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The hound is back!

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The hound is back! Ruby has had quite a day, but is recovering nicely. We took her in for her “laceration repair” this morning and since she was being kind of cranky about it, they mentioned they’d probably need to sedate her for the procedure. So, I roped them into doing a dental at the same time, because she was way {years!} overdue and it doesn’t make sense to subject a 12-year-old dog {or any dog} to anesthesia more than necessary. And, of course, it saved money to lump the two procedures together. {Not that we needed yet another bill right now, but it couldn’t be helped.} We didn’t get our regular vet because he happened to have swapped shifts today, but everything went well with the other vet and techs.

It turns out the cut wasn’t deep, but it was jagged and definitely needed to be cleaned up and sutured. I’m surprised at how messy it is now—the initial wound barely bled, but the sutured wound bled a lot and continues to weep; they had to insert a couple of temporary drains which come out in a few days. Staples come out in 10 days. And her teeth look great; she had a few minor teeth removed, but for not having a dental for many years, I think she lucked out. And they also caught up her nails for me, which, frankly, I was embarrassed about. I had let them get way too long recently, since she’s been more and more impatient with getting her nails trimmed over the last few years. Lastly, her blood-work looks pretty darn good for her age.

She’s obviously in a lot of discomfort, and is cracked out on pain meds, but she’ll be OK. She’s able to walk around, if a bit unsteadily, and can even manage the stairs, which is great – because carrying her 60 pounds up and down without hurting her might have been a bit awkward. I think as a result of this unfortunate accident, that in a few days she’s going to be feeling better than she has in years. I hope, so anyway.

So I spent the day driving Ruby to the vet and back, and my step-son to the pool for the afternoon. He observed and assisted as we cleaned the wound last night, and came with me to the vet this morning, so that was a productive experience for him as he feels pretty awful about accidentally hurting Ruby.

The rest of the day I laid low and tried to de-stress from the worry over Ruby: finished a novel, made food, did some editing for the show, watered the lawns, that’s about it.

Short night ahead with an injured hound

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Well, it’s going to be a short night. A few hours ago our greyhound Ruby was accidentally caught in the door to our latticed-in back porch {the used-to-be screen door has plastic lattice attached to it instead of screen}. As she was coming in, I came out the sliding glass door and Pip darted out, because she loves to be on the porch and find ways to escape into the back yard. My step-son saw Pip coming out and slammed the latticed door shut to keep her on the porch—but Ruby was half-way through it.

Ruby screamed and jumped back into the yard, stumbling. I thought she was just scared, because she’s the most skittish, sensitive soul I know, but I felt along her body for any injuries, just in case. I picked up all her feet, felt them, bent her legs, ran my hands along her torso. She seemed fine. It took 5 minutes or so to convince her to come back through the porch and into the house. She then went to lay down in her downstairs bed.

Later, I called her upstairs and she jumped on the bed. There were several of us hanging out in the room and going in and out, and I even sat down to read while waiting to check on dinner. Somewhere in there I went to give Ruby some love, and discovered a huge gash in the underside of her right thigh, right in the crease. It had hardly bled at all, but looked deep and was gaping open. Thankfully, my husband was able to locate supplies to clean the wound as I wrestled a very unhappy greyhound. We grabbed her loose plastic muzzle, which was nearby—I’d been using it lately to aid me in trimming her nails since she’s become increasingly cranky about that over the years {she’s 12}. Finally, we got her cleaned, wrapped, and stabilized and after a while we helped her lay down. Eventually, she calmed down enough to get a little sleep. But she’s obviously very uncomfortable. She’s going to have to wear the track muzzle all night, because we can’t risk her waking up and messing with the bandages.

Poor sweet thing. I’m not looking forward to getting up at 8a to call the vet to see if they can squeeze her in—she’s probably going to need a bunch of stitches. And I’m not sure how we’re going to get her downstairs.

Greyhounds have such thin skin! Our other greyhound, Deimos, injured himself on multiple occasions resulting in large open wounds. They always looked terrible but eventually healed up just fine with good care on our end, without stitches. This one might be tricky though, because of the location. I sure hope our favorite vet friend is in tomorrow.

