Quick recap; Four years ago, the morning following our return from the cottage we rented near North Bay, Oscar lost the use of his back legs. He required surgery to have a disc in his back filed down. Told that the success rate is about 90%, we proceeded. After a few weeks of rehab (ever walk a dog with his ass in a sling? Instant conversation-starter!) he recovered the ability to walk and all seemed fine.
Shortly upon our return from the same cottage this year, damned if he didn't start showing similar signs. It reached its worst point the evening that we returned from our first visit to our place. He could walk, but was wobbly, and he'd get the shakes. He was clearly uncomfortable. We made a bad call; we brought him with us to Kingston and back twice, and one those trips was in a U-Haul van (so not the smoothest ride). Factor in the drive to the cottage from home and back and that's a lot of road in the space of about 48 hours.
We have since "refreshed" one type of liquid medicine that he was taking, thinking it may have expired and become useless. The vet suggested an additional pain-killer and keeping Oscar still as much as possible.
We adjusted our routine accordingly and the little guy is perking up nicely now. He no longer gets the shakes unless he's being carried or needs to bake brownies, if you know what I mean. He's getting a bounce in his step again. The arrow seems to be pointing up.
So no cottage for him this weekend. Christine will take Nanny there on Saturday, probably just for the day, to show her the place before her big move while the boys stay home.
Sounds like about 11 straight hours of football while Oscar chills. I...can live with that.
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