For those of you who have been around for years now, you’ll remember that Bud isn’t really my dog. Bud is actually my dad’s dog. We rescued Bud from Dad’s house because he was getting into bigtime trouble with a neighbor who was threatening Buddy’s life.
Bud is also the one who was getting into trouble with me when he first came to live with us. Because that’s what happens when you do things like chew up: my purse, my really good bra, my favorite quilt, a few pillows and swallow my wedding ring. But that was years ago. He’s been forgiven and promises me he will never, ever chew up my things again.
Other than that, Bud’s a really good boy! Oh, yes he is!
Over these last couple of years, unfortunately, Bud’s acquired an itch.
When I say an “itch” what I really mean is that his entire back and backside has become inflamed. He might as well be in HELL! This is a torturous itch (what itch isn’t), and we’ve not been able to alleviate it with anti-itch vitamins, shampoos and, of course, scratching him in all of his itchy places. We’ve seen his itch go from mild to a raging inferno. Last week he couldn’t seem to stop scratching and chewing on himself. Now that we are officially into temps that feel upwards of 110 degrees with the heat and humidity, that’s only exacerbated the problem.
Some dogs live to play. Bud, at this point in his life, lives to have his back scratched. Constantly. And when we don’t oblige him — well, let’s just say that he’s gotten a little too intimate with our sofa. Sorry, y’all, no sound on this. Actually Bud makes a horrendous noise that y’all truly don’t want to hear, anyway!
Unfortunately, Bud’s sessions with the sofa were becoming longer and longer and more frequent. Even more disturbing is when he gets between someone’s legs and does this to the chair they are sitting in. I’m not saying that what Bud’s doing is illegal, exactly; even though it looks like it — but if this were the 17th century, the person sitting in the chair would probably be burned as a witch because it would look very much like the person was having an affair with his or her familiar!
Nobody wants the appearance of that even in modern times!
At the vet’s office — after going through how Bud’s itch was escalating in severity and how neither fleas nor ticks were the cause (as was initially suggested to us) — that he probably had bad allergies — the vet saw with her own eyes just how red and irritated his skin actually was. Finally, she prescribed meds for him. I was hoping for the biologic Cytopoint, which is an injection and is supposed to last for about eight weeks. The vet said she’d never heard of Cytopoint.
How is it that I’ve heard of Cytopoint and she, the vet, hasn’t? *sigh*
While I don’t know the answer to that, the good news is the vet’s providing Bud with Apoquel, which is not a biologic, but is still expensive as shit. I imagine Cytopoint is as well, but now we (which really means me) have to give Bud meds on a daily basis instead of getting him an injection once every two months.
And let me tell you, I get injections for hives and asthma every month. I understand exactly where Bud’s coming from when it comes to itching. You just want the misery to STOP! My Xolair shots have been life-changing for me. I was hoping that I’d eventually be able to taper off of them, but my doctor now believes I’ll have to be on them the rest of my life. *sigh*
This is not about me, though.
This is about Bud and what this means is — Bud, the very smart dog, gets to have treats in which I hide this big-assed horse pill — at least until he figures out what I’m doing and starts distrusting anything I give him. Until then, we’ll count this small blessing of Apoquel as a win.
It’s only been a few days, but we’ve already noticed that Buddy itches considerably less. Perhaps, by the time he refuses to take his meds come hell or highwater, the vet will have discovered Cytopoint; and we can transition him over to that. I imagine that Bud will also have to be on anti-itch meds for the rest of his life.
Why is it that we always manage to get the expensive diva animals who simply started out life as mutts?
Anyway, over the next week, Bud gets two pills a day and then one every twenty-four hours after that.
Lauren — thank God for our daughter! — is helping us out in so many ways, including paying for Bud’s vet and meds, which was expensive as — well, you know.
So how did our Bud repay such kindness and generosity?
By chewing up Lauren’s undies, of course.
Alas, Bud is back to where he started — in TROUBLE.
I told Lauren that Bud just thinks he’s helping her start her own Frederick’s of Hollywood line of underwear.
She said she has no idea what Frederick’s of Hollywood is. After seeing the expression on my face, though, she said she doesn’t want to know either.
Because she’s a good girl. Oh, yes she is!
Hope everyone is having a great and itch-free start to their summer!
- Do you have diva animals like we do in our household? How so?
- Any tips on giving a finicky dog pills to swallow?
- What’s your favorite summertime song that makes it feel like summer to you?
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