It was a tough night for Mr. Mike. He seemed fine when we went to bed, but around 1:00 he woke up panting like crazy and his respiration was too high to count. At first I thought maybe he was just too hot, but it wasn't hot at all last night.. it was actually on the cooler side. He was on the bed and didn't seem to want to move. I took a bowl of water in there for him and put it under his mouth.. he barely touched the water and turned his head. I don't know if maybe he had woken up with a bad dream, had an upset stomach or what it was.

I finally got him off the bed, took the belly band diaper off and took him outside at 2:15. He did what he had to do, and when I got him inside, I gave him a donut hole that he happily ate before I put his diaper back on. Afterward, he laid down next to the bed and then went to sleep on the bathroom floor (it's tile and cooler... he likes it in there). That would have been fine, but he kept moving from place to place until almost 3:30 when he finally went back into the bathroom and slept the rest of the night (at least I think he did).

He woke me up this morning at 7:00... he never gets up that early. I woke the puppy up and let them both outside. When he came in, he slept again until 10:30... just a little while ago, when I woke him up and took him out and then gave him his pills. After he came in, he took his place behind the couch at the corner of the wall. This is his "safe-haven" from Gidget and the rest of the world when he wants to be alone.

After I made the peanut butter and jelly sandwich to give him his pills with, I called him, and he wouldn't come out... even for pbj (by the way.. did I tell you how really spoiled this boy is now? ... now, he won't eat a pbj without the jelly.... peanut butter is just not good enough for him anymore LOL). Well, Gidget was right at my feet waiting for hers, and I thought Mike would come out knowing she was eating without him... nope.. he stayed behind the couch. I took a piece of the sandwich, reached behind the couch, and gave it to him. He ate it happily... my gosh, he really wants service now. He came out from behind the couch and sat at the kitchen door waiting to be served.... What A Diva this guy has become. Well, of course I humored him... he's got to eat (and take his pills).

Little Miss Gidget is getting better every day. The incision looks great. Her leg bothered her a little yesterday and then again this morning, but I've cut the Rimydal from 1/2 twice a day to 1/4 twice a day... so far.. so good. I know she's not hurting as much anymore since it definitely doesn't hurt her to bark anymore... she got her voice back and loves to bark at anything she sees when she's outside (thank God she's not an indoor barker... Mike barks indoors, and she barks outdoors... I can't win :-o ).

Plus, she's as playful as ever. I'm still cautious as to how much she's playing and running right now, at least for another couple of days to make sure there's no problem with the incision. I felt so bad yesterday.. Mike wanted to play with her and when I told them "no", he went and got the Westie Baby so they could play tug. She immediately grabbed on to it until mean old mommy told them to stop. They'll be able to tug soon enough.

Hey Debbie.. I'm sure you're right. I believe Mike understands what's going on. Problem is.. I know he's not happy about it. When I put the diaper on him, I feel like I'm putting it on an old man (human) who is frustrated and embarrassed about what's happening to him. Give Jack a hug from me and some wet Westie nose kisses from the kids (after you clean his nose LOL)

Hope you all are having a wonderful weekend.

Love and Blessings

Debbie and Jack said...

So things are getting back to normal, whatever that is. Glad to hear Gidget, Amy was worried. She is in the midst of spay learning curve right now and sometimes antibiotics alone don't work and the sutures have to be reopened and incision flushed. Sounds like you caught it real early. Thanks heavens for Dr. Blaha coming by so you didn't have to find transport. She is a gem. Does she come to Missouri?

What a love that Mike is. I am a firm believer that he understands everything that is going on and how wonderful his mom is for sure.

Love and Husky hugs,
Debbie and jack

June 14, 2008 11:54 AM