TPLO Surgery and Recovery / Week 8—Great News!

I start this with absolutely fabulous news. We had our 8th week post-surgery visit with a radiograph. Bella was pronounced 90% healed and ready to resume normal activities. We have to e-a-s-e into it as she hasn't been doing anything for two months. (Food consumption has been cut as she's getting a bit pudgy with lack of exercise.) Swimming, highly recommended. Chasing balls, not very recommended, but if she is on a sit/stay at my side, I can toss it and release her when it's landed. Or, I can roll a ball to her. Oh Bella! She will be in heaven! BALLS!! She can hike. She can play with her buddies for 5 or 10 minutes.

The new rule is if she is tired and sore after limited exertion, lay off for a day or two. Administer carprofen and regroup. If she is good after limited play, I can do it the next day and up it by some matter of minutes. This is all fabulous, wonderful, extraordinary. I'd been told it was a six month process of slow, patient, structured re-introduction to exercise. And it is that. The vet said a solid six months to full healing, but Bella can move and resume most of ordinary life—and so can we.

Dog Visitors

Amber

Bella's buddy Amber stayed with us for a few days. Bella is very respectful of Amber's age (11 1/2 years) and doesn't badger her, although I know she wants to play with her. Amber looks fabulous: her coat is shiny and thick and gait is steady, but I've noticed that our linoleum floor is hard for her to negotiate. Her back end slipped frequently. It made me sad. Amber has gone through two ACL surgeries and is now on steady chemo meds for mast cell cancer yet seems so young at heart. The slipping makes me realize that she's old. I kept her on the carpet as much as possible and nothing from her in the kitchen the required speed. Next time, I'll have rubber-backed carpet for her.

Amber, as with all good dogs, never complains. You have to scratch your head at dogs' adaptability. Yes, she know our house and us, but her owner comes over and leaves her. (Emphasis from the dog's point of view.) Amber just fit right in to our schedule. She even learned to wait with a biscuit on her paw before chewing. What a good girl!

In a couple of weeks, we'll be taking care of another dog, K2. Bella and K2 will play hard and have a fabulous time. Bella likes the company and doggie interactions.

Who Bella does not like is our neighbor's maltese-cross, Misu. Misu is not very well socialized, but sweet (if ill-behaved). Yet she must have done some bad dog thing to Bella, because she is the only dog Bella cannot tolerate. I was concerned yesterday when I let Bella into the back yard and realized Misu was there. Bella assumed the pose: rigid, standing over Misu. Misu peed all over herself. Luckily I could remove Bellie from the scene without incident and leash Misu (because she doesn't know the word 'come') and return her home.

Baja's Second First–Mountain Biking in the Bufadora

Biking through the cactus last year.

We took Bella mountain biking in the Bufadora! This is a large cardón cactus forest at the end of our bay. Last year we kept her to the sand road skirting the area, but yesterday took her onto the trails. My concern was that Bellie's Australian Shepherd genes keep her running alongside my husband's bike. Not viable in a cactus forest! She tried to maintain her position, but she understands the command "Ahead." We tried to keep her there as much as possible.

This year has seen a lot of rain; the whole drive down we talked about how green everything was. The forest was truly spectacular. Desert grass skirted the trails, cactus were in bloom and everything was green, green, green. The trails were in excellent condition as the rain had packed the sand. Cycling was easy because of it.

No one puts their dogs in booties down here, even though I was told to bring them.  Although I had them in my Camelback, I didn't make Bellie wear them. Every major trail intersection, we'd stop and check her paws. She was good to go!

The temperature is still cool and there was no need to worry about her overheating. We had plenty of water with us. We'll keep riding with her until the morning temps prove to hot.

Tricks & Commands

Our weather has been inordinately cold. For a full week, day time temperature have not cracked freezing. Even the office, which is normally the warmest room in the house because of the heat generated by the computer, is cold. It's sunny and beautiful outside, but I just don't have the clothes to stay comfortably warm outside for very long. This creates a puppy occupational hazard.

To combat bored puppy syndrome, I decided to work with her on different tricks and commands. There are two I'm concentrating on at present. The first is the command "out" so that whatever she has in her mouth she spits out. She is actually pretty good about it, but I want it to happen instantly. If Bella has something she really loves (her tennis ball) or something she really wants (food) in her mouth, spitting it out won't happen immediately. In the case of food, I may have to "dig" it out. Here's a great video showing an example. Now if I can get Bella to do it as quickly as Pip, I'm in luck!

