A Quick Pup-Date

Last week, the very nice compounding pharmacy with whom I envision us developing a long-term relationship delivered to our door a little bottle of magic. I call it magic because after just two little drops Meg has been back to herself. Less drinking, less peeing, and much less human frustration. I'm thinking the diabetes insipidus diagnosis was right on (and it kind of makes me laugh, because that was the first thing our vet said in August when the problem first started. It was only when it reemerged that she thought Cushing's might be a factor. All we can guess with the intermittancy of the problem at the start is that it was the very beginning of the failure and her body tried to stave it off, but ultimately could not.)

The eye drops themselves don't seem to be an issue, which is amazing with little Meggie. Normally if you call her and ask her to sit, unless you've also rustled the treat bag, she will run and cower in a corner, coming out only with much coaxing and "good girl"ing. But with the eye drops, we just tell her that it's time for her eye drop and she pretty much comes into the kitchen, sits patiently. She doesn't crane her head away or shake or quiver, it's like she knows that this is good for her - and who knows, maybe she does.

What thrills me to the tips of my toes is that she seems to be drinking less (much less - much more along the lines of what a puppy her weight should be drinking) and the peeing in the house? That's stopped too! (Goes along with the whole drinking less thing, I imagine, but it's just wonderful.) And Meg is thrilled too, you can tell. We've always had a little game when we get home of "seeing if you were good" where we go look around at the house to make sure there were no accidents. Usually you can tell if there's a problem because they just won't go into the basement but will instead stand at the top of the stairs and flatten their little ears and hang their little heads. But now, you say "Should we see if you were good" and they both tear downstairs and stand at the bottom of the steps doing their patented swirls of joy. Which is, of course, followed by much adoration and loving on of the puppies.

We're just grateful that we got a diagnosis so quickly and that it appears to be right and that the pup herself is doing well.