And other dogaliciousness 🙂
, this is a pupdate.
Nuala’s doing well these days, but has persistent issues with her allergies/ears that have resulted in a second… in her other .
Let’s back-pedal to several years ago.
Nu was going bald in places. There were several hairless patches on her chest. She would also fuss incessantly with her ears and her. The vet diagnosed allergies and after a summer of Phil and me making Nu’s food, we switched to Science Diet z/d, which is a formula food.
The fur grew back and though not completely alleviated, Nu’s snarf sessions with her feet weren’t keeping up us at night.
When she was diagnosed with kidney issues earlier this year, we switched to k/d, the kidney formula diet. Since then, Nuala’s been scratching at her ears more and back to chewing at her feet long enough that wherever she sits or lies to perform this operation gets soaked with saliva.
I know. Ew.
Not long after the food switch, Nu gave herself the first haematoma in her right ear. That healed up after a month or so, but now her ear is twisted and bent. At the time, the vet said he couldn’t find anything wrong with her ears per se, just a persistent inflammation. So he prescribed some drops. He gave us the economy size so that if her ears flared up again, we could treat it.
Just a couple of weeks ago, Nu gave herself a second haematoma in the left ear and we were out of drops. When we went in to get her latest batch of food, we asked for some more ear drops. These were given without too much of an argument.
So now my pup will have two bent and twisted ears, akin to the condition called cauliflower ears sometimes seen in humans. It’s kind of sad because she did have lovely, perky ears (see header). I’m sure it will have some affect on her future hearing and possibly the frequency of inflammation. Dogs ears are the way they are for a reason.
I wrote a poem about my-loving Nu and posted it to . People seemed to like it, so here it is for all of you:
A dog’s ode to winter (on the occasion of the first persistent snow of 2013)
Winter, I want to roll in you
—on my back,
paws in air,
I want to get your scent
all over me.
I want to bury my nose
in your fluffy layers,
find the dainties hidden there
—this is where the garbage goes,
racoon and raven
tear it open,
leave these treats for
I want to lay down,
fold my front legs back, and
push my head into your depths using
my back paws;
slide down a hill on my belly;
shatter thrown balls of snow;
follow the scent of mouse burrowing;
bark at the strange, frozen
tower that appears in the
Winter, you are love to a
black dog to whom the
summer sun means suffering, but
not after a thaw.
Then, all is ice, hard, and
crystalline, packed snow into which
no nose may thrust.
Let us not think of thaws and
hardness; for now, you are soft,
white, and mine!