The trick we're presently undertaking is weaving between my legs. At this point, with luring, she's doing great. Luring means you walk a dog incrementally through the steps by having them follow food or a toy. The holdup is our ability (or lack thereof) to maneuver our hands and treats effortlessly to get Bella moving smoothly. (We are finding ourselves not quite agile enough!) This will be great for later if I choose to take her through agility. Basically, you hold food between your legs with the dog facing you. Guide the dog in between your legs, sweeping your arm around the back side of your leg to the front. Transfer the treat quickly to the other hand and guide her through and around the other leg. Here's a good video showing the technique. Eventually we'll stop luring and work with hand gestures.

These are as good for Bella as they are for us and as always, if done correctly, she’s learning and mentally stimulated and we’re bonding. Gotta love that!

Happiness is Digging in Sand

One of Bella's favorite occupations in Baja was digging. Sand is so easy and she would dig for long, long stretches of time! The nice thing was how easy it was to refill the hole. My husband was worried she would try the same antics at home. No. Not even interested. Too much work!

Christmas Chews

I come from an extended family of pet gift givers. In fact, I live in a neighborhood of dog owners who give other dogs a gift. Not everyone is as picky as I about what Bella is allowed to eat, so it is important to remain diplomatic while sometimes disposing of the treat after the fact.

What won't I give her?

• Anything that says "Made in China." I'm sorry, but too many horror stories have come from there regarding contaminants in human food that there is no reason to believe a pet toy would be higher quality. 
• Any toy that does not say where it's made. There is no reason to believe anything made here is better, but if it says made in the USA, I'm more of a believer. If it gives no place of origin, I am highly skeptical.
• Any toy of a vibrant, unnatural color where the smell is the most prominent thing about it. (This does not include disgusting, but obviously tasty, bully sticks.) What makes it smell like that?
• Any toy that is soft or has loose, easy-to-swallow bits. Bella is too vigorous a chewer to waste the money or risk the hazard.
• Rope toys with lots of color. I know some will be ingested so what dye did they use?
• Raw hide chews. This has been because of choking, but then I read this article in Bark. (I really should buy stock in that magazine. I love it!) If I could make the screeching sound here of tires squealing to a stop, I would. The author's description of how chews are made is enough to stop anyone from ever buying a raw hide chew again.

I quote from the magazine article:

Other poisonous residues that may show up in rawhide include arsenic and formaldehyde. Even dog skin is a possibility. An ongoing investigation of the fur trade by Humane Society International, an arm of the HSUS, resulted in this information, as listed on their website: “In a particularly grisly twist, the skins of brutally slaughtered dogs in Thailand are mixed with other bits of skin to produce rawhide chew toys for pet dogs. Manufacturers told investigators that these chew toys are regularly exported to and sold in U.S. stores.”

I'm sure there are toys that I give Bella that are far from perfect, that do contain dyes that aren't good, but I do try to find out where it is made and of what. In fact, I am almost more careful with what she gets, because I know some of it will be eaten, no matter how closely I monitor.

What I don't feel badly about is letting the gift giver know what can go into the manufacturing of a raw hide chew. It isn't good for any dog.

Indestructible Dog Toys—Do They Exist?

I was chatting with a friend today about dog toys. Remember my post last December about the wonderful customer reward we received from our dog food store? My friend now shops there and we were discussing this year's goody bag which included a plush toy. Her dog, a lovely, sedate boy of six, has been carrying his toy around the house for the past two weeks. Bella and I picked up our bag yesterday. My lovely, energetic girl of two and a half, eviscerated, decapitated and delimbed hers within ten minutes. So I was lamenting with my friend that the amount of money I've thrown at toys is depressing as Bella destroys them so rapidly. Truly, if something lasts a week, I am thrilled.

Bella and the short lived Mr. Leopard.

I have been very interested in getting her a Nina Ottoson toy but they are just too expensive to have Bella destroy in a sitting. Treat filled toys my other dogs "worked" to get their food reward; Bella just chews through. There is no game involved other than the direct route to the reward.

