BRIGHT EYED AND BUSHY TAILED
Thursday, November 20th, 2008
Our dear dog, Desi, has had a rough year but you wouldn’t know it from this picture taken week before last, on the last day of her radiation treatments. She has a benign but aggressive tumor around her spinal cord and we had some pretty dismal days in October. Prednisone, a steroid, got her walking again (she couldn’t stand up) and we don’t know if the radiation worked but hopefully the treatments did something. Best case: shrink the tumor a lot. Next best case: stop the growth. Third best case: the treatment would improve the nerves around the area.
With some trepidation, we opted for radiation and waited for the side effects: tiredness, loss of appetite, an oozing sore at the site. And she had NONE. They are calling her the miracle baby at the fabulous animal cancer center in Culver City, CA. (The last time she came home, she was covered in lipstick from the ladies who work there.)
This picture was taken by her friend KIrsten. When I was in Calgary, Frank had a function to attend and Kirsten volunteered to dogsit for a few hours. Now let me say, Desi is a very independent dog, not a lap dog. She never sits by my side and lets me pet her endlessly. But she does have a girlie-girl streak, which especially comes out when our son’s girlfriend, Ania, visits. She won’t leave Ania’s side and my favorite memory was of the two of them sun-bathing side-by-side in the backyard a few years ago.
Kirsten took her home, but do I see a Victoria’s Secret bag in the back? Did the girls make a stop along the way? They rented some chick-flicks, ate pizza and caesar salad, which apparently Desi loved. She sat next to Kirsten on the couch and got petted all evening.
Does this dog look sick?
Under the harness is the spot where they shaved her for the treatment and then marked the target with green magic marker. It’s sort of like a tattoo. That fur will probably not grow back but I can already see the fur around it coming down to cover it a little.
Anyway, we bought her some time … or rather bought us some time to enjoy the best dog I’ve ever known. Even if we don’t do girlie-girl things together. (Actually, I think she sees me as “the mom” and not “the friend.” )


















