So, the little beast is clearly feeling better. Pip is a mad dog, with eyes that widen to show her whites when she goes on the alert or is hunting mayhem for us. Lately, she's been doing that a lot.
Last week one day, I arrived home. Opening the front door, I went into the lounge. There on the floor was a single disembodied foot belonging to a bird. Surrounding the foot were maybe a dozen feathers and a few drops of blood. Pip looked happy, and her stomach was just so slightly distended. We never did manage to find any of the rest of it, so I'm pretty sure where it went.
Two days later, I was at work when I received a call from my husband. He was in the backyard and had just witnessed Pip pull a magpie out of the air and kill it, after stalking it carefully. He thought it was a young one. The rest of the group of maggies decided to attack Pip, swooping her viciously. James watched Pip, surrounded by magpies swooping, leaping in joy. She clearly thought this feast on the wing was the BEST THING EVER. Ever since, the maggies swoop her whenever she heads down the back. She greatly enjoys this.
Today, I decided to do a straw bale garden, since eventually we want to build nice raised beds, the soil in our backyard is TERRIBLE (clay mixed with building rubble and rocks), and all my money keeps getting spent on buying fruit trees and plants. Anyway, we went to the local fodder shop and got some pea straw. Then hubby and I decided to go for a drive in search of some horse poo, which a lot of locals bag up and sell on the side of the road for a couple bucks a bag. We soon found one, and got a few nice big bags to get the straw bales going. Upon heading home, we emptied the poo on our straw bales before rain drove us inside.
Pip decided that horse poo is DELICIOUS. Instead of rolling in it and maybe eating a little bit like a normal dog, she decided to have a feast, before heading inside to sleep on the couch for a couple of hours in a food coma. So here I was, just chilling out when I see Pip jump off the couch and promptly vomit up her meal of horse poo, and then attempt to eat the vomit.
Luckily for me, I have a very patient husband who cleaned up the mess, even if he did accuse me of trolling him. As a fairly new person to dog ownership, he hadn't realized that dogs like to eat things like poo so it all came as a bit of a shock to him!
I think we should possibly fence the straw bales. Sigh. Although, if we fence our veggie patch, we could potentially justify getting a pet goat. Hmm.
Pips health is improving, as evidenced by her increasing appetite for mayhem and decreasing appetite for dog food. Her ears are still icky, but we've been able to finish up her exclusion diet, having seen no difference to her vasculitis symptoms as a result of changing her food. She is on two medications - Prednisolone and Pentoxifylline. She is still getting side effects from the prednisolone, so we've been slowly reducing her dose. She's now only having 1mg every second day! The Pentoxifylline is much better tolerated an seems to be making enough of a difference that we can keep her in a holding pattern in terms of symptoms, and if we manage that, we're very happy. The stem cell therapy option is still there, but the vet is feeling more hopeful than she has in months that we might not need it. But who knows, we'll see in a month. Pips illness isn't something that's going to quickly go away. We're likely to be battling it for the rest of her life. Right now though, we seem to be ahead in the battle, so woo!