I have given her Tuffys before (not so plush, plush toys) and those do last nearly a week as long as I get her an "8" or higher on the chew scale. I've read about some other plush toys called Fluff and Tuff that claim they are nearly indestructible, but they aren't available here. So I was quite thrilled when one of the clerks at the pet food store told me about Bionics. Again, it's a treat toy. Their selling schtick is if your dog destroys it, they'll send you another one for free. If your dog destroys the replacement, your dog becomes a product tester. This could mean toys for life! And, no sooner did the marketing ploy suck me into buying one, but I read about Goughnuts which has a similar promise.

This is music to my ears and a jingle in my pocket. Could there actually be a toy Bella can't destroy? The verdict is out. I'll report back on what we discover. Now tell me, have you discovered a chew-proof toy yet?

Back from Utah

Bella happily running WITHOUT her booties.

What a great trip! The weather began beautifully enough—low 70s during the day and sunny. Nights were in the 40s; stars amazing. For rides, I put Bella into some Ruff Wear booties and though she wasn't happy about it, she managed. The slickrock in that area is like sand paper and I knew, even if our ride was short, her paws would be raw. Two of them were lost by the end of the third day. Bum deal—and expensive.

She did do a run/ride on an old jeep, 4-wheel drive road that was a combination of rock and dirt. Her paws were okay at the end of that, but her muscles were sore from four days of running. Luckily, with a day of rest, she was ready to go again and I was able to locate a shop in town that carried the booties and get another pair. We won't be losing those again even if I have to staple them to her!

The last third of the trip, the weather turned cold. Days were no more than 50 degrees and nights in the low 20s. Sleeping for all of us was fitful and it took a while in the morning to warm up and be functional. We did a lot of hiking during this period in an area called Cedar Mesa. Incredible Anasazi ruins and petroglyphs everywhere. Not all trails allowed dogs, so we stuck to those that did.

Locals warned us that the coyotes could be quite opportunistic, so we were watchful when we let Bellie roam. Luckily, by nature, she stays close to the van and stakes out only a small perimeter. During the time we were gone, we only heard one coyote chorus, but it was thrilling. Just as the night sky began to lighten, several coyotes began yipping and howling. They sounded joyous and almost next to our van! Had they run into buddies they hadn't seen for a while or had they just completed a terrific hunt?

For Bella, the thrill was to be with us 24/7, off leash, in an environment of delicious new smells. I do think she's happy to be back home where meals come on time and the bed is cushy and warm. But a leash? Nope. She'd rather be back in Utah!

FOOTNOTE: I mentioned in my last post all the dog paraphernalia I was packing for her. Guess what I forgot? A brush! We were in dusty, dusty locations and she became a "Pigpen" with clouds of dust rising off her with each pat on her side. Bathing her was one of our priorities on return so she's now a clean machine!

What's in your dog bag?

We're frantically trying to pack for our trip so that we can leave bright and shiny tomorrow. Like anyone who is responsible for others, packing becomes more elaborate when one packs for more than oneself! I usually pack Bella first while I'm calm and collected, as the closer we get to leaving, the tension of time-schedules-gone-awry amps up and I'm afraid I might leave something important for her.

What, you might be asking, do I pack for my dog?

• Food
• Treats
• Chews
• Bowls
• Chuck-It
• Dog bag

...and what's in her dog bag?

• Towel
• Extra leash
• Extra collar
• Poop bags
• Kong
• Tooth brush/doggie tooth paste
• Dog Booties
• Doggie back pack
• 2 water bottles
• Collapsible water bowl
• Blinking light for her collar
• 4 chuck-it balls (in case one gets lost in the tundra)
• Nail trimmer (2...not sure why)
• Doggie Shampoo
• First aid kit (better than ours)

What's in the first aid kit? That will have to wait until another time...

Someone has MY toy!

I love this picture.

Boone stole Bella's toy and she is none to happy with the situation. He's studiously ignoring her.

Oh the unfairness of it all!

Buddies

We've been gone for a while on a cycling trip with friends. It's an annual camping, active affair and always fun—road and mountain biking, hiking and sometimes, even kite boarding thrown in! This year, however, we cut it short as temperatures soared into the high 90s/low 100s. Can't do much in that kind of weather!

