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2015_Day 298: A wellness update

If darn dog Chloe had her way, she’d be back to her old ways, sleeping on daughter’s bed, jumping up on the couch and running around the back yard, barking at the neighbor dogs out for their daily walks. Three and a half weeks after having surgery to alleviate a bulging disc in her spine, you’d be hard-pressed to notice anything wrong with her if it wasn’t for the strip of shaved hair on her back. Continue reading

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2015_Day 280: The tail, she wags!

 
Came home from work today to find darn dog Chloe able to wag her tail. She either hasn’t wanted or been able to since back surgery to relieve a bulging disc near her rear end/tail. But today, a week after she came home from the doggie hospital, she’s wagging it like crazy. Continue reading

2015_Day 22: Who will win the doggie diet battle?

Chloe keeps a close eye on the food in case I drop - or want to share - my supper.

Chloe keeps a close eye on the food in case I drop – or want to share – my supper.

Supper tonight was another begfest for poor dog Chloe. Her yearly trip to the vet recently showed she has added 5 pounds to her 42-pound frame since we moved to Georgetown. That’s good in the sense that it means she’s adjusted well after a rough start. Bad in the sense that it means cutting down her 1 1/4 cup, twice-a-day feedings to just 1 cup, twice a day. Continue reading

2015_Day 4: Moving an adjustment for Chloe

Four months after we moved from Wisconsin to Texas, Chloe finally seems to be comfortable in her new home. (December 2014)

Four months after we moved from Wisconsin to Texas, Chloe finally seems to be comfortable in her new home. (December 2014)

This week will mark five years since we brought home Chloe, a beagle and Australian cattle dog mix who has become part of our family like I never thought possible. She came to us via our then-local shelter in Green Bay, Wis., who in turn got her from a shelter in Kentucky. I remember the day husband and daughter visited the shelter, unbeknownst to me until I got a phone call at work asking “Whatcha doing?” followed by a giddy “Guess where (daughter) and I are? At the shelter!” I shouldn’t have been surprised because a few days earlier I had mentioned to husband that I had a dream about him letting daughter get a dog. He was allergic to cats, and didn’t really want to get a dog either, until I suggested that a short-haired dog might be OK with his allergies. I didn’t think it would go anywhere, however, because daughter had been asking for a pet for years to no avail. Continue reading