Heartworms are the worst. Seriously. I’m not generally a fan of parasites in general, but heartworms are definitely my least favorite at this moment.
Along with being grossly underweight and boasting a nice case of Kennel Cough, Ruby was, of course, heartworm positive when I brought her home from the shelter. So after a course of antibiotics followed by a “rest period”, Ruby had her first injection of heartworm treatment last week. She came home looking no worse for wear other than a small shaved square on her back at the injection site. But the injections aren’t the hard part, oh no. The hard part is keeping a two year old hound on extreme exercise restriction for the next eight weeks. Oy!
No running, no jumping, no walks, no chasing a ball, no playing with Pepper, no sternly woofing at squirrels, no excitement, and no fun.
I honestly think it’s just as hard on me to keep her calm than it is on her. I’ve decided not to crate her (yes, I know, that’s what they tell you to do) because I feel she would be more worked up in the crate than she is out of it. So, I’ve been keeping her confined to either the kitchen if I’m home and can supervise her or my bedroom when I leave the house. Pepper is happy to hang out with her in whichever room, so she doesn’t get worked up due to separation.
Oh, and a bit of Benadryl with her breakfast doesn’t hurt either! It seems to take the edge off a bit and encourages lots of naps. So all of this combined with lots of bones to chew is working so far. I just hope we can keep this up for the next seven weeks!