Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Getting Ready to Visit

Friends,
My heart is sick right now. My dear Pearly is having surgery and I can't rest here being all worried about her. I asked dad to prepare a dozen of hamburgers for her prompt recovery.



I am heading over there my cutie pie!

PS: Please keep Pearl and her mommy in your thoughts!

Friday, July 3, 2009

The Least I Expect

The least I expect from my parents this weekend


is to prepare a delicious beef soup for me


with all sorts of vegetables and beans


and a big bone to chew


when I finish eating my soup




and my vegetables and beans



because I am sick and I am staying home


because I need to rest and take four pills


and I heard that beef soup is good when you are sick.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

How Am I Doing?

Hi friends *cough, cough*,
Thank you so much for the well wishes. Mom exagerated yesterday, I am not THAT sick. Mom was worried all day and then the vet said she wanted to talk in person when she was going to pick me up. Imagine mom. Well, as soon as the vet came to the room she showed mom my x-rays. *cough, cough*, excuse me, I am still coughing a little.


Mom says she has never seen something so funny. My x-rays show a ball inside a ball. What??? Ok, the biggest ball is my body and the smallest ball is my heart. The vet told mom to not worry because a pug's heart is normally round.

So the final diagnosis was tracchiobronchitis (sp?). She said it is a common cold in dogs, due to the changes in weather and the rain we have been having here lately. BUT, since my inmune system is so weak, the vet told mom to avoid taking me to places where other doggies go. Places like the pug meetup, the dog park, the doggy beach... so this is the end of my social life!!! That's why my vet wanted to talk to mom in person. Because she knows I go to a lot of places and she thinks that it is better for me to reduce my exposure to avoid getting more infections. So the bottomline is that mom needs to start taking a lot of care of me, she can't just treat me like a normal dog.

Mom knew this moment was going to come sometime and she is proud that I have been so strong for the last two years and I enjoyed everything we have done so far. But don't underestimate mom! This doesn't mean that my adventures are over. My BPF (best pug friend) mom came to the rescue yesterday! She called mom worried about me - she reads my blog - and they are already making plans to go to some places, with my friend Jaxson and me! I even overheard mom say that she will get me a birthday present in advance, something that will help me go to some places I can't go right now. I can't wait to find out what my gift is!!!


When mom and I got home yesterday daddy was cooking for mom. He is such a sweet guy, my dad. He was making barbecue also and since it started to rain I had to stay inside. I have to get used to mom overprotecting me but I know it is for best. At night I had trouble sleeping because of the cough but mom stayed awake with me. I stayed home while mom went to work so I could rest, but guess what? Mom is having stomach problems now, yeah, because of the stress because of me. She can't handle stress very well, but she doesn't have addison's disease. Go figure.

Oh, before I forget, Lilo tagged me for a game! Open you pictures folder and pick the 6th folder and then the 6th picture in that folder. Post that picture and tell the story behind it. Then tag 5 friends to play too!


This is mom's work computer but there are a lot of pictures of me here. This is me in John Pennekamp State Park in Key Largo, Florida. We went there a while ago. Since there are not so many dogs there, I think we could go again once I get better. I will ask mom. Mom?

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Good And Bad News


Hi Friends,
Today I have some bad news... my traccheal problem appeared again this morning. Nothing unusual for me, since I have had this problem recently but this time I wouldn't stop having those weird attacks. I was calmed and hungry but daddy got scared. He never gets scared but imagine how I was for him to get scared; he didn't even want to feed me because he thought it would make things worse. He was having his allergy attacks, too, and we both felt sorry for each other.


But I am not the real problem. I went to work with mom today and she dropped me off to the vet where I am going to get a chest x-ray. I am in good hands now. The vet said I had a traccheobronchitis.


The real problem is mom. She pretends to be a strong person and it has worked well for the past couple of years. But today her heart sunk. She doesn't know why. It could be because I am going to the vet more often than she wishes I would. Or because she was finally getting used of me being a "healthy" pug... when I will actually never be.



I will make sure mom gets lots of kisses and good news. I promise to follow treatment and continue on my diet; I will try to beg a little less during mom and dad's meals!



Now to add some good news to this post, I would like to write a little poem, just like my sweet friend Tweedles did, inspired in a poem half-written by her friend Jan @ Ignite to Write.

Let me put my wrinkles to work for a while...


Here it is:

Coco looks like a furry puffy ball
He smells like cheese and flowers
He sounds like a pig in the country
He tastes like the sweetest treat
He feels like a melting cinnabon

Coco makes me want to smile and share and not be shy
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