Since my step-mom uses this blog as an update on what’s going on (or what I’m thinking about) and I’ve been really bad about posting lately, I thought I’d update her. My apologies to the rest of you who probably are a couple of seconds from yawning if you go much past this sentence.
Sam – A few weeks ago she had a set-back. The right side of her face became paralyzed (previously it was her left side). Fortunately, since we’d been through this on her left side with visits to the neorologist, cat scans, spinal taps – all that kind of fun, we got her to the vet immediately and the recovery has gone a lot faster. Sam still can’t blink with either eye. So poor Sam, four times a day we try to convince her that sitting patiently while we smear goop in her eyes is fun. Of course, the peanut butter covered pills help. Although, she’d prefer those to the eye full of goop. Sam’s left eye now blinks more regularly, but it’s not consistent. Despite all of this and the added trouble of the cats popping her every time she looks at them wrong, Sam is one of the happiest and goofiest little dogs around.
Bowling – April is the last month of bowling and I plan on ending as the worst bowler of the year. WOO HOOO! You see, we get a ranking list once a week and there’s my name right there towards the bottom. “Suckiest Bowler in the History of Our League: Beth”. The handout used to include a “Least Improved” listing, but someone thought that was a little mean and they removed it. Still, I know in my heart that my name is there in the software.
Work Stuffs – I’m in the process of working towards a CAPM certification and should have it by the middle of the summer. This is the first step to me eventually getting a PMP certification (I just need the hours). Basically, I’ll be an authority on acronyms and will have a lovely piece of heavy paper with my legal name on it (yippee). I’m hopeful it will also include one of those little gold embossed thingies to make it look all official like.
Anna lost a bet and will be treating me to a fun-filled vacation day in the next couple of months. YAY!
It’s still not too late to get your Dragon Con tickets (Aug. 28-Sep. 1) for my 40 1/2 birthday. Guests are signing up and so far it looks like a decent BSG turn-out. I’ll be the one cheering madly in the front.
Lance’s Band the Killer Crocs of Uganda is performing at Momo’s on April 5, 11pm
Colt, April & Jonathan celebrate their birthdays in April. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! (Now I don’t owe you cards.)
I still need people to come help me design a garden and give me lawn advice!!! HELP ME PLEASE! (I’m not kidding.)
As you’ve all probably guessed, I’m running low on blog ideas and the ones I’ve typed out just seem kind of “bleh” at the moment. So, since I get asked about Sam a lot, I’ll give you the Sam update.
Sam is doing MUCH better. She’s regained complete control of her mouth and ears and her little face no longer droops. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s over-compensating, because she now seems to smirk at us more (could be something we did). Sam’s eye, however, is a different story. Sam can close it (if we’re coming at her with artificial tears) but she cannot blink it. The closing is still a major improvement. Sam may never be able to blink again, but then again we were told her face might never return to normal, so we’re both thankful that she’s regained the control she has and hopeful that one day we’ll see more than just that third eyelid flash across her eye.
For the most part, Sam’s life is pretty good. Her major obstacle are our two grumpy cats who try to cause her to implode by glaring at her. The cats are fairly sure they just haven’t got the right angle. When they’re not glaring, they’ll charge at her and much yelping ensues. Sam hasn’t quite put it together that she has about 20 lbs. on the cats and that her barking makes them nervous. Instead, she’s figured out that if she stands behind me and points at them, I’ll protect her. This makes for some fun times since Sam will not cross their path and they’ll occasionally block her from coming in the house, going into a room or down the hall. She’ll start whimpering, which is a signal for one of us to stand between her and whatever hellbeast doesn’t want her in their space (aka the house).
Since I had such a beautiful rant about what Sam meant to me, I thought I’d post an update.
Sam has had a tough week. She’s been to the neurologist, had a CT scan, had spinal fluid drawn, and cultures done of her little ear. The diagnosis: Sam has one heck of an ear infection. Her ear canal is so inflamed it’s pressing against the nerves that control the left side of her face. But after a couple of days of being groggy, she’s back to bounding around, holding parades in the backyard, chasing down those phantom rabbits and just being a good natured little beagle. She’s now on a regimen of antibiotics for the next 4 weeks that should hopefully knock that infection down. Although, the doctor said she may never fully regain control of that side of her face.
Sam’s new favorite trick is the pfft. That’s the sound we make when I try to disguise her pill as a bit of hotdog or a lump of cheese and we pfft that little pill back onto the floor. Then we wag our entire body because it’s kind of funny to watch mom get so frustrated AND we got cheese! (Sam isn’t allowed people food, so this is a pretty big deal. Little does she know that the pfft means we go straight to the pilling. She’s cute, but not always bright.) These are the same pills our cat had, and let me just say that I’m glad I’m pilling Sam and not Hodi. Those pills are about as big as Hodi’s head, so she was never too pleased to be forced to eat one. Sam doesn’t like it either, but she’s got more mouth to work with and she’s less likely to hit me or bite me. Hooray for small favors!
I have to say, we were really worried about Sam and prepared for the CT scan to come back as “brain tumor” or discover she had an epileptic seizure and had injured her brain (epilepsy is very common in beagles, though very treatable). Of all the possibilities, we got the best news and were able to breathe a gigantic sigh of relief. We now know what’s wrong, and it’s being dealt with.
So I say again, Sam is worth it. She’s worth every cent. She’s worth every worried tear and every wag that takes over her entire body.