The vet called with the results of Trevor’s last test today. No intestinal parasites! Yippee! I knew the shelter had wormed him, but the wormer they use doesn’t kill whipworms, and finding out whether he was clear of those was the last barrier to him being able to have unsupervised play time in the yard with my guys.
( A tale of meds, and dogfood, and testosterone... )
So now I spend the next 30 days giving Trevor his antibiotics and trying to put some weight on him. Also, continuing to introduce him and Drummer. I tried yesterday… Trevor and Thunder were out in the backyard, and I took Drummer out on lead. They started off just sniffing, but then there was some generalized grumbling from both of them, so I wasn’t willing to turn them loose together quite yet. Boys. I swear. You could cut the testosterone with a knife.
It’s going to be an interesting few months, I can tell!
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Date: 2011-02-23 11:05 am (UTC)You're a good mother/foster mother :).
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Date: 2011-02-23 02:27 pm (UTC)I'm constantly second-guessing myself... I worry that they spend too much time crated because I live alone and am gone for 10-11 hours five days a week... I worry that I use the nice big backyard as a crutch (especially in the winter) when I should be actually spending time outside with the dogs. But then I look at Thunder sound asleep upside-down on the sofa, or Drummer's happy-dog expression when he brings me toy after toy after toy to throw, and I think I'm probably doing okay.
And it's fun to have a travel buddy again... Chase used to go everywhere with me, and Drummer never quite got settled into the groove of traveling. Now that he goes to more conventions, he's turned into a great little traveler, so I'll probably stay nextdoor at the Sheraton again for OVFF this year, 'cause it's dog-friendly and the con hotel isn't. It was worth a bit of extra walking (which isn't exactly bad for me, after all!) to have Drummy with me last year!