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A New Start

2013 has proven to be almost more than we can handle. Between family health issues, busy working situations, and life in general, we haven’t had a spare moment to update you on Scout and Zoey. But now we’re past (hopefully) the craziness, and it’s time for a recap!

Last Saturday, we moved. I know, again. But this time is the last time for a very long time. Very. We don’t necessarily believe in “forever” homes, but this would be something like that. A home to grow into, however that may be. We’ll call it a “forever-ish” home. This is it.

Getting here has been harder than we anticipated, and it’s left B and me both physically and emotionally exhausted. Scout and Zoey have been real champs though. Through packing and relocating, we’ve been worried about how the girls would handle it, especially Zoey. Move-in day was last Saturday, and we waited until that morning to put Zoey in her carrier and bring her to the new house. In every single previous transportation experience, Zoey has emptied her bowels in the carrier within the first three minutes. The stench. You guys. It’s way too powerful, and horrible, to drive with a cat sitting in urine and waste in a cat carrier that’s in your lap. We started to put towels in the carrier to absorb the urine and help get us to the vet’s office. We minimized the reasons to take Zoey out of the house—ever. (Dr. C is always a champ about it. They clean her up when we get there and do their best with her. Gotta love a great vet.)

So we were understandably terrified of transporting her to the new home, but we did our best to keep these emotions in lock down on Saturday morning. We believe that pets (and kids, for that matter) feed off of their parents’ energy, so I tried to keep my apprehension under control as I coaxed Zoey out from under our bed and then gently fed her into the carrier. She immediately tensed up as her head neared the carrier, but she let me put her in it without trouble. Then we high-tailed it out the door.

On the way, she cried a few times, but nothing like the howls of agony we were waiting for. And no bowel movements! Zoey was truly remarkable and held it together better than she has ever done before. We got her settled in the bathroom at the new house, closed the door, and left her to acclimate while we hustled around with the movers.

For her part, Scout spent the majority of the day in her crate so that she wouldn’t be under the movers’ feet as they unloaded. It wasn’t fun for her, and we could tell that she was stressed and wanted to be with us exploring this new place. But that wasn’t in the cards until the movers left.

Scout has surprised us with this transition. Normally it’s Zoey who is stressed and anxious about changes, but this time, Scout has had the harder time. Zoey was almost bubbly when we let her out of the bathroom into the rest of the house, following us around downstairs, sunning herself in the dining room, and rubbing on the carpet. We’ve been in awe of Zoey’s relaxed personality these past two days, totally outside her normal demeanor in these situations. Scout, normally our bubbly personality, has been the opposite: stressed and concerned. She spent the majority of yesterday following us around with worry lines across her forehead as we unpacked, until she finally fell asleep out of exhaustion.

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We’re sure that as our routine falls back into place Scout will acclimate to this new environment. In the meantime, we’ve tried to settle her in by keeping the same breakfast and dinner routine, the same house rules, and lots of love and attention. This new home has a few areas that we’re excited about for the girls, namely a screened-in porch and a big backyard, so there will be lots for them to enjoy as we settle in to a new home.

Scout Springs a Leak, and We Try to Fix It

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Incontinence Update:

We didn’t last long after my first update regarding Scout’s new adventure with incontinence. By Thursday evening (last week), Scout had had another two accidents. So, after reading a bit more, we decided to give Nutri-Vet’s Bladder Control chewables a shot. We picked them up at PetsMart and gave Scout one that very night. She had a small accident last Friday (maybe the size of a quarter?), and since then, KNOCK ON WOOD, she’s been accident free. Here’s hoping that this works for a while. The towels aren’t coming off of the couch just yet, but we did manage to make it a few days without doing additional laundry.

Note: We did not start Scout on the full dosage that the bottle states, which would be two chewables for her body weight. We figured we’d see how long we can go on one chewables before upping it. What do we have to lose? We also realize that this solution may not last forever, but we’re okay with that. Scout seems okay on these chewables and doesn’t have any signs of increased energy or hyperactivity (side-effects according to what we read). As long as it’s working without any ill effects, we’ll keep at it.

