Join Date: Jun 2010
Location: Atlanta, GA
Buddy the Pit Bull Part 10
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Buddy Rose the Pit Bull Part X
Tuesday, June 29
Every day Buddy's walking has improved. Every single day he has walked a little further. From a few steps, he has gone to a few yards, to half a block, to a block. His coordination is much better. He tires easily and has to rest often, yet he continues to go a little further each day. A leash is no longer an option, he has to wear one. He is much, much stronger. This morning he walked three blocks. Maybe I should say he drug me down the sidewalk for three blocks. We rested in the shade for a few minutes and he walked back. I can tell when he starts to tire. First, he quits dragging me around and walks like a nice doggie on a leash. Next, he starts to sort of wag his rear end back and forth, I think to keep his front legs moving forward. Sometimes he lays down on his own to rest. When I see him struggling to keep his front legs moving, we stop and rest. Since he has been up and walking, I haven't wanted to slow his forward momentum down. Now, as he pulls me down the street, I am wondering if not slowing him down was a mistake.
The more I walk him, the more I know he is hunting cats. If I would let him, he wouldn't walk on the sidewalk or in the grass next to the sidewalk, he would walk in the shrubbery in front of homes searching for cats. I really don't want to know what he would do if he actually got to a cat, but maybe this is how he spent all of his time in his old 'hood. Believing that Buddy Rose is hunting cats, I started thinking about his old neighborhood. I never saw any stray cats running loose. Stray dogs were a different story. There are lots of stray dogs, mostly Pit Bulls or Chihuahuas with a few mixes in the middle, but I don't remember ever seeing any cats. In my neighborhood, where all dogs are leashed, and rarely does a dog run loose, we have an abundant number of cats roaming the streets and int the shrubbery. Maybe dogs like Buddy Rose are the reason you rarely see cats in these parts of town. If dogs run loose in a neighborhood, cats can't survive. Maybe? Well, it's a theory.
On Thursday morning, after everyone had breakfast and both dogs had their morning "business" walk. I convinced the Colonel to go with me, Mollie and Buddy to the park a few blocks from our house. Buddy still couldn't walk that far and he had been crawling or walking in the same three block area for five weeks. He needed a change of scenery, some new grass to lie in and some different smells. We took 2 lawn chairs, an old, steel, corkscrew stake with a 20 foot chain, water for four and water bowls for two.
The ride to this park from our home can't be more than a couple of minutes. I usually walk Mollie here at least once a day, sometimes twice. I parked the car at the park next to a shady area, and turned the engine off. Engine off. Buddy on. From the crate came the loudest *WOOF* *WOOF* *WOOF* you can imagine. I think it was his happy bark. Or maybe it was his, hey, new grass, get me out of this crate bark. I don't know exactly what he was communicating, but it was really, really loud. Once out of the crate, he quit barking and went to pulling me around from tree to tree. For the first time since he had been walking, Buddy went to a tree, sniffed, lifted his leg, stood on three legs and urinated on the tree. It was a big day for Buddy Rose.
Because Buddy is now walking and rarely crawls, he is using different parts of the pads of his paws. Soon after he started walking more than just a few steps at a time, certain areas of the pads on three of his feet became raw. For a while I tried to keep him on the grass, to try to give him a chance to toughen his paws without scraping them raw. A couple of times during the first week he was walking, his pads would bleed just a little. We kept a close watch on them and after another week, his pads were healed and tough enough not to cause him any more issues. He never limped. He never showed his paws hurt him, even when one paw had raw spots and two paws were bleeding. We only realized it after he walked into our house and left a very small trail of blood.
Our regular vet had prescribed Buddy Prostoria to help with diarrhea which started about the same time as he started taking Prednisone. Prostoria is supposed to restore all of the good flora in Buddy's intestines that all of the antibiotics he took had killed. Buddy finished the Prostoria on Thursday. He finally had a more solid stool on Friday. The vet tech had said to use the Prostoria pills like treats. Buddy has a healthy appetite and loves treats but even Buddy would not eat Prostoria like a treat. Like all of the other medication he has taken, I wrapped the Prostoria in thin, chicken sandwich meat. By doing this, Buddy Rose doesn't even need to be coaxed to take his pills. The Low Residue dog food was a different story. From the vet we bought a bag of dry food and a case of canned Low Residue dog food. Buddy ate it for about a day. When he refused to eat it at his regular feeding time, we started mixing some of his regular dog food with it. When he quit eating it this way, we put more of his regular food in it. In less than a week, Buddy was back to eating his regular food and we have a supply of Low Residue dog food, just in case we ever need it. At the Taj Mahal for pets, they learn very quickly if they don't like what's in their food bowl, just don't eat it. Like magic something better will appear in their dish.
Every night since we have had Buddy we have made him a bed in our small bathroom. Now, since he is walking, we put his bed down, move his water in there, and tell him it's time to go "night-night." He walks into the bathroom and lays down on his dog bed. I give him a few good boy pats (most nights I give him a kiss on the black spot on his head too, but don't tell anyone), exit and close the door.
Every morning when I open the bathroom door, Buddy Rose runs out into our living room. He's always excited when he's first released from his "night-night" kennel. Mollie usually greets him first and they have a joint short, tail-wagging nose sniff. Most mornings on his way to the living room he stops and picks up Elvis, a hound-dog stuffed animal we use as a doorstop at our front door. He carries Elvis around in his mouth, wagging his tail as he circles the living room. His next stop, with a mouth full of Elvis is to visit the Colonel and get his morning head pats. During his morning romp around the living room with Elvis in his mouth, I am standing at the front door with his leash in my hand waiting for him to come to the door to go outside. One morning this week, after I opened the bathroom door, Mollie and Buddy nose-sniffed, Buddy picked up Elvis and carried it into the living room, I heard the Colonel say, "Well, good morning Mr. Rose." Hearing this gave me an idea.
The Fourth of July was coming, not that Buddy had ever, could ever, or would ever want to escape from our pet Taj Mahal. I knew he needed a tag with name and phone number for his collar. My next trip to the pet store Buddy got a tag for his collar. He's had such a hard life and he looks like a big tuxedo boy with a red bow tie, I figured he deserved a little respect. The tag on Buddy's collar reads, "Mr. Buddy Rose."
The steroid Mr. Buddy Rose is taking, Prednisone, has made him much, much stronger. It also makes him pant a lot, drink a lot more water and urinate a lot more often. We have read it can cause aggression in dogs or even make them a little nuts, but Buddy's demeanor has not changed. He is great with people, children and other dogs. He doesn't do well with cats. He still has two more weeks of 20 mg. daily of Prednisone before we spend four weeks slowly weaning him off of it and praying he stays on all four paws.
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