Hanging with Mr. Gypsy

Mr. Gypsy at the dairy farm yesterday, 03/29/2013.

Mr. Gypsy at the dairy farm yesterday, 03/29/2013.

Mr. Gypsy gave me a good scare this past Thursday morning.  When I woke up for work I did what I normally do, ask Gypsy if he wants to use the bathroom and he tends to always respond the same, – with an excited, happy, shrill yelp!  This past Thursday morning he didn’t do that, though.  Instead, he slowly got to his feet and I could tell that he was in pain.  Immediately, fear overtakes me.  “What’s wrong, Mr. Gypsy?” screams through my mind!

Gypsy turned 11 years old this past January.  And, every time a dog reaches this age you know that any little thing can be the beginning of a very big thing that eventually will take down our beloved best friend.  I am so not ready to part with Mr. Gypsy!  He’s one of the best things that ever happened in my life and I want him around a lot longer.  I know that’s selfish and I don’t care.  I love this little dog so much!

Any way, I reluctantly went to work but at 11:00 am I rush back home and check on him.  Gypsy is in worse shape.  He barely walks and it’s quite obvious that for him to walk is a painful experience.  That did it.  Immediately, I am on the phone with my vet and they schedule me in at 2:30 pm.  I email my boss & explain the situation and he tells me to just take care of Gypsy.  So, off we went to the vet.  At the vet a fecal sample is taken and a very unpleasant rectal exam ensues.  Poor little guy!  I know that the vet is just doing his job but one look at Gypsy’s discomfort and I just want to slug that vet in the face.  I chill, though, and let the vet do his nasty thing.  The result?  Apparently, Gypsy’s prostate is swollen which is unusual because when a dog is neutered his prostate usually shrinks.  My mind is thinking prostate cancer and the vet says that is a possibility.  He also states that it could be a bacterial infection.  The vet prescribes some antibiotics and an anti-inflammatory and off we went $220.00 poorer.

Gypsy’s appetite has not diminished in any way whatsoever and his weight has not decreased since his last visit.  These are good signs the vet had told me before I left but he still seemed concerned and said that if the medication doesn’t do anything Gypsy should have an mri to determine what’s going on in his prostate.

Back at home, I hide the medicine in Gypsy’s food.  I feed him that Neuman’s Own organic canned food – 1 can a day mixed with a little dry food which he just loves!  Gypsy devours the food in no time never seeming to notice something alien in his food.  Gypsy is ordered to take the antibiotics and anti-inflammatory twice a day every 12 hours.

I took this video today as we were preparing for our daily walk. He definitely seems to be doing much better! Thank you, Lord! 🙂

Friday morning, Gypsy seems to be doing markedly better.  He gets up in the morning with me and when I say, “do you want to go to the bathroom?” he immediately lets out a loud shrill, happy yelp and runs off to the back door!  I almost jump for joy!  I let him go to the backyard and ten minutes later he’s back in.  I give him his next dosage of meds and head off to work.  At 11:15 am, I leave work and immediately come home to check on Gypsy.  Gypsy meets me at the front door excitedly, shaken his booty happily.  I am overjoyed and thank God loudly!  My vet calls me a couple of hours later and he is happy at the news but we agree to touch base again on Monday regarding Gypsy’s condition.

Mr. Gypsy and Lyza the cat eyeballing el turtle

Mr. Gypsy and Lyza the cat eyeballing el turtle

Well, today is Saturday and Gypsy is truly back to normal.  He explored the backyard as I tended to the fish pond.  He found a nice warm, sunny spot in the yard and laid down and rolled over on his back and began twisting and turning.  He seemed to be in cloud 9.  So, I went back inside to clean up around the house.  Twenty minutes later I go check on Gypsy and notice that he’s almost under some bushes and appears to be chewing on something.  “What is he chewing on?” I wonder as I walk to him.  That little rat is chewing on the shell of a box turtle!  I was like, “what are you doing buddy?!” and take the turtle from him.  The turtle is completely closed in it’s shell.  I don’t blame it!  I bring Gypsy inside but not before taking some pictures.  Fifteen minutes later, I go to the backyard with him and we both look for the turtle.  It’s gone apparently.  That’s good, I think to myself.  That means it’s still alive.  I like turtles and would of been bothered if Gypsy was to become a turtle murderer.

Mr. Gypsy still thinking that turtle should be in his belly

Mr. Gypsy still thinking that turtle should be in his belly

Within a few minutes, though, Gypsy has located the turtle and it is indeed alive!  The turtle has walked about 50 feet from where I left it and before it closed itself off in it’s shell again it allows me to take a few pictures.  I look at Gypsy and say, “okay Gypsy, leave the turtle alone.”  I go back inside the house with Gypsy following me.  It’s such a pleasant day outside that I leave the back door open – Big Mistake!  Twenty minutes after I had gone inside I look for Gypsy but he’s no where inside the house.  I go to the yard and where is he?  He is with the turtle again, gnawing on it’s shell.  I am like, “dude, don’t I feed you well?”  Gypsy just wags his nub of a tail.  I bring him back in and give him a treat which he devours.

Turtle is okay as you can see

Turtle is okay as you can see

So, what’s the deal?  Gypsy is doing very well and that makes me very happy but, I’m keeping an eye on him and he will continue on his meds until he’s through with them.  I love this little guy and hope he is in the clear because I want him around for a long time!  Selfish of me or not, I don’t care.  He is my bestest buddy.

I’ll keep an eye on him to ensure he is truly doing well and, to make sure he leaves turtles alone, especially, my new bud that leaves in the backyard.  I’ll keep you all posted on the adventures of Mr. Gypsy.  Uhm, excuse me, but Mr. Gypsy who is under the table as I write this has just farted very loudly and it’s quite smelly.  I think it’s time for us to take our daily walk.

peace,

dh

03/30/2013

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