Yay for Woody!

We finally got the pathology report from the vet. No cancer. No sign. Anywhere. YAY! There is sign of heliobactor (the same bacteria that causes ulcers in humans). So he's on antibiotics and good 'ol fashioned pepto.

He's been a stinker today. Lots of cuddles, lots of walks and more energy than he's had in a week or so. Sooooooooo good to see him back to his old self.

Thanks for your prayers. Woody the tap dancing dog is back!

Say a Prayer

Woody has his surgery today. I'm scared. Every time I do something with him I think "Is this the last time I'll do this with him?". Ugh. I hate it. I can't bear to think this is the last morning I might pet his head, hold his big, soft, floppy ears in my hands, or take him for a walk. I have to believe he'll be okay. Short of cancer he will be fine. I have to believe that possibility is remote. I pray it's remote.

Surgery on Monday

Poor guy is home, seems to be doing fairly well and is going to have surgery on Monday. We need to figure out what is making him so sick. This is breaking my heart.

Sick Again

Poor little guy has been sick again all this week. He seems to be doing a little better now but it was pretty bad on Wednesday. :(

Fingers crossed we don't have any other incidents over the weekend.

Woody, the Tap Dancing Dog

Chow time in the Atkinson-Pepoy house. This is the dance Woody does every time it's time for him to eat. I love it. He's focused. Concentrating. Watching Andrew's every move.

Ha! What a dog!

Labor Day

Wow...I can't believe we've had Woody for 10 months. Seems like a lifetime and it seems like yesterday. I can't believe how much I love him. I seriously could hang out with him all day, every day. One look into those deep brown eyes makes me forget even my worst day -- even if it's only for a minute.

I know pets help relieve stress but I guess I never realized how much until Woody. I knew Maxie and Kafka did but dogs are different. They really need you. They need you in a way nobody else needs you. They can communicate with you but it's all verbal cues -- I imagine it's like having a baby for life (but don't get me wrong -- i realize it's easier than having a baby for life).

It's nice to know, no matter how much crap I have to deal with in any given day that I can come home and at least one living being is excited to see me. He doesn't care what my day was like -- he only wants to make it better. And he does...

Okay, for a health update: Woody is doing well. He's still on 3 medications but he hasn't been sick in 2 weeks and he hasn't been licking the floors or carpets. We're weaning him onto some new food. So far, so good...