I've blogged about the experience we had when we first came across the little guy. He basically went right through somebody to come and greet us when we first visited the shelter. "There was something about Buddy", we said back then. One thing led to another, and we ended up bringing the little guy into our home last August.
After we got him home, we found him to be a little different than we expected. I would say he was either On or Off. When he was On, he was tearing around as you'd expect a puppy to tear around. When he was Off, he was powered down and very low energy. We thought it was maybe because he hadn't had the best start in life. Now that he was living with us, he was getting the food he needed to finally get growing, and all that growing would take a lot of energy. We were wrong.
Buddy was battling bladder infections from the first weeks that we brought him home. We were lucky to catch this and get him to the vet for treatment. He would go onto antibiotics for a couple weeks and would seem to do OK while he was on them. He still wasn't a dynamo, but he'd spend less time "Off" and a little more time "On". Then the antibiotics would finish up and he'd be fine. For a couple days.
Then he'd get sick again. And then again. The poor little guy went through five rounds of antibiotics for his bladder infection. Different meds, different durations, and each time we thought that this time would do it. He'd do OK while he was on the meds and for a couple days after they ran out, and then he'd get sick again.
His fifth round of meds wrapped up while I was off traveling on business and, as per usual, he seemed to be doing OK. Then he got sick one night. Really sick. My Lovely Wife stayed up with him all night and rushed him into the vet the next day. The news was not good. Based on their initial look at him, they thought he might be in either liver failure or kidney failure. My wife was girding herself for having to make a terribly difficult decision with me a few thousand miles away, and with the loss of our last dog Abby still weighing on her mind.
But we caught a break. The blood tests came back and what they discovered was the infection in his bladder had moved on to his prostate. They hadn't looked for this previously because prostate infections happen in six year old dogs, not six month old dogs. Buddy was the youngest by far of any dog they had seen with this problem. It was the astute observations of Buddy's behavior that my wife relayed on to the vet that caused them to look down this road. The vet told her that Buddy wouldn't have made it if it were not for her.
Now prostate infections are nasty bastards. The wall of the prostate is very thick, and it is difficult for the drugs to work their way in there. The course of treatment the vet called up would be 12 weeks long, with medication given twice a day. This treatment ended a month ago. When it did, we held our breath and waited to see if the infection would come back. My Lovely Wife watched him like a hawk.
Days passed. Then weeks. And now a month, with no sign of the infection reappearing. Buddy is now "On" pretty much all the time. He has tons of energy. He is strong. He tears through the house. He runs everywhere, blasting through deep snow like a plow.
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An interesting side note in Buddy's time with us here was that, besides not knowing when his birthday was, we didn't know his breed either. I mean, we had no clue as to what his breed was. Many people saw German Shepard in him. Some saw Rottweiler. A few people guessed Alaskan Malmute. I hate not knowing stuff, so we got all CSI-like and had his DNA analyzed by DNA My Dog. For $50, you too can have a cheek swab from your dog analyzed. What we got back was...
- Level 2 Golden Retriever (?!?!?)
- Level 3 Siberian Husky
Level 1 would indicated a purebred and we knew for sure he wasn't that. The Siberian Husky made a lot of sense to me (his massive forelegs should have been a dead giveaway) but the Golden Retriever didn't seem to add up. Then a few months went by and golden-colored bits of hair started to show up around his eyes, legs, and tail. Looks like they were right on after all.
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But where we really seem to be lucking out is his temperament. He seems to be quite a good natured little guy and will capture your heart if you give him half a chance. He has also been incredibly well behaved as a puppy. You hear horror stories from people with a new puppy that have their furniture torn apart. The worst we've suffered is Buddy chewing a bit of a hole into the heel of a slipper. He's had pretty much the run of the house whether we are home or not since he's been around eight months old, and has never made a mess in the house except when he was sick. His crate sits downstairs unused and empty.
This is a story that certainly could have gone another way. Could have but didn't. We seem to have a healthy, happy, and well-behaved puppy on our hands. That's what we had last time around with Abby too, and she turned out to be the best dog that we could have possibly hoped for. Hopefully lightning strikes twice.