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Pink Floyd is looking good. For the five years I’ve had her, she’s been known as the big kitty with the teeny-weeny head. Since our border collie puppy Charlie arrived on the scene, Pink has transformed herself. Between the Charlie … Continue reading
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The menu has been impressive. Hand-made meatballs and spaghetti. Barbecued buffalo burgers. Flank steak and au jus. Sauteed shrimp. Food fit for a queen. Queen Lexie, that is. Ordinarily, this food would be off limits for a dog. And for … Continue reading
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As summer winds down, Charlie is busy learning new tricks. I taught him the most recent one. It involves chasing a ball over to a small wading pool, then dipping his nose deep enough to grab the ball. Yes, riveting … Continue reading
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I’ll cut to the chase. Lex is eating again. It started a couple days ago when she snuck into Charlie’s bowl of puppy chow, and she ate the whole thing. Then yesterday morning, she ate seven slices of deli turkey, … Continue reading
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Lex has fallen in and out of love with countless foods in the last couple weeks. I can’t keep up with it. But Lex keeps chugging along. Somehow she is surviving on power biscuits slathered in peanut butter. I even … Continue reading
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A couple days ago Lexie finally stopped eating dog food. She still has a taste for human culinary treats, and in the last day or so has survived on hard boiled eggs (see recipe below), a broiled pork chop and … Continue reading
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The vet says I have one-and-a-half days of Lexie refusing food before I should get concerned. Usually, sometime around the 24-hour mark, I’m anxious. And I begin resorting to extreme measures. This only after I have exhausted my options. Treats … Continue reading
Snapping this photo was a test of patience and vanity. Some 20 frames later, Matt and I finally settled on this family portrait.
Today we officially unveil a new blog name: Our Furever Family.
While Matt and I loved Finding Furever, in many ways it no longer fits. Our search to find a new dog has brought us Charlie. Along with our aging, somewhat sickly pup Lexie and our cat Pink Floyd, we no longer are looking for furever.
We already have it.
So to reflect this new leg of the journey, we wanted a name that showcased our new family status.
The interactive nature of this blog has allowed us to speak with many of you and to hear about what did and didn’t work for you and your pups. To help chronicle the great suggestions that you offer, I have added two more pages to the site: Resources and Books. Neither page is exhaustive; rather they serve as a starting spot for conversation or a springboard to research. I plan on writing book reviews to complement the suggested reading page. Please keep your ideas coming; this collective grows stronger with your input.
With new and old friends at home and abroad, these bonds propel us.
We’re glad to call you family.
Today marks day four of the new medication regime for Lexie. Early indications show she’s responding well. The pain medication allows her to get around the house and into the yard a bit easier, and she hasn’t peed on herself since we started the med for incontinence. Her appetite has been hit-or-miss, but mostly a hit.
I know it’s early in her treatment, but I have to cherish these simple victories. I’m sure she will not survive her kidney failure. My sweet pup is in the sunset of her life.
Snuggled in at the end of the couch — her favorite spot in the world — Lexie is content. Her eyes closed, paws crossed beneath her chin, gently twitching … she’s chasing rabbits somewhere.
Keep dreaming, Lex. Today is a good day.
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Charlie wears his Thundershirt for the last time. The chest strap proved to be a better chew toy than his many bones.
OK, so the Thundershirt lasted exactly one week.
Charlie managed the chew through the chest trap, turning it into a useless doggie tubetop. Desperation kicked in, and I thought I could salvage the destruction. I pullled the chest strap tighter, just barely fastening the gnawed remnants of velcro together. Part swaddling/part straightjacket, the shirt is designed to alleviate doggie stress. Sadly, it was no defense against Charlie’s anxiety. I’m sure it didn’t take much to pop the chest strap open once we left for Eastern Market.
The good news is that Charlie was so busy chewing his Thundershirt that it didn’t even occur to him to chew on the window sill.
Good dog. Right?
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