Monday, May 31, 2010

Anyone still there? Other than our boy, I mean?

Well, it has been a long hard haul, and he's not completely in the clear, but our boy is being weaned off his third med since he was diagnosed. He'll just be on one and the antacids he takes to help with the nausea. Which work well, mostly. Can't imagine the amount of barf I would have to clean up if our boy didn't take them! Not that I'm complaining, but I just wish he wouldn't hide to get sick. Makes proactive paper towel placement that much harder, y'know? I also can't wait to cut back on the second job now that the cost of his care is going down. 14 days of work in a row stinks out loud.

Anyway, he's on weight management dog food as well, which as my husband noticed, has our boy leaving corncobs in the backyard. And it makes him think he's starving. So we know have to make sure that our pantry door is closed, or there's no telling what our boy will drag out. I kid you not, he tore apart a box of potato flakes last week like it was manna from heaven. But he'll slink around looking so pathetic after he's caught that I forgive him instantly, but send him to doggie jail (bed) anyway, knowing he'll do it again as soon as he has the chance.

Good Boy, Gonzo. You know whatever you do, your peeps will love you, right?

More to come, so come back if you're interested.