Walter after a Week

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It’s hard to believe I found Walter just a month ago and he has already been in his forever home for a week, but time flies, I guess. Debit passes on the following:

I have discovered that:

He does not eat cat vomit. I know this because my daughter did not want to lower herself to clean up a fresh pile and called him over. “Knock yourself out, buddy!” she said. He sniffed, raised a dubious eyebrow and then walked away.

He will eat his fish oil gel caps like they are dog treats. I’ve been giving them to both dogs mixed in with their breakfast. Ellie normally just wolfs them down with her food, but sometimes she discovers one, rolls it around in her mouth with a thoughtful look on her face, and then goes “ptui.” Walter snaps it up off the floor and then snuffles around for more.

He does not house soil. For the first couple of nights I had him gated in the kitchen with a pet bed, but once it became clear that he was not having bladder/bowel control issues he’s been given free roam of the house. He’s a very, very good boy and will come up and snuffle at me if he needs to go outside.

He found his voice about four days after he came here. He barks to be let in if I don’t hang out with him in the yard. If he’s outside and someone walks by, or pulls into our driveway, they get a volley of barks, letting them know There is a Dog and This is His Yard. Naturally, once they come in the yard he is all wags and nudges for petting.

However, he is also very protective. He can’t make it up the stairs to my room. Except for when we’ve had service people in that needed to go upstairs. Then he follows us up the stairs and sticks by me.

He’s moving so much better. I credit your rehab program: lots of good food, gentle exercise and plenty of love. His muscle tone is improving, as his is energy level. He’ll trot around the backyard with his tail up and he’s always up for a walk in the park with Ellie.

After one week, it seems as if he’s always been here. The cats treat him like they do Ellie; someone to rub up against and hang out with. I’ve yet to witness them sharing a pet bed, but I know it will happen once winter sets in.

My vet said the bare patches on Walter’s elbows are most likely from his having to sleep on bare dirt or concrete. The hair might grow back, it might not. When I bought this house, I’d planned on pulling up the carpet since the hardwood underneath in in great shape. But for now I’m going to leave it. It’s less pleasing aesthetically, but it makes me happy to know that Walter can lie down almost anywhere in the house and it will be soft.

Here’s a video of him rolling in the grass.

And by request, him barking, because I had never really heard it:

He looks really noble and wise in the picture up top. Also, I have the letter from my vet and spoke with the Sheriff, and we will be pursuing animal abuse charges starting on Tuesday.








Your Daily Walter

First, let’s take a moment to think of Betty Cracker down in Floriduh:

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Now, Walter:

Walter doesn’t like to swim, it seems.

All my piglets had baths today and smell great, so Thurston is making up for it by being really gassy.








Fuck Trump. Here’s a Video of Walter Going on a Walk With Ellie (and Debit, of course)

Debit passes along these updates:

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Quick Walter update before I head out to work: he’s doing great. He’s just a happy guy who likes to eat, sleep and get scritches. His mobility seems to be better and (fingers crossed) he’s scratching less at his ear, so hopefully the meds are working. This morning he barked at the back door to be let in from his potty break, a perfectly Walter-ish bark; deep and gruff, just like his namesake.

I’ll try to get some video of him moving so you can tell me if there’s an improvement.

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One more bit of news. I was checking out the U of M’s vet clinic physical therapy options and saw they had some clinical trials going on. Walter is scheduled for an evaluation appointment with this one: http://www.vetmed.umn.edu/centers-programs/clinical-investigation-center/current-clinical-trials/steps-study-effectiveness-and-safety-ia-injection-osteoarthritis-dogs on September 15th. If he’s not a good candidate for it, or if he does poorly off the Rimadyl, there is another trial coming up for stem cell injection that allows Rimadyl. Either way, he gets the full medical work up, xrays and evaluation that he would need before he would start the physical therapy anyway.

She sent me those this morning, and I called her around noonish and told her basically that she’s not going to get away with text only updates because I’ll have a damned riot on my hand and poor Anne Laurie and Betty Cracker clean up enough of my damned messes as it is. This showed up a little bit ago.

I can tell you he is walking about 300% better than he was when I got him, and better even than when he left here just the other day.








Walter’s Second Day in Forever

First, the pictures. Here he is with his new bff, Ellie:

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I bet some of you won’t even be able to figure out which one he is!

And here he is lying on his new bed:

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Debit passes along two notes. First things first- apparently Walter makes friends quick:

Did I tell you? Tim called Sunday to check up on Walter. The old guy sure knows how to make friends.

Tim was the driver, who spent only 12 hours with him.

Second, Debit had her vet give Walter a lookover:

He was a huge hit at the vet’s office. Both the vet and the tech sat down on the floor to do the exam, and after a few minutes Walter decided to plant his butt in the vet’s lap. She was amazed at his progress (I showed her the picture from when you found him) and said to just keeping doing what you’d started: feeding him and giving him plenty of soft places to sleep. She treated his right ear for what she said looked like a chronic infection, and gave me meds to continue in hopes we can clear it up. Otherwise, as a last case scenario, she said an ear canal ablation could be done. It would leave him totally deaf in that ear, but she suspects he can’t hear much out of it anyway. They contacted your vet to get his blood work and whoever answered the phone exclaimed, “Walter the Miracle Dog!” :)

I’m taking him back in one month so they can do blood work and see if the Rimadyl is causing any adverse reactions to his liver and/or kidneys. Meanwhile, I’m starting him on glucosamine chews and adding fish oil to his food. She said that he can gain about five more pounds, but no more, as his knees are shot. Short walks of five to ten minutes on grass should be his limit for now, until we see if the supplements are helping. I don’t know that he’s ever going to be totally pain free, but we’ll do out best to get him as close to it as possible. She commented that he’d obviously had a hard life and that if he wasn’t outright abused he was neglected to the point it became abuse. I mean, above and beyond the whole being left to starve to death thing.

