Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
It's hard to believe, but I just realised it's been a whole year since Mum and Dad found that yucky tumour in my mouth. I'm glad they found it cause I feel much better now it's fixed (if only they could do something about the puppy!)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
October is holiday time at our place and we're just back from the fabulous Hervey Bay. Now, there was lots of discussions as to whether or not we could go this year because of the cruciate repair. Worst case scenario - a sore leg while we were away.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Happy Birthday to Me....
Friday, October 8, 2010
At Chez Gromit we are currently undertaking a battle which shall be known as Crate Wars. You see, the crate only comes out when someone isn't well, and right now that's me. Although I'm not sick, I'm just recovering from my knee surgery. My crate, bought for my 2007 surgery and decorated with my special moon and stars doona cover, is in the garage on a non-slip mat until I'm allowed on the stairs.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Many moons ago, my good friend Eleni bestowed this award on me, and finally now all that medical stuff is over and done with, I’ve got time to accept the challenge.
I’m going to tell you 7 fun and interesting things about myself. Fun? Interesting? Hmmm.... well here goes.
1. I was born at Peninsula Animal Aid and two of the four puppies in my litter died unexpectedly at 11 weeks old. Mum was out running one day and ran into the man who took the other surviving puppy, whose name is Max. He is very good looking (just like me).
2. I like dry Weet-Bix, straight from the box. If forced, I will eat them with milk.
3. I did my cruciate leaping off the retaining wall near the clothes line, while protecting the family home from the little dogs next door. This has resulted in ongoing problems, four different plaster casts (like the red one in the photo above), years confined to the garage while it healed and a new fence halfway across the yard to stop all further access to the retaining wall.
4. I have never figured out how to jump up into the car. Can put the front paws up on the seat, but the back paws need help every time.
5. I have a red and black tartan dog jumper that looks very David Jones/Myer and keeps me toasty warm in winter.
6. I am in love with Margaret across the road and the A-team at the vet – Jenny, Tricia and Jacqui. And especially Lindsey, my doggie physio, who got me walking again.
7. I have learnt to roll over onto my back so vets and vet physios can look at my bung leg. When I was learning, Mum used to sing me a song for rolling over. It goes like this:
There were ten in the bed and the little one said
And they all rolled over and one fell out.
I’m sure you know the song. Anyway I’ll let you in on a secret. I can roll over all by myself, no singing involved. But Mum thinks I can only roll if she sings. So every time we go to the vet, I make her sing… It makes my tail wag every time I think of it.
OK so that's me done. Now I'm meant to nominate 7 others to do this. But I don’t know any other dogs that blog. So if you think you’d like to take up the challenge, feel free to accept the Kreative blogger award on my behalf.
Monday, March 1, 2010
The first day of Autumn dawned rainy and bleak - unfortunately it was the day of my third check up. I spent the morning curled in a ball, saving my strength for my afternoon and the trip in the car. Mum spent the morning buying Misty another bed, after yet another mattress has gone to dog heaven, courtesy of Misty.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
We had a hint last week that there might have been some progress on the whisker front. Mum didn't want to jinx it so we've been waiting patiently all week to take some photos.
Monday, February 8, 2010
It had to happen.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Its four weeks since I finished my radiotherapy and I had my second check up today. Dr Rod is very happy with me - my nose is healing well, I am eating well and I am happy. So today he stopped all my pain medicines and tomorrow I stop my antibiotics. Happy Days.
Now, about the bucket head. Dr Rod said if I promised not to scratch, I could take it off. So we tried it for a few minutes. But then it itched. I couldn't help myself, I rubbed it on my mattress and off came some fur. On went the bucket. Mum and Dad have made a plan - if they are both home and one of them is shadowing me, I can take the horrible thing off.
Mum is calling me "The Lone Whisker", kind of like the Lone Ranger but different. Over the last two weeks every one of my whiskers on my nose bar one has fallen out. Dr Rod says they should grow back, but they might be curly whiskers instead of straight. Mum says so long as the hair grows back and the cancer is gone, she doesn't care what it looks like.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
My first check up since the end of radiation didn't go exactly to plan....
Monday, January 11, 2010
Today is the ninth anniversary of joining my pack. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was born at the Peninsula Animal Aid and when Mum picked me up, it was my first trip in the car. And I was a little bit scared. And I did a big vomit. And ever since then Mum jokes they called me Gromit because it was the only word that rhymed with Vomit.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Happy New Year.
I love Christmas normally. Lots of treats for everyone, our pack heads down to the farm and I get to lie round in the paddock being a dog.
Here we go again.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
- Gromit's quality of life during and after radiation treatment
- Gromit's likely survival with or without radiation treatment
- The family's ability to deal with the side effects of radiation (what if Misty put her nose into Gromit's face and a fight ensued? Should Misty be boarded out?)
- The cost of treatment
- The logistics of getting Gromit to treatment (thank you Brisbane Veterinary Specialist Centre for offering day hospitalisation)
- Everything else going on right now - work, Christmas etc.
Thursday the 19th... Radical surgery day.
As instructed, I headed off with Dad to the vet on Wednesday the 11th November, having been fasted overnight. I was given an anaesthetic and the lump was removed level with my gum line and the wound cauterised. The lump bit was sent to pathology for testing.
Tuesday started off the same as every other work day. Mum does the early morning walk and breakfasts, then gets in the shower to head off to work. I wasn't all that hungry (sometimes I can be fussy with my food) and mum hid my bowl from Misty, and headed off to get ready for work. It was while Mum was in the shower that Dad checked my mouth.
In 2007, my carefree existence came to a temporary halt. A little bump on my rear was diagnosed as a melanoma. No worries though, Brisbane is home to the Brisbane Veterinary Specialist Centre, so in May 2007 I went in to have the melanoma removed. And everything was great again because my fabulous surgeon Dr Rod made sure all of my cancer was gone.
2007 was not a good year. In October I did my cruciate. So off to hospital I went to have it repaired. This leg gave me niggles all through 2007/8 but eventually came good as we welcomed 2009. I continued to have physio/hydrotherapy into 2009 and I loved going "swimming" on Mondays with my mum.
2009 was looking good health wise for me, but Wallace's arthritis and health was going downhill and we were all devastated when she went to dog heaven early one cold winter's morning. I was lonely without her, and later that Winter, mum and dad took me across to the RSPCA ( www.rspcaqld.org.au ) and with my help we recruited a new pack member, Misty.
Life was looking great again. It was hard getting used to a new pup, but we were surviving. Mum had enrolled Misty in dog lessons, Dad was making sure I had plenty of attention, taking me for trips to the farm and for long walks while Misty ran off her energy at the dog park (off limits for me since my cruciate troubles).
We celebrated my ninth birthday with a cake while Mum and Dad were on holidays. At the start of November, they went back to work and our routine went back to normal. On the 7th November, we went for a trip to the farm and everything was fine. On Monday, I was a bit off my food, which sometimes happens after a big weekend. Nothing unusual though.
But on Tuesday 10th November, everything changed.