Faith is now 9 months old, has been spayed, and gone through several problems sadly...
But first, she did get to play with our next-door neighbor's dog Moe!
He's a mix of a beagle and another dog. Best guess is a Dachshund, but no one is absolutely positive. He's a happy-go-lucky dog that often barks for Faith when she's not out.
They were able to play with each other for awhile in the past, but unable to these days with Faith not feeling as well. In fact, the last time they played, Faith ended up growling at Moe for not backing off after awhile. Moe just doesn't know when to stop.
After Faith had two shots she needed, she started to be rather... off for awhile. She generally wasn't as playful and mainly wanted to sleep. She even caught a few fevers to which the vets gave medications for the symptoms, but when it came to finding out what the hell was wrong, they only suggested expensive exploratory options that they weren't sure would even find anything. It's not so much that it was going to be a lot of money, but the fact they generally didn't even have any guesses to what it could be, and therefore wouldn't even be looking for anything in particular.
She eventually got better on her own after a few medications (Mainly a steroid or two). She was soon well enough for her spaying. Faith was predictably out of it for a few days, but got better as the days went on.
We had to keep telling her not to get too excited or to jump up so not to disturb the stitches. Luckily, she did not need to wear a cone of shame, and listened to us as soon as she was ordered.
But then, we found a lump on Faith near her rib cage. During a visit for an eye problem (story below), one of the better vets at the place suggested just to leave it alone, as it didn't meet any criteria of being a cancerous or otherwise life-altering lump.
During this time, Faith went over to my sister's home for an all-day yard sale or some sort of party. Mom, of course, was around too, as she would never just leave Faith over there. I, however, had no interest in going over there, so for the next part, all I know is two different stories.
My sister's roomate has a big dog named Zeus. He's a bulldog and rather huge, but also a sweetheart that likes to play. The problem is, he is also VERY clumsy and like Moe, sometimes doesn't know when to stop.
Sis wanted to introduce Faith to Zeus inside the house, since one time they met didn't end well (Essentially, he caught her off guard and she snapped at him). Mom didn't like that idea, but Sis kept insisting it'll be fine, because she'll be there, as will her roommate. Mom didn't want to be apart of it and stayed outside.
|Faith finds a large fallen branch!|
Mom heard a pain-filled yelp, Sis heard a loud whine. When Sis "looked over" (implying she was not paying attention, but insists she was despite that wording) she saw Faith biting at Zeus in a bit of a rage. Mom came running in, asking what happened.
After that, Faith was mostly laying around, not wanting to do anything. Sis believed she felt guilty or otherwise was wiped out from all the excitement today. Mom wasn't sure so figured she was just tired.
Sis still believes Faith simply scratched herself, but if she did, we would have heard it over here. The vet said it was a very painful wound, she would be unlikely be able to hide her anguish.
Because we weren't there and have no proof, no one has told Sis what likely happened, mainly because it would probably cause an argument. I, however, will tell her if she starts talking about it to people or tries using it as evidence of something. (Example: "Well Faith did scratch her eye before, maybe she did it again which is why she's acting so out of it.)
I know that's probably petty, but that really pissed me off. Sis really doesn't know when to pay attention. I know it's not completely her fault, but in this example, she never admits to even taking her eyes off Faith.
I told Mom to never let Faith be alone with Sis again. It's not that I don't trust her as a person, but I don't trust her ADD.
Sis and Mom were the ones to go to this animal hospital, so I don't have first hand knowledge. According to Sis, The vet said they could remove the lump but needed Faith to stay overnight. Mom didn't want to have Faith stay overnight, however. It wasn't the cost, though it may have been partly because she would worry too much... the main reason was the vet at the hospital didn't say if the lump was bad or benign.
|While playing with a sheet, Faith got tangled in it.|
Funny enough, while at the animal hospital, Faith apparently loved all the assistants there, but when it came to the main vet Mom and Sis were dealing with, Faith was rather cold towards her. Probably didn't like what she sensed in the woman.
In fact, the vet was rather taken back by Mom's refusal. She must normally not hear "no" often.
Faith even got to play with Moe a little, but only twice more before their playdates were put on hold for a long time.
She was prescribed a medication along with some steroids to help it along. When we picked up the medication, the pharmacy called her "Faith 'Dog' [our last name]" on the bottle, haha!
We rushed her back to the vets, and our same guy told us to just go straight to a specialist, giving us a brochure for the place, and sent us off. I called Sis to tell her about this, and she insisted upon coming. I was very grateful for that, as she could comfort Faith while I help Mom with directions.
After we described what she's been going through, Mr. Jewish says he needs to take some samples from Faith's joints to see if he can find a problem, but there's a chance nothing will show up. We had to kill a few hours though, as it would take awhile.
Because we rushed to get Faith to this place, Mom
and I looked like crap. Sis looked all right since she came from work, though was covered in dog fur.
We went somewhere to eat and went to this small diner who really didn't like the way we looked or something, so shoved us to a corner of the place where no one else was seated. The waitress tried to get our orders very quickly as well, and even our food came rather quickly. They really wanted to get us out! In fact, the waitress came over with the receipt before asking us if we wanted anything else.
She got rather huffy when we said we wanted a few more things... "Well, i guess I'll get you another check!"
Besides her attitude, we loved the speedy service and seclusion though. After all, we DID look like crap, haha. I suppose this was supposed to be a higher class town/diner but really didn't seem it.
|Faith's like "Hay guiz!" Moe is like "Nope, not looking!"|
The tests, of course, were inconclusive, but the steroids really helped her. She was much more active, ate and drank more too! In fact, she is slightly on the tubby side now, these days.
Still, it was good to have her in a happier state despite the increased panting and her needing to lay down a lot. The cool thing is she will knowingly take the medications, seemingly because she realizes they make her feel better... or just trusts us to know best for her?
More recently, however, she got a few fevers, though nothing as high in the past. When we told Dr. Jewish this, he came to the conclusion that perhaps, it isn't auto immune. Unfortunately, we still don't know what these random fevers are, nor does he have any explanations.
We are in the process of weening her off the steroids now, and she's actually been doing pretty well. She might get a little more fatigued at times, depending the weather, but she maintains a mostly happy appearance. Jewish says after we ween her off the steroids, she probably could just take an aspirin a day and be fine enough to keep the fevers away.
We also have to be able to get her to lose weight, though, cause she is packing the pounds due to those steroids (26lbs).
|Most recent photo; the light makes it look like she has no neck, haha!|