Bella blistered both front pads early in the trip, so she was out of the mountain biking loop early—much to her disappointment! Luckily we were usually near water, so there were many fetch-it games involving sticks and swimming.

Bella and Boone resting.

Her new buddy, Boone, was along for the trip. Our friends have had him just over six months. He's around five and obviously was well-loved and cared for by his previous owner. He's gentle and trusting, but didn't know much about playing. He's a fast learner!

Bella taught him all about play, fetch, and swimming. At the start of the trip, he did none of those things. He'd step in the water, but that was it. Play? Wasn't sure what that was about. Fetch? Why bother? Retrieve isn't his forte, but he loved chasing Bella (on land or water) as she went after the stick or ball.

Boone's owners are gone this weekend (celebrating their 30th anniversary), so Boone is here. We were a little concerned how he'd handle being left at our house being that he is fairly new to the group. But he'd been to our house several times already and lived with us in close proximity on the trip. What a gem! Bella's nose is a bit out of joint, but they've had a wonderful weekend together.

Paddle Boarding with Bella

Bella is a water dog, right? I thought paddle boarding with her would be a snap—after all in the videos (see the YouTube video above), it looks so easy. A friend's dog is so addicted to paddle boarding that she has a hard time keeping him off other people's boards. The minute someone comes close to shore, her dog, Boone, hops on. I also wanted to get some practicing in before we head back to Baja this winter when I want her to be able to go out with me. I'd even looked into floats for Bella thinking if she fell off she'd be able to swim to shore if she couldn't get back on the board.

So the last time we were in the Gorge, I borrowed a friend's board to give it a try. Perhaps it was the wrong place to experiment. The Event Site in Hood River is a zoo. There are people, kids, dogs, strollers, windsurf and kite board equipment scattered everywhere, paddle boards and lawn chairs cheek and jowl to each other. Kids dropping food, people tossing balls, frisbees sailing through the air—chaos! To expect Bella to be able to pay attention is really asking a lot.

None-the-less, we were down at the water and she was game. I brought the nose of the board to the beach so she could walk onto it. Walking on proved not so easy. There were a few leaps off the board into the water—both for lack of balance and for the uncertainty of standing on a tippy surface. But my friend's board has a sticky surface, so once Bella settled in, I took off and headed out into the Columbia River.

I had paddled out perhaps 50 yards from shore when I saw the stick floating in the water. I tried to stir away from it so she wouldn't see it. Too late! Bella took a flying leap off the board to retrieve the stick; I flew off the board backwards. She returned to shore with the stick, dropped it and looked up at the nearest person to beg sweetly for a toss. I crawled back onto the board and gimped back to shore.

Lesson One was a bust. If it ever stops raining, maybe we'll get a chance at Lesson Two...

Beyond Exhausted

Ball-catching water baby.

I think Bella is setting up a theme for the summer. I'm realizing if she doesn't set limits for herself, than I must. I haven't heard of a dog working themselves to death, but I was watching her very closely this weekend for over-exhaustion.

The weekend was wonderful. It was a true taste of summer—each day broke sunny and warm—and was quite the contrast to our year to-date. We were visiting friends at their home on a small Puget Sound island. It began with a girls' weekend: the owner, another friend, Bella and myself.

Getting there is a bit of a chore as there are few ferries and those run infrequently. The ferry that you catch takes people only, no cars. If you have your own boat, you can go at any point, but that wasn't the case for us. We had to bring not only our own suitcase, but all the food for the weekend (and there would end up being eight of us). In addition, I was schlepping Bella's bag as well Bella. The ferry requires all dogs wear a muzzle. Luckily I had one from Lucy, but because the trip was rather spontaneous, I had only a few days to work with her on it.

I came across this video that I think is truly fabulous and wish I had had more time to do this to acclimatize Bella. Fortunately for me, my Bella-girl is quite accommodating and although she tried a couple of times to rub it off, was basically nonplussed by it. This will work well for Baja next year!

When we reached the island, we unloaded all of our things to a cart which we could wheel to the car our host leaves there. It was truly wonderful to have 24 hours by ourselves before the others joined us. Girl Time! We walked around the entire island. Bella was thrilled to be able to run loose. It took her no time at all the jump into Puget Sound and paddle around! The only accident was that she took quite a chunk out of a toe on her back left paw. It didn't seem to slow her down and I felt bandaging it would be futile considering she was in and out of the water. I left it to the salt water to keep it well rinsed and always hosed her down when she came on shore again.