The Day to Day

Not quite a week has gone by since we last took Scout to the vet’s for incontinence. Within that time, she’s had three accidents.

The first accident happened the day after her visit to see Dr. C, last Friday. It was a fairly sizable “dribble,” as we’ve taken to calling them. Sizable and unlucky, as her rump was conveniently situated off of the towel we had draped over the couch cushion. Oops. We stripped off the cushion cover and threw it into the wash. Then we sat down and made a game plan.

We are planning people. Give us enough time and paper (or an Excel spreadsheet), and B and I will have your life planned in no time flat. Seriously. If there was a career for making Excel spreadsheets and over-thinking things, we’d be rich. So rich. But instead we spend our time over-thinking our own lives and leaving everyone else to think about their own. Possibly better, for them at least.

The first thing we did was to start a calendar to monitors these dribbles. Nothing fancy, just a little mark on my cell phone calendar for every time Scout dribbles. By yesterday, it was at three, one for every day she’d dribbled: Friday (a puddle the size of the bottom of a coffee mug), Saturday (a smaller puddle), and Sunday (a little dribble the size of a nickle that we actually saw happen).

I should probably explain that last little bit, the part where we saw it. Yes, I mean we actually were looking at our dog’s downstairs at the exact moment that she, technically speaking, wet herself. It helps when your dog sleeps on the couch like this:

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From time to time, B and I will pause what we’re doing and assess the dribble situation. “Are we good?” we say to Scout as we glance at her privates. (All vanity has been lost. We are officially Parents, examining our pet-child’s anatomy with the gaze of attuned doctors gauging the outcome of a completed procedure.) She watches us watch her with a look on her face that is not entirely dishonest: “You guys are nuts.”

But our paranoia is not unwarranted. In the case of Sunday’s accident, the smallest of the weekend, we were able to catch it mid-dribble and take Scout outside to empty her bladder sans couch, the way we’d prefer it. Our method now is pretty finely tuned. We have two old towels folded in half and stacked atop one another spread across the couch cushions. No matter where she lays, there are two layers of absorption between her and the cushions. As long as she doesn’t empty her bladder completely, which it doesn’t appear she will (she does have bladder control, just not 100%. I’d gauge it at 90-95%), the towels are sufficient to catch whatever she might unknowingly spill. Then, we throw them in the wash and wa-la! Good as new. If company comes over, the couch can be dribble- and towel-free in seconds.

The other thing we did was to decide on a plan. At the end of this week, we’re going to assess how many accidents Scout has had and the severity. (Was it a little piddle or Niagara Falls?) Then we’ll decide whether we need to pursue giving her something to help assist those delicate uterine walls. If we decide to give her something, we’re going to try the homeopathic route before medication. A number of people on forums we found online have recommended various herbs and natural remedies that we’d explore first, and then switch to medication if Scout doesn’t respond.

But that’s ahead of where we are now. Where we are now is that yesterday was accident free. We’re hoping that today ends accident free too. At week’s end, we’ll see where we are and report back.

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*Some of you may be wondering why we don’t just make Scout not get on the couch rather than wash our cushions three days in a row. We talked about that, but quite honestly, other than a short list of things (peanut butter, fetch, water…B and me), the couch is one of Scout’s true loves. Really. We noticed an immediate change in how happy she was to sit with us “like a person” at night while we watch TV. There is real joy there that we don’t want to deny her because of something she has 100% no awareness of and would be mortified of if she ever realized it. At this point, these accidents aren’t tragic enough that they’re staining the couch or smelling, so we’re not going to make her give up the heaven that is the couch. That could change as the situation changes, but right now, that’s the verdict.

The Good News

Scout and Dr. C had their best visit yet last night. This was entirely because Scout’s ears weren’t the topic of discussion (and poking and prodding) for once. Scout knows the vet’s office just by the parking lot. She’s a regular, remember. So she knew enough to be nervous when we arrived.

