Angel 06-99-000

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7/3/06: My name is Angel and Foster Mom says that's because I AM an angel. I'm 11 years old and quite beautiful if I do say so. I've been in my new foster home for two days now and already me and Foster Mom are best buds. I follow her EVERYWHERE! I get so excited when she comes home that I cry a little and give her gooses as I follow her through the house. I do just fine with other dogs and I lived with kids (although I'm not overly fond of the really little ones - these aging bones ain't what they used to be). We?re off to the vet now for my wellness check and I?ll be ready to interview interested parties after that. Send an email to placementatragom [dot] org if you?d like to get on my dance card.

At a Glance #06-99-000

Breed not specified Born: March 2006
Female Weight not specified

Status: Deceased

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7/3/06: My name is Angel and Foster Mom says that's because I AM an angel. I'm 11 years old and quite beautiful if I do say so. I've been in my new foster home for two days now and already me and Foster Mom are best buds. I follow her EVERYWHERE! I get so excited when she comes home that I cry a little and give her gooses as I follow her through the house. I do just fine with other dogs and I lived with kids (although I'm not overly fond of the really little ones - these aging bones ain't what they used to be). We?re off to the vet now for my wellness check and I?ll be ready to interview interested parties after that. Send an email to placementatragom [dot] org if you?d like to get on my dance card.

Updates

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Whoopee for me!! Me and Foster Mom just got back from the vet and my platelet count is in the normal range!! The vet said that since I responded to high doses of steroids that I likely have immune mediated thrombocytopenia. And the fact my platelet count is now in the normal range means it should be manageable going forward. Yea for me! Foster Mom can reduce my steroids now and I’ll have my blood rechecked in two weeks.

Foster Mom’s especially pleased cuz less steroids means I’ll drink less water, and less water means I’ll pee less (I’ve had a couple accidents). Yay for Foster Mom! I guess the whole trial-and-error worked for all the pills I have to take. Cheese? Nope. Peanut butter. Nuh uh. Wet food? Not a chance. But I LOVE hot dogs. I don’t care HOW many pills Foster Mom stuffs in those. I’m still on antibiotics for Lyme disease too, but as soon as they’re done I should be in the clear on that. There’s still talk about a growth removal when I’m all better. Not sure what that means but I’m hoping it’s just a hair cut. I know it can’t be toe nails cuz I don’t have any!

Other than that foster care’s going great! I’m not much for bones or toys so I like to snuggle my head into Foster Mom’s lap and get some ear scratches. One of my foster sisters says I’m a Goodie-Four-Paws and, maybe I am, but that’s okay with me. I bet you can pick HER out of the picture. I’m the beautiful, obedient blonde.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

It’s me, Angel! I’m doing GReat in foster care. Me and my foster sisters have just been hangin’ out with Foster Mom cuz she’s been home from work.

I went to the vet and they found a growth on my back that they want to remove. Unfortunately my blood work shows an unusually low blood platelet count, so I guess they have to figure out the source of that before I can have surgery. Let me just say I didn’t like going to the vet clinic one bit. I trembled. Foster Mom felt bad.

Other than my blood platelets, though, I’m a healthy girl! We’ll know more next week I guess. In the meantime I have to take some pills and that’s not going so well. I can’t help but clench my teeth when Foster Mom wants to give me one. She’s tried putting it in my food or in cheese or in peanut butter but I’m too smart for her, I guess. She must have given up.

On the bright side, I get a little piece of hot dog in the morning and at night and I LOVE hot dogs!

Other than that, there’s no news to report. I just like to hang out with Foster Mom. When she gets home from going somewhere or even when she comes in from the yard, I get SO excited. I whine a little and I goose her relentlessly. She doesn’t mind wet nose prints on her backside, though, and she pets me as I follow her around the house.

More next week when we hear from the vet.