She also had the opportunity to ride in a motor boat. I was concerned she might try to  leap out (too much water around her inducing dive in to swim), but she stayed put. She got plenty of  "fetch time" with us, but when the six other guys arrived, she was in heaven. Eight people throwing things on the beach and in the water makes for one tired puppy!

The last day we were there, I was watching her quite closely. I could tell she was flagging at the end of the day, but if people tossed, she continued to run. One of the guys kept throwing a ball out into the water and though I was on the deck, I kept my eye on her to see if she was slowing or having trouble swimming. She was also ingesting large amounts of salt water. She didn't get sick, but I was worried she wasn't getting enough fresh water down her gullet to flush herself out.

Last night when we finally got home, Bella crashed. She no sooner got out of the car than laid down. Got up for dinner, than down again. And she couldn't see to settle—that disturbed me. She groaned frequently and wasn't able to find a comfortable position. I finally gave her a baby aspirin. I'm sure her muscles are sore and I think her toe is very tender.

Next time we're in that situation, I will moderate her activity (and her enablers!) before she gets so worn out. She has barely moved today and tomorrow, I expect more of the same. I'm sure she'll be perky by tomorrow evening and rambunctious by Wednesday, but right now she's just dog-tired.

Exhausted!

Bella just spent the past five days with her half-sister, Molly, here. The first day Molly was a bit unglued. She's been here a lot, but all dogs go through an adjustment period when their family walks out the door leaving them behind in a place that isn't their home. Molly was no exception.

Bella was initially ecstatic to have Molly here, then jealous and would worm her way between Molly and us when we were lavishing attention on her sister. After a couple of days, everyone settled into a comfortable routine.

Bella has a lot more energy than Molly although there is only a year difference in age. Additionally, Molly is overweight and lethargic by nature. However Molly, being 100% Australian Shepherd, is all about herding while Bella has her Labrador daddy's retrieving genes. Watching the two in action was great!

I'd toss the ball and off Bella would go with Molly herding her. After a couple of tosses, Molly was too tired to keep up the pace, so would wait halfway between Bella's fetch and me so she could chase just a short distance. Molly grabbed one of Bella's squeaky balls and would chase Bella, squeaking the whole way. It was very cute.

Last night I dropped Molly off at her house and when I returned with Bella, I could tell she was dog-tired! Too much fun! The sweet thing was, instead of curling up in her bed, Bella went over to the spot where Molly had slept and curled up there.

Chuck-it!

Got the veterinarian okay and played our first game of Chuck-it since her surgery 10 days ago. Bella was ecstatic!

Oh the Teeth!

I mentioned my concern regarding Bella's topped teeth here. And as in all good serendipity, this concern was recently followed by a couple of articles by a local vet in our paper. One was on appropriate chew toys and the other on teeth cleaning. They both just served to focus my attention.

With Lucy, our last dog, I learned through adversity, that teeth cleaning was important. She never had teeth problems, but she had a horrible time with the anesthesia and/or other drugs they gave her during the procedure. She'd stagger around the house crying for hours after the surgery. It was awful. I vowed to be more diligent about this area of doggie maintenance with my next dog. Enter Bella, stage left. I brush her teeth about 5-6 days out of the week. I've never been able to do a very thorough job and noticed some tartar (?) or plaque (?) build up despite my diligence, but it was also how I discovered her "tipped" teeth.

As far as toys go, Bella is a Supreme Chewer. I am one the PetsMart Faithfuls. Every couple of weeks I'm there stocking up on new chew toys. I haven't given her rawhide as I've heard it isn't very digestible. Bones are from the local organic store and thought those would be okay. Nope. No more bones. I recently learned that ice cubes are also on the doggie hit list. (Bella rushes to the refrigerator when the freezer door opens in hopes a cube is in her future. We shall substitute those silly baby carrots instead—organic, of course).

Tennis balls? Those are what she lives for. Scratch! I guess too much dirt stays in the fuzz and can erode their teeth. Back to Petsmart for those stupidly expensive, non-fuzzy Chuck-it balls. After just a short amount of chucking, I must admit to liking them though. They are much more "lively" than a tennis ball and as long as it is round, rolls and bounces, Bella is happy. Hopefully I won't lose one in the bushes!  And price? Well, even though they are expensive, they are a lot cheaper than doggie dental surgery!