Things out of my control {but that bug me anyway), CSA Basket #7: July 18, 2012, summer is not good to the greyhound

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Ah, family… It’s good to have the kids back. The Rodeo is not fixed {but the problem has been identified, thanks to some long troubleshooting in the hot sun by the kids’ relatives}.

Apparently, the kids ate a less than ideal diet over the 5 days that they were gone. {Well, at least today they did: There was McDonald’s trash in our trash can from their breakfast!} What disappoints me most of all, is that in spite of what we have taught them about the multiple benefits of a plant-based diet {health, animals, environment}, they are still choosing to eat animal products when with their relatives. {I don’t blame them—adults are dictating their food choices for the most part—and they’re getting mixed messages—but it really bums me out. Please note that I’m also not blaming the adults; I was there once too. However, I wish we were more on the same page, and I hope that someday we will be.}

Not to mention that the kids are worn out and at least one of them has made herself sick. We keep pointing this out to them when they come back—if they eat poorly, if they choose to eat animal products after not eating them for weeks, their bodies are going to react badly. Cause and effect. This winter and spring the kids missed a grand total of 2 days of school! 2 of them each missed one day {one was a sports injury}, and one missed no days. I wonder how that compares to last fall at their old school? I need to keep focused on the fact that they now live with us, so maybe about 85% of the rest of their childhood they will be eating plant-based and their health will benefit greatly from it. It’s the best we can do. If you’re reading this, and you’re doubting that a plant-based diet is really the most healthy for children {and adults}, please see Real Vegan ChildrenForks Over Knives {available on Netflix}, Vegan For Life, and NutritionFacts.org for starters.

Speaking of healthy food, here’s this week’s basket of goodness. I’m kind of hit and miss with the photo quality, but I’m generally too lazy to get the good camera and just opt for my phone. {Oooh, speaking of phones—my Tmobile plan is finally up Aug 4 and I’ll be joining the family on Verizon and hopefully will get a new phone! It will save us $ to be on the same carrier, plus Verizon has better coverage, plus my current “smart phone” is so pokey…}

CSA Box #7, 2012

CSA Box #7, 2012

  • Blackberries
  • Cherry tomatoes
  • Cilantro
  • Corn
  • German Butterball potatoes
  • Mixed squash & zucchini
  • Red leaf lettuce
  • Spinach
  • Vates curly kale

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Poor Ruby. I woke up at 1:30 last night to one hell of a thunderstorm. We had all of the windows and blinds up, of course. Ruby was not on her dog bed. It took me a few minutes to find her, but she was cowering under the desk in the closet. Even after shutting out all sources of sound and light, and even with all the fans on, she was still shaking and drooling. She even came on the bed a bit to shake and drool there {that was a fun—and wet—little earthquake}, but she couldn’t settle down and went back in the closet. Eventually, I fell asleep. She was there in the morning, on her bed, having made it through another terrible night. Summer is just not good to the greyhound.

An April Fool’s sucker, incredibly shrinking kids, sleepovers and anxious animals

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It might be a good idea for me to get off the internet for the day, as I’ve already found myself momentarily sucked into an early morning April Fool’s joke. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do anything like that to you: I’m too boring to come up with April first fun.

Today was a fairly lazy Saturday. I slept in late, made a tofu scramble, and dropped the twins off at the pool for a few hours. Then I took my incredibly shrinking step-son to get some smaller pants. Vegan diet + growth spurt = 11-year-old butt crack and pants that were quite literally falling off. Not a pretty site. After that, I met with a couple of VegNet buddies to do some event planning. And then, we had the 3rd new kid this week spend the night. Sleepovers are fun and great for the kids and all, but I’m really looking forward to things getting back to normal next week. Some of the animals feel the same way, I’m sure. Poor little Isis has been a nervous wreck. Gordy is also not feeling well, and I’m wondering if part of it has to do with him being sensitive to all of the new people coming in and out (he’s always been a skittish cat). Maybe it explains why the greyhound is farting up a storm as well, which is very unusual for her. But seriously, she likes kids, so I doubt that’s it. I wonder if the kids accidentally fed her cat food for dinner or something. Or maybe somebody didn’t want the rest of their bean soup…