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Thursday, April 28, 2005
The animals
Since they're a big part of my life, I thought I'd introduce and show you pictures of my animals.
In the order of acquisition:
Camalot
Camie was in a litter of 11 puppies that an 11 month old mommie dog had. She came to us at 3 weeks old because her mother did not take care of the puppies. She's a pretty good dog, as far as dogs go, but just not exactly what we expected. Her mother was Alaskan Husky, and her father was Saint Bernard and German Sheperd. Quite a combination. Compared to some of the dogs I've seen at the clinic, she's great, but gosh, she can be a lunkhead at times.
Alyeska:
Aly is a Siberian Husky. She's obviously gorgeous. She is also one of those one-in-a-million huskies that will do as she's told. She's our only purchased animal, and was obtained from a local musher. She is pictured here with her lunch, a chukkar.
Max..aka "Kittius Maximus"
Max was my first weakness at the clinic. He showed up as an 8 week old kitten who's owner was going to put him to sleep. So I called Jerry and told him we had a cat. He's a monster weighing in at 15 pounds, and is a real sweetheart, though he has issues with the other cats in the household.
Chrissy
Chrissy is a bit of a freak of nature. I got her when she was 20 hours old. Her mother came into someone's garage, had 2 kittens, and left. She never came back, so I raised Chrissy on a bottle. When she was 5 weeks, I rehomed her with an elderly woman who wanted a cat for a compation. A month later, I got a call that I needed to come get Chrissy, because she'd gone nuts. And she had. She acted like a completely feral cat that had never been touched by a human beforeo in her life. I don't know what happened, but it took me a month of locking her in my bathroom to get her anywhere tame enough to handle. She still is a flighty psycho cat, that has panic attacks and spins around on her tail. She also rolls around on the floor curled up into a ball. Very, very strange.
Madison
Madison is a generic Barn Cat. She was found with her two brothers, Jeep and Snapple, in the middle of my mother-in-law's driveway. No mother to be found, soaking wet. So I raised them from about 3 weks old. They were going to go back to the farm when they were old enough, and we did take them back out there after they'd had all 3 sets of kitten vaccinations. However, Maddie would not come out of the carrier and hid for about 3 days without eating. So we ended up bringing her back home...cat number 3. Unfortunately, unknown to use, Maddie and her brother Jeep were both born with Feline Leukemia, which caused their vaccinations to not work. Jeep came down with Distemper, which I thought could not possibly be distemper in a vaccinated kitten, so I brought him home to take to work with me. He gave distemper to Maddie. Jeep didn't make it and Maddie almost died. As a result of the Distemper, she has neurological problelms and falls down often.
Paris
Paris is named Paris, because, well, she's of the opinion that she's a supermodel. She came out of the blue and chose Jerry as her owner. She was huddled in a rainstorm in our neighbor's lawnmower - she was maybe 6 weeks old - and when we tried to catch her, she ran right up to Jerry and wanted him to take her home. She's been his little girl ever since. She absolutely loves him and had a bit of an adustment period when Nolan came home and she no longer had Daddy's lap to herself.
In the order of acquisition:
Camalot
Camie was in a litter of 11 puppies that an 11 month old mommie dog had. She came to us at 3 weeks old because her mother did not take care of the puppies. She's a pretty good dog, as far as dogs go, but just not exactly what we expected. Her mother was Alaskan Husky, and her father was Saint Bernard and German Sheperd. Quite a combination. Compared to some of the dogs I've seen at the clinic, she's great, but gosh, she can be a lunkhead at times.
Alyeska:
Aly is a Siberian Husky. She's obviously gorgeous. She is also one of those one-in-a-million huskies that will do as she's told. She's our only purchased animal, and was obtained from a local musher. She is pictured here with her lunch, a chukkar.
Max..aka "Kittius Maximus"
Max was my first weakness at the clinic. He showed up as an 8 week old kitten who's owner was going to put him to sleep. So I called Jerry and told him we had a cat. He's a monster weighing in at 15 pounds, and is a real sweetheart, though he has issues with the other cats in the household.
