Once more (with caution)

There’s a prolonged heartbreak to loving a senior dog and bearing witness to the sunset moments along the way.

When the muzzle starts to gray

When you switch to mature adult food

When you add supplements

When he doesn’t want to play fetch for as long

When the muzzle starts to silver

When he’ll run after the ball, but not bring it back

When gray appears across his body

When medication is daily

When you realize you haven’t heard his voice in months

When his hearing fades

When you can’t remember the last time he ran

When he doesn’t bound after bumblebees

When the arthritis requires alternative treatments

When long walks become walks to the corner

When it becomes difficult to get up

When car rides are stressful

When yoga mats provide runways through the house

When he can no longer walk up the stairs

When he no longer wants to be carried upstairs

When he restlessly wanders, day and night

When you dredge his dry food into a mushy puree because he no longer has teeth

When he no longer sleeps on your side of the bed

When he occasionally has an accident

When he wears a diaper

When his breathing shifts

When he wears a diaper and a wrap

When you coax him into the yard for fresh air

When you startle him awake and for a moment he doesn’t know who you are

When you try to clean him and he reacts in fear

When he nuzzles your hand with the full weight of his head

With Zozo, there wasn’t a Big Sign. We had to choose the moment for him after weighing the ever-growing list of little signs, hoping that wasn’t too early or too late. Knowing that the air and energy and routine will never be the same again.

Today, he had a full breakfast and wore on a clean, jaunty kerchief. He followed us around the kitchen. He took a couple disco naps. It was a good morning. And then Dr. Abi from Lap of Love joined us. Zozo ate chocolate cake icing with redi-whip. He finally, finally could relax.

Our comedy guy. We love you. Thank you for being ours. Tell MJ we’re ok.

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This is Zozo. He is 11 years old today!

Favorite food: Peanut butter, shredded cheese, pizza, crispy french fries, and anything you’re eating

Favorite thing: dad. Paws down his absolute favorite

Favorite place: the couch, under mom’s desk, half under the bed, camp, walking beside Godiva

Dislikes: noises, outside, strangers, horses, my little sister, mom’s hairspray, the oven, delivery men, britney spears, etcetcetc

Who doesn’t like new things?

March 2018

Two years ago, we bought a new mattress.  It was an ordeal, trying to determine fill, firmness, pillow-top or not, size, etc.  Although the weekend spent reclining around mattress showrooms was both entertaining and creepy.

This year, we were in the market for a new mattress, but for the grumpy old man who lives with us. Same ordeal, less test-driving: what fill, level of support or cushion, to bolster/bumper or not to bolster/bumper, etc.  After much looking (an Orvis isn’t in the budget right now), we settled on the PupLounge Memory Foam Orthopaedic Bed from Treat A Dog.

 

What we like:

  • The Tempurpedic foam holds its shape, which is good for Zo’s aging joints
  • It doesn’t slip cross the floor
  • It’s waterproof and tear-proof, and machine washable.
  • The price point: we bought this on a steep mark down (60% off and free shipping).  If it had been original ticket price, I may be less enthusiastic.  It feels like it’s more durable and better craftsmanship than something you can snag at a local, big box pet store.

What we less-than-like:

  • As the video mentions, we bought based on his weight.  I suppose I could have pulled out a tape measure to confirm the dimensions, but I assumed (I know, I know) that a bed for an 80 pound dog would be proportional in size to weight.  That’s on me. Next time, we’ll go for the extra large bed.
  • The sound of his nails on the cover is irritating, but that’s a #dogmomproblem more than anything.

 

So far, so good.

Wordless Wednesday: one trip, two stops!

Negotiations

December 20, 2017

or literally any day after 3pm

 

 

 

Report Card

January 16, 2017

I suppose I shouldn’t laugh?

Giving Thanks, Year 3

November 28, 2016

(I’m not going to lie.  These are quickly becoming my favorite annual posts.)

Year 1, we asked you to click.

Year 2, we asked you to share.

Year 3?  Well friends, it’s time to give back.  We’re asking you to do something to help someone in a situation you found yourself in this year.

Let me explain.

If you follow our blog, you know we had a rough year.  We fought and we celebrated and we reacted and we lost.  We still mourn.

When MJ first received her diagnosis, we struggled with doing what was right for her while balancing our home budget.  It’s gross to have to make decisions for your furbabies based on finances, but that was our truth.  We were willing to swipe-now/worry-later and put everything else on hold (trips, home renovations, fancy dinners) to chip away at the debt, however long it would take.  She was worth it.  We’d do it again.

Our friends encouraged us to establish a Go Fund Me page, and they generously contributed to her veterinary expenses.  Every little bit helped: there were times when those unexpected gifts allowed us to say “yes” to the next test, the next treatment, the next step.

This year, we are working with Southpaws to fund one radiation treatment for a family  whose dog is battling the same type of brain cancer as MJ did.  The family won’t know us, and we won’t know them.  What we will know is that we took away the burden of one day.

And so, friends: think back on this year.  In your time of need, what would have helped you most?  Can you make that help happen for someone else?

Leave us a comment and let us know how you give back!

Snugglin’

This is pretty much how they used to snuggle together.  He’s settle and she’d interlope. 

Tonight, he curled up in her place and shifted the pad around. And sighed. 


He hasn’t settled there since she left us. Maybe it’s ok now?  

Bud, an update

YOU GUYS YOU GUYS.

 

Last November we introduced you to some new friends, Diamond and Bud.  We sponsored their adoption fees with the hope that they would find good, loving homes after being long-term residents at Alley Cat Rescue.

In March,we we shared the good news that Diamond was adopted and on her way to her new, furever home.  We also mentioned that Bud was off on an adventure of his own to Anne Arundel county, for additional training and some new surroundings.

This morning we’ve learned the BUD WAS ADOPTED!  What a wonderful way to end the week.

#ADOPTDONTSHOP

Keeping Cool

July 2016

It’s.  So.  Hot.

Summertime in the suburbs of DC always swelters.  Humidity.  Tourists.  So much gross.

To keep cool this year, we’re relying on our old stand-bys:

Frozen Nibbles:  Zozo will do anything for frozen green beans and/or banana slices.  We put them on top of his dried food or use them as treats after short trips outside.  He’ll wait (im)patiently for them when we come inside.

why must you torture me with “wait”?

 When he was younger, we could sate him with ice cubes.  As he’s aged, he’s less interested in them.  But frozen treats seem to do the trick.

Basement dwelling:  it’s like we have an adolescent human boy.  He lurks in the dark corners of the basement, drawn out only by promises of food.  It’s cool.  It’s dark.  Quiet.  There’s video games and instruments.  He loves it.  And he’s reluctant to come up or share the couch.  Or he’s under it.

Dorothy Affect, basement version

Close crops: like it or not, we cut off all of his fur for the summer.  His shaggy, flat black coat is unbearable in the sunshine and heat.  He’s groomed closed to his skin– so close that you can see how white his belly is.  And it makes me laugh when he’s sleek and skin-y.

Water sports:  Zozo loves to swim.  Loves it.  He like to splash and paddle and chase balls.  We don’t have a pool at our disposal, so we often take him to Old Towne Pet Resort for a dip and a bath.

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Tell us!  How do you stay cool when it’s hot outside?  What are some things we should try?