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I know I make very little public, but for those of you who are still members of pet snark communities (aka minteckers, jllndxn, etc.) has my dog been featured yet? If he has then I have a friends leak.
For the record Prince is doing GREAT. My mother took him off the steroids which have been controlling his eczema and put him on Piriton instead. Piriton is the strongest antihistamine available over-the-counter, but in prescription doses works as a sleeping aide. (Not on me, obviously). Prince has really come back to himself, without his steroids. He has chewed all the hair off his tail, but the freaky lumps and bumps of several colours on his neck are fading. Also when my mother puts Cribbox on his backside he stops biting it.
Cribbox is actually a paste formulated for horses, that tastes foul - it's to discourage horses from crib biting. That would take too long to explain to non-horsey people. But I had a crib biter when I was a teenager, and we have had the cribbox since. And it works so well on our Prince.
Last time I was home we were trying our best to improve his health in some way to avoid the inevitable having him put to sleep. Now I realise my parents are struggling with the old Prince, who slips out of his collar and runs away, steals food for the table, breaks into bedrooms at night; and damn, we don't scold him when he does that, we rejoice.
We thought he was going to die, but no. I think we'll find ways to keep him going a lot longer.
This means a lot to us. We wont hesitate to put him to sleep when he needs it, but we want to see him live longer and prosper. He was my grandmother's dog. Then she died and he became, along with the canine carpet Marney, my uncle's dog. Then my uncle died. So we have him. My grandad doesn't really like dogs, nor cats, but he tolerates Prince, and Cat, my grandmothers animals who we now own. Prince brought him a bone one day - grandad yelled to us that Prince was eating a bone on the living room rug. He actually wasn't - he was just showing it to Grandad. Prince still recognises him as somebody connected to his first owners and still honours him above any of us.
For the record Prince is doing GREAT. My mother took him off the steroids which have been controlling his eczema and put him on Piriton instead. Piriton is the strongest antihistamine available over-the-counter, but in prescription doses works as a sleeping aide. (Not on me, obviously). Prince has really come back to himself, without his steroids. He has chewed all the hair off his tail, but the freaky lumps and bumps of several colours on his neck are fading. Also when my mother puts Cribbox on his backside he stops biting it.
Cribbox is actually a paste formulated for horses, that tastes foul - it's to discourage horses from crib biting. That would take too long to explain to non-horsey people. But I had a crib biter when I was a teenager, and we have had the cribbox since. And it works so well on our Prince.
Last time I was home we were trying our best to improve his health in some way to avoid the inevitable having him put to sleep. Now I realise my parents are struggling with the old Prince, who slips out of his collar and runs away, steals food for the table, breaks into bedrooms at night; and damn, we don't scold him when he does that, we rejoice.
We thought he was going to die, but no. I think we'll find ways to keep him going a lot longer.
This means a lot to us. We wont hesitate to put him to sleep when he needs it, but we want to see him live longer and prosper. He was my grandmother's dog. Then she died and he became, along with the canine carpet Marney, my uncle's dog. Then my uncle died. So we have him. My grandad doesn't really like dogs, nor cats, but he tolerates Prince, and Cat, my grandmothers animals who we now own. Prince brought him a bone one day - grandad yelled to us that Prince was eating a bone on the living room rug. He actually wasn't - he was just showing it to Grandad. Prince still recognises him as somebody connected to his first owners and still honours him above any of us.