I had stopped by the vet's office to pick up more tooth brushes and paste and my vet urged me to come in for a quick exam. In a brief look around Bella's mouth, she said that Bella's broken off incisor showed exposed root and needed to be removed. She also feared the root could be exposed on the tipped canine, but was uncertain about the premolar and molar and would check all three of those when Bella goes in next week for a cleaning and extraction. (If you're curious, here is a series of good pictures on dogs' teeth.)

The vet went on to say that hopefully all Bella needed on the canine was a root canal and not an extraction as that was an "extremely invasive surgery." Please interject an expletive from me here. Here I was hoping all was well and now find myself hoping for a root canal for my sweet girl?

The initial clean and extraction is next week. I'm uncertain when Part II (root canal) will take place. Keep your fingers crossed for Bella!

Teeth and Chuck-it

I've mentioned before that I am not a photographer, nor do I know how to use the options on my camera in order to take action shots of Bella, so the pictures I share are of her lying down or standing still. I've also mentioned how obsessive she is about fetch. We have three Chuck-its: one in my car, one in the van and one in the garage and they all get a huge work out. We have several friends who regularly play tennis, so our ball supply can get "replenished" on a regular basis.

One very happy, hot and anticipatory puppy!

The shot today is of one happy puppy waiting for me to throw the ball. Notice how hot she is (long tongue) and how dirty her tongue is (lots of muddy ball retrieving!) and how happy she looks! The path to her right is what she has worn into the mud going back and forth after the ball. This path is her center path, but both sides of the alley sport a Bella-route where there once was grass.

Now, for the not so good news... Bella has knocked the tip off of one of her bottom canines. I noticed this a long time ago and assume it happened in her teething stage when it was a constant battle to keep her from eating rocks. But I was shocked yesterday to see that the two premolars behind that one had also been "tipped" and that one of her lower incisors is missing. I can't say when this happened, though I am fairly aware of her body from constant touching, examining and teeth brushing. My conclusion is that it is recent. My horror that it has happened is compounded by the fact that she is not yet two! Did this come from playing fetch or chewing on bones?

The dilemma now is how to manage her desire to play ball and chewchewchew with the care of her teeth which she will need for many, many more years. One thing is for certain, she'll be playing no fetch with anything hard!

Gorgeous Weekend

Although the temperature never rose about 50 degrees, it was sunny and the earth smelled like spring. The crocuses made it through the freeze and snow of the previous week and were so cheery showing their bright little blossoms among the tulip leaves.

I took the opportunity to edge the gardens in back. I could use power tools, but I prefer slow, methodical hand-trimming as I am "up close and personal" with the ground. It took two days to do as the arthritis in my hand was letting me know hand-trimming ain't for sissies. Still, it was wonderful to see how the gardens had fared.

Bella, never missing the opportunity of a captive audience, immediately went for her tennis ball and demanded a game of fetch. Another fun harbinger of spring: I work in the yard and throw the ball, she chases and retrieves. I think this is called a symbiotic relationship!

Christmas

Can this go on forever?

Bella had a wonderful Christmas. Tons of people, her dog sister, chews, toys, wrapping paper and commotion. Oh!—and did I mention the option to lick fingers greasy with turkey juice? Her tail never stopped wagging until she got home and collapsed on her bed. She slept solidly until 6:30AM. Unheard of!

Cardboard Makes the World Go 'Round

When Bella is bored, there are are two things we can count on her doing. If socks are out, she'll steal one and dash around the house. Several very hearty shakes and air tosses makes sure the sock is thoroughly dead. (She has yet to destroy a sock. She seems to be able to kill it without eating it.)

If there are no socks, and the basement door is open, the recycling container is fair game. There always seems to be a supply of cardboard to be had. Where would a puppy be without a good piece of cardboard to ripe up?

Since I am in the midst of Christmas baking (dog biscuits for her and cookies for us), she found both an egg carton and a butter box. Oh joy!

PS: The dog biscuit recipe is from King Arthur flour. It smells great and I'm sure will taste fabulous.