The “I’m worried about my dog” diet plan!

Want to lose a pound overnight? Just sit all day around, crying and not eating, because you’re sure you’re going to have to put your dog down. Worked for me, although the loss is undoubtedly water weight, given all the weeping.

Our dachshund Annie is twelve and a half. She’s accumulated a number of veterinary issues that can be managed but not fixed. Over the past few weeks, she had become increasingly lame. The vet suspected spinal disk problems because those are common in dachshunds. The x-rays didn’t show anything alarming but when Annie tried to walk yesterday, she just sort of collapsed on her chest and we began to think, This is it.

Then last night I carried her outside before bed and while she was in my arms, I noticed that she had a broken toenail on each of her front feet.

Which is when I stopped crying because this dog is such an effing drama queen, it seemed entirely possible that her toes felt funny so she was refusing to put any weight on them. Just took her over to the groomer for an emergency toenail procedure, and while she’s still limping a little, Annie is — literally — back on her feet again.

4 thoughts on “The “I’m worried about my dog” diet plan!

  1. Mary, how I empathize with you. My Max does all the things his neurosurgeon – Dr. Kube a life saver- has dictated that he shouldn’t. He constantly runs up and down the entry way stairs, sits up and begs for more food, and leaps off the sofa. He’s stubborn, demanding, and very much the family control freak, deciding when it’s mealtime, bedtime, treat time etc. He’s in remarkable shape for a 10 year old dachshund who has suffered through two spinal surgeries. Periodically he has a very bad day or two when he’s not doing any of those things because he’s obviously in pain. Our other animals seem to understand his discomfort, and treat him with an unusual deference. We have Rymadol of hand to help with pain and inflammation, and so far, I have only had to face a day or two of pre-grieving. I can’t change the fact that he won’t life as long as I do, but my mind does not accept that. Annie is a loved family member so enjoy her company and quirky, but endearing dachshund traits and hope for more time as I do. Judi

  2. I’m right there with you, as far as dealing with the loss of a beloved “child”. We have a Black Lab/Blue Healer who runs the house. I’ve never had a dog like her and wonder whether we’ll ever be blessed with another. She is 10 now as well and though I have heard that Blue Healers stay pretty healthy, I know Labs have issues. She is pretty stubborn and bossy and I think she will not give in easily, but I dread having to deal with the loss.
    Sending prayers your way, Mary and Judi, for at least a couple of more years for your loved one!!
    Elaine P.

  3. Ah yes, the dachshunds; drama royalty! I once had an Annie named Ilsa. She was the daughter of Albert, my best friend’s best friend. In addition to the drama, Albert passed along to Ilsa the ability to totally empty the kitchen garbage can (while precisely arranging each purloined putrified parcel equidistant from it’s bag-mate) into the living room anytime we failed to take her on our beer/take-out run. She also did all the things Dachshunds are not supposed to, including sitting up for as long as it took to get a fresh morsel of people food. She never forgave us for rescueing Sandy from the Atlanta ASPCA. And you could forgive her that if you had known Sandy. She was picked because it was clear a canine that pathetic and ugly was doomed for the gas chamber. Ilsa punished us periodically by digging out of the back yard, disappearing for hours and worrying us to the point we could not punish her – only celebrate her return. Sadly, the last escape was on an unmercifully hot Texas summer day and she died of dehydration trying to find her way back under the fence. When Sandy died of heart failure the year our son Colin was born, I decided she and Ilsa would be my forever dogs. Thirty years later, I sometimes think how lovely it would be to come home to trash all over the living room floor – carefully and vengefully arranged.

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