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Anaplasmosis Blues

*SIGH*

Well, at least I don’t itch as much. That’s the good news.

I wasn’t feeling very good at all on Saturday. Even Piggy was feeling sorry for me. He’s nice to cuddle with, and he always makes me feel a bit better.

I was in on Saturday to see the vets again. Dr. Celia was taking a much deserved weekend, so I got to see Dr. Roseanne for the first time in a long time. My back legs weren’t working properly – they were very weak – I was really tired and feeling pretty depressed about being sick. Again… And while I was in the examining room, my skin began to twitch. The two-leggers thought it was itching that made it convulse up my spine, but it wasn’t. I didn’t feel itchy at all. But when someone or something touched me, my skin just rode in a wave from my back end to my shoulders.

Dr. Roseanne thought my Blasto had come out of hibernation again. Then Elizabeth had a thought. This same thing happened to me last Spring when I had a bad bladder infection. Dr. Celia thought the Blastomycosis had struck again then, too. But it turned out that I had a tick-bourne disease no one had ever seen in this area before, something called Anaplasmosis.

“Trust Stella,” Elizabeth said.

Anaplasmosis is much easier and cheaper to treat than Blasto, though.  ~:o)=

Dr. Roseanne seemed to think it more likely that it was Blasto than Anaplasmosis this time, however. “I’m going to x-ray her lungs and see what’s happening there. With that wet cough (I’d also coughed once in the examining room) and one lung sounding louder than the other…. If the x-ray doesn’t show anything, then we’ll do a blood test for the Anaplasmosis.”

The x-rays were clear. But the blood test showed that I have Anaplasmosis again. My skin infection compromised my immune system enough that the Anaplasmosis, which must have been lying dormant in my body, perhaps from this Spring or, more likely, says Dr. Roseanne, from another tick, has erupted.

Dr. Roseanne put me on a stronger antibiotic and within two doses I felt much better. Elizabeth has been feeding me some really yummy food, too – soaked kibble mixed with tuna and salmon that she got from Doyle the Dog Food Man – because my throat and tonsils were really raw and so sore that I was refusing to eat a thing. But I feel much better today. For the first time in weeks, I pulled Elizabeth up the hill on our walk. She had to run to keep up, even with my paws slipping a bit on the ice and snow on the driveway! It was fun.

I must continue on the antibiotics for another two weeks at least, though, to beat the Anaplasmosis into submission, hopefully out of my system altogether. It might decide to just stay there and wait until I have another infection. It’s an insidious sort of disease, just like the ticks that carry it. No one here is very familiar with it, so Elizabeth isn’t too sure what to expect. But I know she’ll always be there to look after me, so I’m not worried.  ~:o)=

Strange Things Two-Leggers Do No.1…

Now, I love my two-leggers dearly… don’t get me wrong! I love them as they are and I would never trade them in. But I must tell you straight. They do some very strange things.

Elizabeth and Kay are spending a lot of time out-of-doors these days, when they are at home. You’d think they’d be swimming, or chasing squirrels, or going on patrols with me. But no. They do something else all together.

They have three special places they seem to enjoy most. Two of them are surrounded by the same sort of metal stuff that encloses my bit of real estate, another is up off the ground and has a floor made of big, flat sticks with air space between them.

At the beginning of the warm weather, my two-leggers were in these places all the time… digging! They just dug and dug, then they hauled more black earth in and dumped it and dug some more. Then one day they came home with a bunch of green growy things – like grass only different flavours and shapes. Some of them taste quite yummy. ~;oP=   They dug some more and put these growy things in the ground. Then they poured water on them. Not always normal water, either, but smelly water (I tried some once and rather liked it…). Sometimes they just dragged a stick along the surface of the ground and then dropped in tiny things using their fingers.

