The Little Pack

… are my favorite. We sleep in, well, actually, I should clarify. We attempt to sleep in. Like clockwork, Cheyenne and Dixie are ready to roll around 7, sometimes 7:30. We argue over whose turn it is to deal with them, take them out and try to keep sleeping. However. They have other ideas. Before we know it, we are grudgingly getting out of bed, making coffee and trying to wake up. Soon we are drinking coffee, chatting, surfing, and hanging out with the whole pack. Cheyenne and Dixie are in and out, in and out. Dixie is soon woofing for food. Jackson is bringing me a toy. But it is a nice reprieve from the week.

I love coming home to all my animals. Sometimes I can see Cheyenne’s silhouette from a half mile away, her ears visible even at that distance. Sometimes Jackson is in the yard. When he sees me he rejoices, and takes a wide lap around my car. He runs around to the driver’s side door and I open the door and he sails into the car, over my lap and lands in the passenger seat, tail a-wagging and we drive into the garage. I am greeted with barks and yips and a cacophony of celebratory sounds from the other side of the door. “Hold your horses, I’m coming!!” I say. As soon as I open the door, there are more tails wags, hops, kisses and wiggles and regardless of my mood, it is absolutely impossible not to feel joy at this welcome. The cats soon seem to appear out of thin air, weaving in and out of the dog’s limbs, looking up at me with their sweet faces and it is in these moments that I realize how blessed I am.

Dixie had a check-up tonight. The stone has not moved. Because she is continuing to do well, we are going to adopt a wait and see approach. This little dog just continues to surprise us. Everytime we think her time may be up, she rises to the occasion and manages to overcome the situation at hand. So for now, I am breathing a sigh of relief.

We took the dogs camping this weekend. Well, sort of. We went for the day. We had a blast. Jackson immediately made friends with 2 little boys who threw his ball relentlessly. He was in his element and exuded absolute joy. Cheyenne was so over-excited that she fell asleep in the car before we ever got to our destination. We even let her off-leash for awhile and she did well… until she found a pile of poop to roll in. She wore herself out so much that she is still recovering 3 days later. IO found a cozy spot and just relaxed the whole time. Dixie seemed to love it too. She has been very happy since we came home and very loving. Next time, we will attempt to spend the night.

Dixie’s next check-up is tomorrow night–fingers crossed that stone has moved and there are no new ones!

Dixie’s courage continues to impress me. But I should probably explain. After keeping Dixie at the vet on IV fluids all last week, the stone did not move at all. The worry, of course, is the the stone is either blocking the ureter, causing the kidney to shut down, or the kidney isn’t functioning and sending fluid through the ureter to push it through to the bladder. At the end of the week, we brought her home with the intent to manage her pain and see how it goes. Our vet consulted with several specialists and we brought her back for x-rays tonight. The plan if the stone did not move was to inject her blood with dye to better see what was going on with the kidney. This was the route we were prepared to take. However, the x-ray showed the stone moved about an inch, which was great news. The vet checked her kidney function levels, which were absolutely fine. So she is on an anti-inflammatory which they think may help push the stone through the ureter. She goes back for a follow up in a week and we will continue to monitor the stone’s progress.

After laying around all day Saturday, yesterday afternoon and all day today she has been absolutely wild, clearly feeling better, so I was not surprised to find out that the stone had moved. I am starting to call her my little Timex dog–she takes a licking and keeps on ticking. And as small as she is, her courage knows no bounds and her determination is resolute. I have learned to never count her out. She proves that being tough has absolutely nothing to do with one’s size. And I, for one, am inspired by that.