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The vet tech took her into the back to do a urine analysis, and B and I listened as another vet tech walked by and their conversation drifted down the hall.

“Who’s this?”

“Scout.”

“Scout’s a girl?”

“Yeah…”

“I didn’t know ‘Scout’ was a girl’s name.”

B and I exchanged a glance. Doesn’t anyone read To Kill a Mockingbird anymore?

Anyway, Scout’s urine analysis came back negative, so she does not have a UTI or bladder infection. Hooray! That left incontinence. Dr. C explained that the weakening of uterine wall muscles doesn’t have to happen in old age. It’s a risk at any age after a female dog is spayed. Scout’s risk is greater because her anatomy is a little wonky down there, which we knew. He did say that, in hindsight, we could have let Scout go through one heat cycle, which may have lessened her risk for incontinence, but there was no guarantee.

Because Scout is not having moments of incontinence regularly—say, once a week or so—we decided to hold off on starting any medications. We’re going to monitor the frequency of things, and if she starts to have more accidents on a regular basis, then we’ll look at medicating her. (Ugh. I do NOT want to do this.) Until then, we’ll keep an eye on things, but at least we now know that it’s not being caused by an infection of some sort. All in all, good news!

Dogs and Accidents

The subtitle to this post is: “When Your Dogs Pees on the Couch. Twice.” Now your interest is piqued, right?

Sometimes, something happens in your life, and you brush it off. You think, this is an isolated event, and I’m going to consider it as such and not really think much of it after this. Until the day that something else happens, and suddenly that event you brushed off doesn’t seem so arbitrary. Like a sneeze turning into a cold, but in this case, less mucousy.

A while ago, so long ago that I can’t remember exactly when or even if it was summer or winter, Scout had an accident on the couch. It was an odd event, because she was sound asleep and when she rose to leave the sofa cushions, we noticed a pool of wetness underneath her. At the time, we though, “Weird! Our perfectly house-trained dog just wet herself in her sleep!” We threw the cushion in the washer and moved on, forgiving her for what was very obviously an innocent mistake.

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Months went by. We hadn’t thought a thing of this occurrence. In the meantime, we’ve dealt with Scout’s eating of our books and frat party, so it’s not as if she’s been a perfect gem and we haven’t been fretting over her. But health matters, those seemed to be a bit calmer (assuming, as we have, that her recent bouts of misbehavior are linked to boredom and not something health related). After spending a good deal of money to straighten out her troublesome ears and their infections, we were enjoying not seeing Dr. C on a regular schedule.

Yesterday afternoon, our little family of four was stuck inside when we wanted to be out. It was rainy and cold, but there was college basketball aplenty on the TV, so we sat on the couch and waited for UNC to play. Sometime before that happened, Scout rose from the couch for one reason or another, and that’s when we saw it. A little pool of wetness underneath where her bottom had been (which just so happened to be the area where two cushions met, so there were two cushions that were damp). We picked up the cushions and sniffed. Yep, urine.

How? Well, I suppose that’s not the right question. We know how. But why? Scout hadn’t asked to go out—in fact, she’d been asleep just moments before. She was watching us remove the cushions with a look on her face like, “It’s gonna be harder to sit on the couch without those fluffy things on it, but I’ll try.” It was obvious that she had unknowingly just dribbled on the couch. We stuck the cushions in the washing machine, let her out (where she promptly peed and came back in), and continued to watch the game from the floor.

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Three hours later, UNC had lost miserably and B and I had put together a consolation dinner for ourselves. While we ate, Scout claimed the remaining single cushion on the couch for a nice long nap in preparation for bedtime. (Life’s rough.) But when B asked her to move after dinner—you know, so that he could sit on the last dry cushion—she rose and revealed for a third time a pool of dampness beneath her. She’d peed on the entire sofa over the course of about three hours. With a bathroom break in between.

We started another load of laundry, and consulted Google.

