Boy have I been Sick

I have had a very rough summer. I waas born with inflammatory bowel disease and it kicked up big time in May. I have been to the doctor more times than I chased butterflies. Finally, last week, a doggie specialist came to my house to meet my mom and I. Her name is Kelly, and I really liked her. She explained to me and mom that I am very nervous, and this makes my colitis worse. I was given some new things to help me stay calm so I can gwt better. First, I now have a new THUNDER COAT that mom puts on me when I feel scared or sick. It is soft and a grey color, when mom puts it on me it is really snug and keeps me warm. I fall asleep almost right away. Now I also wear a pheramone collar. I don't really like it because I never have worn a collar before, so I keep trying to take it off, I roll all over the floor to get it off, but it doesn't work, it's still on, but I do feel calmer. Mom also uses a clicky thing and gives me treats after I hear the click. This is my favorite new thing. The last new thing, and I really don't like it is a strap that goes over my little nose and under my little chin. I really tried to wiggle out of that one but just couldn't do it. Thank goodness mom doesn't like it either so I won't have to deal with that one anymore. My dad also bought me 2 new fleecey tee shirts that I really really like they keep me nice and toasty. So as of today with all these new things I feel calm, and I don't have to bark so much, my tummy feels good to. So all and all things are looking up. It's now my bedtime, I will write more soon.......

in sick bay again

Well it has been a tough 3 plus years for me health wise. I was born with inflammatory disease and every summer I seem to get really really sick. I am a frequent patient at my vet's and area animal hospital. I have not been feeling well since June and my mother who can usually get me back on my feet, has not been successful, so here I am once again on a high dose of Prednisone, and feeling somewhat better. I am not to thrilled about having the cold weather coming around again. My mother has ordered me some clothes that will help keep me warm and make me feel more secure. It was my doctor's recomendation. I can't be on prednison much longer, as I have been on it most of my little life. A new treatment my parents are going to try, is have a dog therapist come and visit me. She is coming on Thursday. I hope I don't scare her , I bark a lot at new or strange people. Any way here are a few pics of me in sick bay, or on sick bay couch. Enough with the camera mom........

The Little house in the Big house

This is my little blue house that I slept in as a baby. My parents kept it between their pillows and I slept in there when I was really really small. I don't fit in it anymore so now I sleep in the bed with my parents, mostly right next to my mother, I like to cuddle and stay warm under the blankets.

Me as a baby

These are pics of me as a baby, as you can see I slept a lot. I weighed 2.5 pounds. I went everywhere with my parents because I was so small no one noticed me.

Father comes home

I met my father later that same day after he got out of work. There I was sleeping peacefully wrapped up in that wonderful soft green blanket on my new mother's shoulder. My new father came in lifted the blaket up and fell in love with me on the spot. My father has a louder voice than my mother, and I was afraid of him at first, then he took me and I fell asleep on his shoulder and once again all was good in my world.

My name is Honey Bear, and I am considered a toy Chihuahua. 

I live in Agawam with my parents, Karen and Lloyd. I was born on February 2, 2008, in Statesville, North Carolina. My birth parents were Pistol Pete and A Bit O Brandy.

 

I first met my adopted mother on April 5, 2008. You see I had travelled by car in a box with my two brothers and a bigger dog who was also taking the  ride up north in search of adoption. It was a long scary ride, my brothers and I mostly cried and slept. We arrived in Massachusetts around 2am. I was introduced to a woman and  her pups.
My brothers and I were promptly given a bath, and then we fell asleep. In the morning, 2 women came and took away my two brothers. Now what's to become of little me. Neither woman wanted me, and I was worried. I had no birth parents anymore was I going to be an orphan(whatever that is).  It was shortly after lunch that a lady came in. There was a lot of talking, I was hiding behind the rocking chair. The the woman knelt down and said "come here Honey" I liked the sound of her voice, so I slowly went to her. She picked me up, I was so small I fit in the palm of her hand. She smelled wonderful, she was so gentle. She held me while the woman continued talking, all the time I was thinking please don't put me down, please take me home with you, I was so afraid because no one else wanted me. Then the horror of horrors, I got sick and vomited on her. She laughed this wonderful sound, holding me tighter, she went to the sink and washed off her jacket. Then the best thing happened, she asked me if I wanted to go home with her. I wanted to fly I was so happy, and as we were leaving I could see she was a little teary, so I though surely she must love me and will take me to my forever home, but I was astill scared. It was a tough ride home, I vomited 2 more times and cried constantly, I was in a little crate and I wanted to be with her. We arrived home 20 minutes later> She has this wonderfully soft green blanket, she wrapped me in it and I fell into a wonderful deep sleep,sleep I badly needed and I dreamed sweeet dreams of her and my future.