Chrissy
Chrissy is a bit of a freak of nature. I got her when she was 20 hours old. Her mother came into someone's garage, had 2 kittens, and left. She never came back, so I raised Chrissy on a bottle. When she was 5 weeks, I rehomed her with an elderly woman who wanted a cat for a compation. A month later, I got a call that I needed to come get Chrissy, because she'd gone nuts. And she had. She acted like a completely feral cat that had never been touched by a human beforeo in her life. I don't know what happened, but it took me a month of locking her in my bathroom to get her anywhere tame enough to handle. She still is a flighty psycho cat, that has panic attacks and spins around on her tail. She also rolls around on the floor curled up into a ball. Very, very strange.
Madison
Madison is a generic Barn Cat. She was found with her two brothers, Jeep and Snapple, in the middle of my mother-in-law's driveway. No mother to be found, soaking wet. So I raised them from about 3 weks old. They were going to go back to the farm when they were old enough, and we did take them back out there after they'd had all 3 sets of kitten vaccinations. However, Maddie would not come out of the carrier and hid for about 3 days without eating. So we ended up bringing her back home...cat number 3. Unfortunately, unknown to use, Maddie and her brother Jeep were both born with Feline Leukemia, which caused their vaccinations to not work. Jeep came down with Distemper, which I thought could not possibly be distemper in a vaccinated kitten, so I brought him home to take to work with me. He gave distemper to Maddie. Jeep didn't make it and Maddie almost died. As a result of the Distemper, she has neurological problelms and falls down often.
Paris
Paris is named Paris, because, well, she's of the opinion that she's a supermodel. She came out of the blue and chose Jerry as her owner. She was huddled in a rainstorm in our neighbor's lawnmower - she was maybe 6 weeks old - and when we tried to catch her, she ran right up to Jerry and wanted him to take her home. She's been his little girl ever since. She absolutely loves him and had a bit of an adustment period when Nolan came home and she no longer had Daddy's lap to herself.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Doctor's Appointment
The past couple of nights, Nolan's had some crying episodes; screaming, unconsolable fits, which is *not* normal for him, so we took him to the doctor.
It looks like he has a hernia, and has an appointment (the soonest we could get) on May 23 in Boise with a specialist in the field.
So the hernia is an Inguinal Hernia, and we'll find out at the appointment with the specialist if he needs surgery or not. Normally, the practice is to wait until after the child is 6 months old to repair a hernia, unless it is large enough to make it dangerous, or if it's an emergency, such as a strangulated loop of intestine.
The reason for the wait is because the smaller the baby, the greater the risk of problems under anesthesia. In Nolan's case, he already weighs as much as many of those 6 month old babies. He was 16 pounds 2 ounces at his appointment. And he's growing out of his *6 month* size clothes. SO, they may schedule his surgery for the next day after the initial appointment, depending on the size of the hernia, if indeed the has one.
It's a bit irritating, going to the doctor's office. You practically have to research the symptoms and know what the problem is before you go in, or they tell you "oh, that's normal, nothing to worry about" I had to insist SEVERAL times that there was a bulge where there shouldn't be a bulge before they got the doctor to even come in and check the inguinal canal. ARGH.
Oh, for you statistic lovers out there, 16 pounds, 2 ounces at his age (almost 12 weeks old) is above 100th percentile.
It looks like he has a hernia, and has an appointment (the soonest we could get) on May 23 in Boise with a specialist in the field.
So the hernia is an Inguinal Hernia, and we'll find out at the appointment with the specialist if he needs surgery or not. Normally, the practice is to wait until after the child is 6 months old to repair a hernia, unless it is large enough to make it dangerous, or if it's an emergency, such as a strangulated loop of intestine.
The reason for the wait is because the smaller the baby, the greater the risk of problems under anesthesia. In Nolan's case, he already weighs as much as many of those 6 month old babies. He was 16 pounds 2 ounces at his appointment. And he's growing out of his *6 month* size clothes. SO, they may schedule his surgery for the next day after the initial appointment, depending on the size of the hernia, if indeed the has one.
It's a bit irritating, going to the doctor's office. You practically have to research the symptoms and know what the problem is before you go in, or they tell you "oh, that's normal, nothing to worry about" I had to insist SEVERAL times that there was a bulge where there shouldn't be a bulge before they got the doctor to even come in and check the inguinal canal. ARGH.
Oh, for you statistic lovers out there, 16 pounds, 2 ounces at his age (almost 12 weeks old) is above 100th percentile.
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