Another week passes by ...

Mona finished a round of chemo yesterday. She had no side effects, thus far. She did lose another half pound, but the vet says that isn't a concern. The plan is for a week of rest and then she starts oral treatment. In four weeks, she returns for injectable chemo and we see what happens.

Her appetite was good today. She had green beans and kibble for breakfast, a kong with roast beef and cream cheese for her midday snack and then kibble with yogurt for her supper. I gave her a forbidden processed stuffed treat this evening.

I also discovered a down side to the veggies when I went out to give the yard a very overdue scoop ... nothing says fun like a yard full of undigested lima beans and carrot shreds. Wet. Ewww. I got about 2/3 of the way through the yard when I had to just quit. I'm hoping it all freezes quickly tomorrow. Anything would be an improvement.

So, we are back to our usual routine. Lots of love, good food and more love.

A little down, a little up

Mona began vomiting this morning around 6 AM and continued into the morning. She wasn't vomiting violently and she did not have the dry heaves. I spoke with her local vet and the oncology specialist. They had me restart her anti-naseau meds with some pepcid thrown in for good measure. No food until tomorrow morning.

She thoughtfully puked onto various pieces of her bedding which was easy to clean up. ;-)

She vomited only one time further after receiving the meds - no sign of the pills in the vomit so I'm fairly sure enough time had passed for her to absorb them. Other than a few blades of grass, she hasn't consumer anything else.

The remainder of the day passed quietly. She slept on her bed. We went out for a few hours this afternoon and came home to find her snoozing on the sofa. No sign of vomit. She did manage to snag Ledcat's lunch bag and lick clean a clean dish. That was helpful. Her energy level was a bit back up to speed. We had to deceive her when it was time to give the boys their dinner -- she thought it was special Mona-belly-rub time.

Tonight, she seems fine. She did break through three baby gates so we are unsure if she consumed any cat food. As she has not vomited, we aren't fretting about it too much. Her bedding is freshly laundered and ready ... for bed.

Tomorrow, we'll start her on some boiled chicken and take it from there.

The vet told me her bloodwork is great and she's still in remission. I think this was just a blip. I hope.

A little up, a little down

Today was another round of chemo. I dropped her off around 8:40 and discovered she has lost a pound since last week. :-( She tolerated chemo well, but only ate half of her treats. I was very late picking her up due to work and she didn't get home until after 6 PM. On the ride home, she was more chipper than last week and took a few licks of her Kong.

Tonight, she's been pretty okay. More animated than usual after chemo. She ate her entire dinner, but she's had gas and been barking to be let out every 40 minutes or so. It is very funny when she farts because she surprises herself and looks at her ass quizzically. It is very cold and wet - Mona's two least favorite climate characteristics - so our thought tonight is to lay down puppy pads in the bathroom for everyone's peace of mind.

The boys are good tonight. They polished off her chemo Kong and enjoyed dinner. Both think she's nuts to keep going outside so frequently and much prefer to snooze in front of the coffee table. Xander will give her a commiserating escort to the back door, but Deus just rolls over.

We hung out tonight to keep her company. I am tired so that was a good choice. Today at work my colleagues asked about her which is really nice. I'm surprised more people don't think I'm crazy for spending all the $$ on a dog.

I wonder what George Foreman thinks?

Mona 1, George Foreman 0

Earlier in the week, I came home to find that Mona had kidnapped the George Foreman grill from the kitchen counter and tried to bury it in her dog bed. After chewing up the corner.

I am not making this up. I almost had a heart attack when I found it ... my first thought being that she had hurt herself. My second thought (once I found her safe and sound under the table) was that she had hurt the floor. The floor was safe and sound.

What I don't understand is why she chewed on the actual grill and not the little plastic dish. It was neatly set aside on the dog bed. She has never pulled something off the counter like this (except for the odd loaf of bread), certainly never an appliance.

Thank god she doesn't like coffee.