The search results were mixed on this topic, but there were some common threads: urinary tract infections, bladder infections, and incontinence. Though incontinence is something normally associated with elderly dogs, young dogs can experience it, apparently. It has something to do with the fact that after the dog is spayed, which Scout was, there are less hormones in their bodies, hormones that otherwise help to regulate the muscles in the uterine area. Thus, your dog can end up having weak muscles, and accidents. In other words, they don’t realize that they’re peeing, and they aren’t meaning to.

So, we’ve made an appointment to see Dr. C. At this point, I don’t know which of these options would be better. Perhaps it’s none of them and something different entirely. We’ll have to wait and see.

Scout Gets a Taste for Literature

As our friends and family know, B and I are big book people. We love to read and to collect books. That being said, it should come as no surprise that we have lots of bookshelves in our home, and these shelves are filled with lots of books. Loads of them. Some less loaded than others, after today.

After The Great Rice Incident, we kept Scout crated while we weren’t home. It’s been a few weeks since then, and Scout has been behaving, so we wanted to ease her back into freedom while we weren’t home. This weekend, we moved her crate into our guest room, but instead of putting Scout in the crate when we went out for groceries, we put her in the guest room with the door closed. We scanned the room before we left. “Okay, there’s absolutely nothing edible in this room,” we declared. The only things in the room are a fold-out sleeper sofa and three bookshelves. That’s it. Unbeknownst to us, that doesn’t mean there’s nothing edible in there. But Scout did fine. She didn’t touch a thing. She got lots of praise, and we ended the weekend feeling happy that we’d found a way to give her a bit more freedom without compromising our rice stocks.

This was before today, before we learned that Scout had adopted our love of the written word—just in a slightly different way. B came home today and found this.

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That’s right. That’s our guest room at this very moment. The floor is quite literally covered with the books that used to be on that bookshelf to the right.

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So while I clean this mess up and B attempts not to make a pelt out of Scout’s hide, let’s examine Scout’s growing taste in literature, shall we?

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The first tragic (and I mean that) victim I came across was actually not a book at all, but a gift from my dear friend L, the remains of what used to be a candle holder made out of magazine spines. This piece is all that survived, L. :(

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Next up, book two from the series The Hunger Games, Catching Fire. Scout especially loved The Hunger Games. Irony Point #1.

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And then, book three of The Hunger Games.

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Followed quickly by book one.

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This one, which Scout also enjoyed, is The God of Small Things, who was apparently not present in our guest room today, as Scout had a great time ripping the spine clean off this one.

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Some books just got a good taste before Scout moved on. A little hard to get through, perhaps?

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Joyce Carol Oates must have been too much to stomach too, because Scout was content just tearing up the cover on this one.

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Then there was B’s book Falling Angels. This was a sentimental favorite of B’s. Scout loved it too. At least for the first 38 pages.

But lo and behold, there were some books that went untouched. A few rare gems that Scout left not only in tact, but still on the bookshelf. Wouldn’t you know, Mr. Cesar Millan fell into that category. Irony Point #2.

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Funny, he didn’t have a chapter on How To Teach Your Dog Not to Eat Your Books. We apparently could have used it.

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Madeline L’Engle got a taste too, though Scout must have skipped right to the end of A Wrinkle in Time.

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She was only interested in the male lead in One Day. Funny, so was everyone else in that book.

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And like Cesar Millan, the top shelf of the bookcase holds our last touch of irony: The Book Thief was not stolen by our book thief.

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All told, we now have a nice pile of books to decide what to do with. If they’re in good enough shape, we’ll donate them. If not, we’ll recycle them.

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Above: the trash heap

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So I leave you with this, our untouched bookshelves that stood by and watched their comrades in arms head to the slaughter. When B asked Scout if she’d been a good girl today, she wagged her tail and said, “Yes, yes!” instead of her usual guilty face. When I asked her, she sat down and looked at me like this:

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And that’s what happened the day Scout got a taste for books.