Sometimes my desire to fully recount every detail prevents me from even posting anything and then I don’t have the long version, or the short version to remind me of the long version. So, here are just some random collections of ideas and things for sharing.
We have really enjoyed getting the kids out on their bikes. We have a pretty flat stretch between two corners that we go back and forth a few times and have even gotten Hank out to walk, since he’s leading a more sedentary life due to Boss’ condition (one of those long versions I have yet to write about) We used to take Family Walks around the block, so it’s nice to have a little bit of that back. The kids are definitely getting more confident and stable and enjoy it.
one day after naps:
A few snowflakes and Boss gets frisky. He likes the cold and playing.
Okay, these pictures prompted me to get this out finally. He has a genetic, degenerative demyelination of nerves. In other words, he’s losing control of his back legs. The communication with his brain is impaired and not traveling as well (myelination is a coating around nerves that speeds up transmission of signals-so he is progressively losing this coating). It started last Spring when we’d be on walks, we’d notice every couple of steps his nails would click/scrape against the road, like he wasn’t picking his foot up. It was pretty random and far apart at first, but then became a little more consistent. Then, we noticed, he’d be standing still and his back foot would just start twisting/spinning; just a little at first. Or he’d slip and lose his balance on slicker surfaces – like the hardwood floor or the deck. In the beginning, it would almost be comical, if you didn’t know what was going on – like how watching someone fall/trip elicits laughs. We kind of thought it was a hip problem at first, but as it became more pronounced and his legs would get twisted up or one leg would be stuck very far out away from his body and he’d turn and just look at it like, “what is that?” like it wasn’t even connected to him. (proprioception – knowing the location of your body at all times) A vet friend said it sounded like peripheral neuropathy and to follow up. So, we were referred to the big guns and I took him down for an assessment in August and at the time, it was more prominent in his left leg, but they even felt like it was also present in his right, just not as pronounced. They would flip his paw under, so he was standing on it and most dogs will correct that, but it would take a bit before Boss would; a sign the signal wasn’t getting to his brain. We were offered some options of doing an expensive ($2600) procedure of dying the spinal cord and observing..it could be a tumor pressing on nerves, or a slipped disc or a genetic condition, but even the procedure wouldn’t be the fix, if there even was one, it was just the observation. The genetic test was $100, so we did opt to do that and got the positive results back. So, it’s not definitive that it is what’s going on just because he has the gene for it, but it’s pretty darn likely. So, we tried little booties to give him grip, but they rubbed sores on his legs, so we just put it on his back leg now when we go outside and we take him out the front more, because there are fewer stairs. But, he also scraped his toenails down to the nubs and they would bleed a lot, so the booties help protect that as well. He struggles more and more and going upstairs is a definite challenge and we have A LOT of stairs in our house. The walkway from the driveway has 3 step ups and there are only 3 up to the porch compared to 3 levels of steps in the back to get to the yard, plus the stairs between the levels on the inside. Losing control on the steps was causing more injury. It’s been and continues to be very difficult watching him struggle. Thankfully, personality-wise, he’s still our Bossman, but it’s very emotional and we’re trying to make as many changes as we can to adjust to his adjusting needs and help him get around.
There are a lot of birds at the lake and Doug had a bird book looking them up over Christmas. It was a lot of fun and he showed us some pictures of Woodpeckers and we told him about how large the one around our house is and he got excited and told us about how rare they were – even bred at UGA and then released because they were endangered? So, ever since, I’ve been trying to capture pictures. We’d hear him, but not see him close enough. And even these pictures are pretty far away and very zoomed in. It’s hard to get a real sense of his size, too, but he’s a good 15-19 inches, I’d say. The first picture, he flew off as I snapped, but I kind of thought capturing the blur with the flash of red was cool, too. As I was taking these, he would disappear on the other side of the tree and I’d just see the shrapnel flying off and hear him digging out those bugs.
