Speck

For those who have asked about Speck . . it’s kinda gross.  So, if you don’t want to hear about gross stuff or if you aren’t worried about Speck . . please skip the rest of this post.

I’ve been trying for 2 days to get a picture of him but he won’t be still long enough so this is the best I can get.

Several times before April, 2009, Speck had bloody poop.  It was like red jello . . same texture and color.  It mostly lasted a couple of days and he was fine and it might have happened in late 2008 and then in February, 2009 — it definitely wasn’t happening often or lasting long.  But in April, 2009, it happened again and went on for maybe 3 weeks.  He would hardly eat and got down to skin and bones.  He was throwing up quite often too . . mostly I think from all the different meds he was on.  His electrolytes and everything got so far off that he began having seizures.  The vet didn’t tell me at the time but he didn’t think Speck was going to make it.  He told us the only thing he could recommend was a vet in Kansas City who would do something similar to a colonoscopy but that was about $2,500 and it would only tell us if he had cancer or a tumor or what . . it wouldn’t fix him.  Speck was almost 9 years old at the time and not that his age had a whole lot to do with it, but we just don’t have $2,500 to spend just to find out what’s wrong with him.  If $2,500 would be guaranteed to save his life . . maybe (but maybe not!).

In April, when he was so sick, I began making his dog food.  He mostly eats brown rice, chicken broth with no seasonings, a tiny bit of chicken and sometimes I add stewed carrots or spinach.  On weekends he gets a cooked egg white because we all sit down to a big breakfast and for some reason, years ago, we began giving him an egg white on weekends and he expects it now. He doesn’t know his days of the week really . . he just knows when we sit down to a big breakfast so whatever days we do it, he demands an egg.  We don’t have family sit down big breakfasts except on weekends mostly.  He does take a daily doggy vitamin just to be sure he’s getting everything he needs.

He got over it in April, 2009 and has been fine til a few weeks ago.  I saw just a bit of blood in his poop and began watching him.  He would feel bad one day and feel good for 3 or 4 days but then last weekend, he got worse and has been having tummy pain, cramps, lots of tummy rumblings and the very bloody poop.  I took him to the vet Monday and he’s again a a loss as to wha might be wrong.  We are using a different vet from the first time when it happened but I took all Speck’s records.

They’ve checked him for worms, parasites, the vet can’t feel any masses in his tummy.  The vet is hoping it’s an allergy but not really convinced.  When I had Speck in on Monday, the pads on his paws were really red and the vet said that’s a sign of allergies so he wanted me to watch and see if his pads are pink when he feels good and then red when he feels bad.  Have you ever tried looking at a dachshund’s feet?  Not easy!  This one is a hard headed little darling and he does not like his feet being messed with.

He had a rough night last night.  He woke me up about 2:30 this morning with a tummy ache.  I didn’t want to keep Vince up so I got up and tried sleeping on the sofa with Speck and between 2:30 and 6:00, he had been outside four times.  This afternoon Speck is feeling better but hasn’t eaten all day.

So, that’s where we stand with Speck.  We don’t have a clue what’s wrong; it’s weird that he was so sick 16 months ago and then got ok and stayed ok all this time and is now sick again.

The Life of a Traveling Dog

If you’ve ever had or been around a dachshund much, you know they can be a bit difficult.  I’ll never forget the first time we took Speck on a trip.  He was a wild and crazy 1 year old dachshund at the time and we got mild (too mild) tranquilizers from the vet to give him while in the hotel.  Vince had supposedly (NOT) checked with the hotel to be sure we could have a dog.  This was almost 10 years ago when it wasn’t so common (or it seemed less common to me) to travel with a dog.  We got to the hotel, checked in, didn’t try to hide the fact that we had a dog.  About 11:00 p.m., the desk clerk called and asked if we had a dog.  Yes, a cute little dachshund.  Want to see him? NO!  You cannot have a dog in this hotel.  Hmm . . that wasn’t good.  They let us stay but Speck was not a quiet guest. I was sure we were going to get thrown out and Vince was in big trouble for not making sure it was ok to have a dog in the hotel.

Through the years he’s traveled with us most any time we’re both going somewhere.  That has resulted in us staying in some dumpy hotels just to find one that allows dogs and Speck has matured into a pretty good traveler.

Ooops!  Just when I say he’s a good dog, he thinks he heard something and he’s watching the door.  He never wants to miss an opportunity to bark at anything . . anywhere . . any time!

But look how sweet he can be when he wants to.  He really is a good dog.

Thank goodness Drury Inns let you have pets for no extra charge.  We seek those out and try to stay in them as much as possible.

You know how dogs are . . they have to sniff everything and with Speck being so short, I can just imagine what he’s rubbing up against so before bed, every night in the hotel, this happens.

Yep, a bath!  At home he gets baths in the big sink in the laundry room but he doesn’t get baths that often at home.  But, in hotels, baths happen in the bath tub and you’ll see, the dog is longer than the tub is wide.  And, usually I get wetter than Speck gets.  Neither one of us likes those dog baths in the bath tub but that’s just what has to happen in a hotel.

Paducah Bound

I hope everything I need is packed.  If not, there are stores in Paducah.  Getting away from this house is the hardest thing I encounter.  Speck sees my travel bag and goes into full panic mode.  Actually I did most of the packing last night and put it all in the car but he watches my every move and when I get up and take a shower first thing (instead of vacuuming or starting laundry or other chores), he knows something is up and he will not leave my side.  It’s so hard leaving the only family member who really cares if I’m here or not!


Maybe Speck isn’t the only one who hates to see me go!  As I was telling the chickens goodbye, these two said . . Wait just a cottonpickin’ minute!  We’ve never been to Paducah either! And, out they flew.  I caught one and was trying to hang on to Ruby before she jumped out.  Look at her wings . . she figures if I won’t take her with me, she can get there on her own!

Then I told them about this:

And they all decided they’d just stay home and wait for me to get back.

Dog in a Pillow

Speck gets out of bed and goes straight to his crate where he gets all wrapped up in a sheet and quilt; whatever is in there, he gets himself wrapped up in it.

The other morning I was going to run a few errands and wanted to wake him up to get him to go outside.  I pulled on the sheet that was in the crate and . . no dog!

Then I saw his pillow move.

He must’ve thought he was fixing to eat because he’s licking his lips! :)

OK!  OK!  Not very enthusiastic about emerging from inside the pillowcase but if he has no choice, he will come out . . though taking his sweet time about it!