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!
The girls refusing to have photos taken on their walk last night…
Someone (Pepper) ate a box of 8 donuts while I was out last night While assessing the damage, I realized that kind of dedication to junk food binging can only be caused by a handful of possible scenarios. 1. she got dumped by her boyfriend for a younger, hotter bitch, 2. She just saw a particularly sappy engagement post on Facebook that serves as a painful reminder that she’s not married like all of her other friends or 3. she’s realized her modeling days are behind her and her dream of being featured on the cover of “Horse and Hound” will never be realized.
Thank God she can’t open the freezer to get to the ice cream.
Yesterday was Pepper’s 3rd birthday!! Unfortunately, I started my new job yesterday so we couldn’t spend the entire day together, but she did get to spend the day at daycare before coming home to open presents!
She still makes the same face she did as a puppy.
She also got a free fancy of cookie to bring home from the guys at her daycare.
And she not-so-subtle patiently waited for me to take her picture before tearing through her bag of presents.
I think overall it was a good day! Happy Birthday, Pepper!!!
Pepper doesn’t walk, she prances!
Pepper’s report from daycare yesterday. In the comments they described hee a a “good soul” … she sure has then fooled! 😉
Ugh, I was hoping I’d retired this blog post title, but alas, it seems I have not. I think Pepper is going a little stir crazy in the horrendous New Orleans heat we’ve been experiencing this week. We haven’t been doing any long walks or even shirt runs and I think the lack of exercise is driving us both a bit crazy.
Today I made an amazing salad for lunch and topped it with seared Ahi tuna that was perfectly marinated and cooked by moi. I sat down to eat and left the remaining tuna steak on the counter, as I was sure I’d want a second helping. Well alas, like a little weasel ninja, Pepper managed to pull off a walk-by-tuna-grab off the counter and as soon as I realized she was even there the tuna was gone! I was not pleased.
After a stern scolding I banished her upstairs for the remainder of my meal and while I cleaned up. She didn’t even try to sneak down, she knew that tuna- snatching was a serious offense. The funny part was, about 20 minutes when I wanted her to come down stairs she wouldn’t budge. Haha, I had to bribe her with a walk (that I did in fact take her on) to get her to come back down stairs. That’ll teach her to steal my food!