I have been MIA in the blogging world. It's been a pretty complicated couple of months as a dogmother. It sounds weird, but that's what I am.
In my last post, we were hoping that Art didn't have to have surgery. That was not the case unfortunately. We had gone to 3 different vet offices for 4 visits total by the time it was diagnosed properly. The last vet visit was HORRIBLE. Art was not on any pain meds, and the vet pulled his neck up to strain it to the point that my doggie yelped and yelped and yelped and started shaking. It was awful. Finally Cooper said, "Can you give him a shot of something for pain? He is not on anything right now." It was NOT going to be the doctor for us after that, that's for sure. Through a recommendation, we went to really amazing doctor (who we all loved, Art included). There was even a big painting of a boxer in the waiting room which I took as a great sign. :) They sent us to another office to get an MRI done of the neck. Poor loopy Art was so funny. We were in the recovery room with him as he came to and he would randomly lift his head with his tongue completely out and look around with this super confused face. It was adorable and kind of heart-wrenching at the same time.
After the good doc looked at the MRI it was clear to all of us that Art needed surgery. He had a ruptured disc in his spine. I was worried but also relieved. It was so frustrating to not know what was wrong and to know that he was in intense pain that caused him to yelp randomly. Below is the MRI---the spinal cord was being pushed on with all that excess material from the rupture disc.
We scheduled the surgery for the next day. He had to stay over night (sadness..didn't know that until I dropped him off). The next day was my first day at a new nanny job so I couldn't even go to pick up the doggie. When C went to get him, they told him that they wanted to keep an eye on him longer. Cue me being stressed. Turns out that when he was coming out of the anesthesia, his heart started racing to the point of almost stopping. The doctor told me "he tried to die." Scary. :( Thankfully they got him back and calmed down. Cooper had the nurse take his iphone to the back and snap a picture of Art so I could at least see that he was ok. 10 boyfriend points for that.
He came home and within a couple of days was back to normal....so amazing how animals do that. He did however (because my dog can't do anything about his poor tongue length) have chapped tongue. Haha. I think it had been sticking out for 48 hours and it was all dry. We used a syringe to try to get some moisture on it. Hilarious.
He makes every day happy for me, and that is the reason I did not care that this was an expensive surgery with expensive tests. I love him. He is worth every penny...even the ones I spent this week on his dental surgery. Sigh. Art, you are a lucky pup! This is us on Thanksgiving morning. I was feeling very thankful to have my buddy home and healthy!
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