listening to a pick-you-own story on tape was a little challenging, but I managed it. Clever, very clever.
But Jennifer Johnson? Fabulous! Finally, a story that tells it like it is. I must have listened to that book 10 times! There's hope for single girls everywhere!
So, when I heard there was going to be a reading at Barbara's Books in Chicago, I went right to Google to see how to get there. I went on a complete cuteness strike until mom agreed to drive me down. The Foo wanted to go, but since she really prefers cheap dime-store romance novels, I told her it would be a bit of an insult to attend. Agent Awesome wanted to come too. She hasn't read any of my fovorite author's books, but that's Ok, because Heather say's they are rated PG-15*
It was soooo exciting. As we got to the bookstore, I couldn't help but sniff everything! Heather, Heather...where are you?!?
I was so excited, I could not stop moving!
Here's a better picture....
Of course, as the only four-legged fan, I got the pug's-share of her attention! And a signed copy of the new book just for me! I let her write Foo's name too, just to show how nice I am. And it seems like I might be the ONLY four-legged fan who's come to the bookstore; the nice workers there were totally charmed and treated me like a queen!
It was just the best night.Ever.
Heather was so nice. She didn't even get upset when I tried my famous sneak-lick attack trick. Or when I left half my fur on her pretty black jacket. We made her promise to bring Walter next time.
* Heather says her books are too grown-up for Agent Awesome. No one under 15 should be reading these books. But she explained to Agent Awesome (owner of the red legs) that she was hard at work on a book just for young adult readers. And she even promised to send us a copy when it gets done.
It was a big night for me, and I had to go home quickly to get ready for the big wedding adventure - stay tuned for the details.
PeeS: Mom says big SORRY for slacking off on the blog keeping. Sometimes she gets superbusy (or lazy).
Today was Foo's follow up visit at the eye vet. Her eyeball looks like it's repositioned itself back where it belongs, or, close enough. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to have sight in the eye, and that's probably permanent. She's getting around really well, so it should not be a problem for her. PSA: even thought the eye isn't functional, if the ulcer gets badly infected, it will need to be removed. I think Foo has had quite enough surgery already.
Here she is with Dr. Mohoric. Cute, huh? As you can see, Foo did a pretty good job of cooperating with the doc and his assistant. She does have an ulceration that we need to clear up, so its 2 medicines, each 6 times a day. Her other eye is doing well but will always need the Tacrolimus drops for dry eye.
Ok - total for the Foo: 2 drops, six times a day. 1 drop, 2x day. 2 pills twice a day, and two pills once a day. I've totally lost count!
So Gen was feeling kind of left out......and we took her for a check-up too. Well, turns out she has some pretty serious problems too. Poor tear production, and chronic dry eye have allowed verydark pigmentation to develop. He thinks it is impairing Gen's vision. That's possible, but she can see a speck of food at 20 paces......so I don't think she's suffering. So, she get Tacrolimus for life too.
Hmmm, who makes that stuff? I think I'd better buy some stock!
I should probably start by saying that I'm OK! But here's the whole story:
Mom and Honey decided to take a quick getaway over the weekend, since Mom has never seen "the house in Wisconsin". So, they loaded up the car with all sorts of crap, including our crate!
Because the Foo (me) couldn't be left with just anyone. All those eye drops, you know. So, a road trip to Wisconsin it was. We've been to Wisconsin before to go to PugFest, and that was OK, so we were excited.
Except it was pretty hot out around here. But Mom cranked up the A/C in the car, and all was good. I got to sit on her lap for most of the way too. Did you know that the floor in front of the passenger seat is the exact perfect size for a Foo? She even carried me into the grocery store when we got the Prtizl's for "provisions" (Honey forgot the buns). And we even got our personal fan up at the house.
This is me, enjoying the wilderness, from the deck.
That's my "Before" shot.
And here's Gen.
Note the creative use of the forks by Honey, who forgot a few parts for the grill.
For most of the way back, I was doing fine. Crazy Honey HAD to go see the Ten Chimneys Historial Landmark. Honey thought is was some kind of Native/Indian natural landmark, but no. It had something to with actors. Whateves. He and mom got completely eaten by 'squitos. Serves em right. Then mom HAD to stop at this quilt shop. Patched Works. Yeah right, like she doesn't have enough UFOs!
At the quilt shop, Honey took us on a nice quick walk while momma was shopping and we were both just fine. But when momma took us out of the car at home, I had a puffed up belly, was really hot and having trouble standing, along with my exaggerated panting. Now I am an old girl, so I do pant alot. But mom knew this was just not right.
So I got a quick ride to my old friends at Animal 911. They were REALLY worried about me. I had to stay overnight, with oxygen and a tubie down my nose (yuck). They gave me an IV and lots of medicines to help my breathing. They checked on me all night. By the time momma came back in the morning, I was able to breath all by myself, no more tubbie. See:
I'm not quite my energetic old self, but I'm breathing OK and just taking it easy. My regular vet even called to see what kind of trouble I got my self into this time! See my aligator head stuffie? He's helping to keep me comfy. I get to take 4 different medicines every day for about a week. That translates into a lot of WHIPPY CREAM! And take a look at my EYE! It's almost all better now. It must be allPaw Power my friends are sending! See, it's WORKING!
Don't I look comfy?
And let's not forget Big Sister Gen, who has been watching over me. Right now she is laying low (ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz) to keep the excitement level down so I can recover. Thanks, Gen.