Last year when I saw them doing this, I thought, What fun! And I tried a bit of it out myself. I found it a very relaxing passtime, digging. And I dug little holes here and there all over the yard. Just little ones, like I saw my two-leggers doing. Elizabeth noticed them, but she thought a skunk was making them. She put earth in them, but not growy things. I’d have put earth in them myself if I’d been able to figure out how to get it from point A to Point B, but I couldn’t, so digging became my field of expertise.

One of the things I noticed as I dug was that the earth below was nice and cool. This gave me a brilliant idea… I’d dig a big hole and plant myself in it! I went to my favourite shady lying down place, which is right near the door to the two-legger house, and I dug a big hole. It was easy going ’cause the earth was brown and granular and easy to shift. And after the first few inches, it was moist and cool. My very own doggy spa!

My two-leggers came home and found what I had done. For some reason they seemed – vexed.

Elizabeth came out with a flat bunch of dead grass on a stick and moved all the earth back into the hole.

I moved it out again. I like my doggy spa, thank you. You have your digging place. Now I have mine!

Elizabeth swept it full again.

I dug it out.

Elizabeth swept it full again.

I dug it out.

Elizabeth… well, you get the picture.

Sunday’s Special

This morning we went on our usual walk to the end of the driveway (it’s a loooong driveway…). Elizabeth and I do that twice a day: once before my morning meal and again before my evening meal. When we get to the big gravel road, and turn around to come home, I sit and Elizabeth takes off my leader and lets me run. Sometimes she calls me to come, and if I decide to go to her, she gives me a cookie. Sometimes, though, I have more important things to do.

This morning, Elizabeth called me when I got to the top of the hill. But she didn’t ask me to come. She asked instead if I was going to go see Bud. I couldn’t belive my ears! I didn’t think Bud was here yet – he hasn’t been coming ’til later in the morning on Saturdays. I thanked Elizabeth for telling me and away I ran, top speed. Bud, you see, is my best dog-friend. He lives next door and he only comes on weekends.

 

This is me with Bud when I was sick with Blasto last summer. Thanks for letting me use your photo, Joanne!

Bud is much older than me. He was bigger than me, too, but he seems to have shrunk over the last year. Sometimes I must coax him a bit to play; he doesn’t seem to like playing as much as I do. But Bud is just the sweetest guy.

Last year, when he found out I was really sick with Blasto, he brought me a get-well-soon present. Piggy is one of my favourite friends, and I play with him whenever I’m feeling a little bit lonesome. Piggy makes some great noises, reminding me that Bud will be coming soon and I can go see him again. Sometimes Bud and his two-legger Joanne give me special treats to have while they are away, too. I visit them often when they are here. I also make sure that their place is well guarded while they are away.

Yes, Saturdays are great. But Sundays are really special.

On Sundays, both of my two-leggers are always with me for nearly the whole day AND my pal Bud and his two-leggers are often next door! Not only that but every Sunday Elizabeth gives me my Special Treat!

I just love my Special Treat. It’s special because it is usually something I don’t ever get during the rest of the week, and it’s usually BIG. It’s something that I can enjoy all at once (even then it usually takes me a while to get through it) or I can have some and leave some for later. Elizabeth always gives it to me in the room where my two-leggers work with food. I take it from her and trot into the sunny room that looks out over the water. I’m always so excited to get my Special Treat that I can’t just lie down and eat it. I toss it in the air to let everyone see how lucky I am, then pounce on it a few times first. My absolute favourite Special Treat is really big and often requires two snack sessions: puffed dried pig ears.

A couple of Sundays ago, Elizabeth gave me one and I took it into the sunny room like I usually do. I’d just been playing with Piggy, and thought maybe he might be interested in my Sunday Special treat, too. Here’s what happened.

 

Mmmm! I just love pig ears!

 

Pig ears are just the best, Piggy!

 

What? You don't think so? ...Oh... I see... oh, dear...

I'm sorry! I won't eat any more while you're around, okay?


I told him that his ears taste very different and I would never eat them, and he seems to feel much better. Piggy and I are reconciled. I’ve kept my promise, too… I always leave him in another room while I enjoy my Sunday Special Treats now.

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