He was really anxious in the car, and cried a little when we got back in, but once we pulled up to the house he started scrabbling at the windows and actually ran to the back door, tail going a mile a minute. The he flopped down on his bed and went to sleep.

So we’re home and all is well. Still no accidents or drama.

Everything seems ok, and Debit still sounds giddy when I talk to her. Wait until I butt dial her by accident a few times.








Walter’s New Home

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An update on our boy:

Good morning! Here’s an update if you want to post it, and a bonus picture. Walter may be in Minnesota, but his support for the Steelers will never waver.

Walter is doing great. He really likes Ellie; laid down next to her at one point and went to town cleaning her ears. He’s been a perfect gentleman to the cats, and they are already acting as if he’s always been here.

He can’t make it up the stairs to my bedroom so I put him in the kitchen for the night with a pet bed. I realized when I woke up that I’d forgotten to remove the garbage can and resigned myself to a mess. Not so! He was a perfect gentleman in that regard too and left it unmolested. No accidents at all. My daughter let him out around 6:00 and he peed, then after I fed him some breakfast he went outside and pooped three times. I was going to put his meds in some cheese, but when one half skittered off the counter as I was splitting it he snarfed it up right off the floor.

He’s such a people person. He cried when Tim left last night, and it broke my heart to leave him alone when I finally crashed. He follows us from room to room; right now he’s sacked out under my feet in the family room. I was concerned at his panting and hoped it was just anxiety based, and am pretty sure that’s the case as he’s finally stretched out on his side and breathing normally.

He is such a good, sweet boy. I can’t imagine how his former owner could have abandoned him to such a horrible ordeal. All he wants is some love, some food, and comfy place to sleep.

John, I know you and your vet have already taken care of everything that needed to be done, but I’m going to try to get him to my vet tomorrow for a once over. That way my vet knows what we’re dealing with.

I want to thank everyone again. Thank you all so much for the donations that allowed Walter to get her, for the emails of support and offers for help, for the comments and encouragement. John, thank you so much for trusting me with Walter’s care going forward. I don’t know when his journey will be over, but I do know it will end here. He is home.

I just got off the phone with Debit, and she is sitting on the couch with two cats and with two pooches on the floor, so it sounds like things are going well. I was surprised to learn that Walter was a Steelers fan- he neglected to tell me that, but Debit says he is!








Guess Who Made It Home!

Here’s a rare treat for you late night/early morning juicers! The driver and Debit decided to just get everything done tonight so Tim could head out early tomorrow when he woke up, so Deb put on a pot of coffee and I stayed up to get some pictures. So here you go, hot off the presses:

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She said he kept moving a lot, exploring everything, so it was hard to get a good picture. That made me rejoice, because it will be nice reading you all complain about someone else’s photography for a change. Then she sent me this adorable picture, which kind of screwed that all up:

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I dunno if I did a good enough job with my descriptions and pictures of Walter, but this really captures his essence. He’s just a happy boy and sweet old fellow. Like I said, he’s got a little hitch in his giddyup because of the mistreatment and the three bad knees, but he’s chock full of spirit, got a million dollar smile, adorable summer teeth (some are here, some are there), and a real twinkle in his eye. He’s got a life in him for an older dog, and he’s going to make Debit a good companion. The cats are going to be sleeping with the old gentle fellow in no time.

Now y’all control yourselves and give Debit until noon tomorrow to fill you in and don’t raise a fuss in every comment thread. She needs to get some sleep. You know how we olds are when we stay up past our bedtime.








Saturday Morning Open Thread: “Not Really A Pet Bleg”

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From beloved commentor Satby:

I mentioned on various threads I had a previously adopted dog come back, ostensibly because he supposedly bit the owner’s mother on the foot. I know the backstory, mom and her hubby both are alcoholics, and later the story changed to mom being bit because she was holding a broom. My guess is that when the owner wasn’t around mom was abusive. I think the owner, who was in tears when he brought the dog back, suspected that too.

The dog’s name is Bubba, a beagle-Boston terrier mix, and he’s shown no aggression at all. I really pushed this sweet boy with Safer testing to try to see if he’d snap at me. Nothing, not a nip or a snarl, only a waggy tail and cuddles. He gets along with the other dogs and cats, he’s been fine with older kids (as a smaller dog I wouldn’t adopt him out to a family with a young child), but he’s a bit timid until he knows he’s safe. He is crate trained, but in my house he has his own room (the bathroom) for his safe place.

I hate to break Bubba’s heart because he’s clearly happy to be home again with old Rosie and Hershey; but in my new home I will already be over the city limit with the dogs I have and may need to foster the younger ones out if I get busted. So I’m hoping to find a home with people who can appreciate this guy’s sweet and sensitive nature and would like an obedient and loyal little friend.

I want to keep him in the Midwest region so that I’m available just in case a new home doesn’t work out, but I don’t believe that will be a problem. He’s a good boy who went to a loving owner, but the owner’s situation changed when mom moved in.

The top photo is him sitting pretty, with Shiva: Destroyer of Sheets and Dog Beds glowering in her cage behind (she’s a bit of a bully to my old girl, they take turns being out).
Photo at the bottom is Bubba with Hershey in the background.

If someone is interested they can contact me via the Etsy shop.

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