Merry Christmas!

We have to admit we have neglected this blog lately, but those of you who follow Eddie on Facebook will know that we recently added another dog to our family - a lovely, little red girl named Ruby.

 

Sadly, we once again almost lost our dear poodle boy. His disease (Myasthenia Gravis) struck with renewed strength some weeks ago, and Edward was so sick that we were almost certain this was it. However, thanks to an extremely high dose of medicine he managed to cling to life. Unfortunately, he can not live with such a high dose for a long time, so unless the disease goes into remission, things are looking bleak.

 

Therefore, it is with both joy and melancholy we will be celebrating Christmas with Edward this year, To have him with us still is our best Christmas present, and we are grateful for every day we get to spend with him.

 

We wish everyone a lovely Christmas and a happy new year!

A medical update

Yesterday’s endoscopy revealed that Edward’s stomach had improved very slightly from the acid burns. Perhaps the anti-acid medication has helped a little. However, as he still keeps vomiting, the vet started to suspect that the acid burn may not be from ingested acid as we thought at first, but from his stomach acid. A dog's stomach has large amounts of extremely strong acid, with a pH level between 1 and 2. (pH7=neutral)

Acid from the stomach should not be able to enter the oesophagus because the oesophageal sphincter (the muscular ring at the lower end of the oesophagus) is normally closed except for when food is passing. In Edward’s case however, the sphincter was actually wide open all the time, causing the acid to flow freely from the stomach into the oesophagus. This is apparently an extremely rare condition, and MAY be caused by an anti-immune syndrome. The vet performed a test and took samples which have been sent off to Germany, where they have facilities to confirm this diagnosis. We will not get the result for another week. What will happen if it is confirmed, we still don’t know.

In the meantime we hope Edward will continue to fight for his life. His condition is very bad now. He has lost almost a quarter of his body weight and he was a skinny dog to begin with. He is weak and exhausted. Still, despite his pain and discomfort, he seems to find some joy in spending time with us, not to mention his chickens.

Yesterday we managed to persuade him to eat a tiny amount of food - hamburger meat, a few pieces of chicken and some cheese. Maybe a few teaspoons full all in all. The good news is that he managed to keep it down. We held him in a vertical position for about an hour afterwards, so as to help gravity keeping both the acid and the food in the stomach long enough to at least start digesting.

Edward’s Dad built a makeshift ramp for him to lie on in the bedroom, tilted just enough to make the juices run downwards. He actually went to sleep there and we all got some rest until 5 o’clock this morning, when the drooling and heaving started again. Mum took him outside for a long walk. Not far, just around the neighbourhood. We walked slowly around and around for two hours, enjoying the sunrise and the beginning of a beautiful sunny day. We let the chickens out and watched the sheep eat their breakfast in the forest behind the house.

Now Edward is resting again, before we’ll go back to the clinic for his daily IV drip.

Edward will have his chance

Just a few words from me on this early morning.

 I just can’t believe how much attention Edward’s illness has attracted. I just saw somebody refer to it as a social media soap opera. It really makes you reflect on the power of Facebook.

 I want to thank all of you again for all your kindness. So many have written me lovely personal messages. However, there have also been plenty of concerned people urging me to be sensible and let Edward be released from his trials. I have answered some, but I can’t keep up.

So just let me say that nothing could be further from the truth than that I ignore his agony and keep him alive for my own sake. I have discussed this with my husband and we have decided that we will let him go when we must. Yesterday I actually called the vet to have it done but he advised against it, saying that we should try further treatment because there is still a chance of recovery.

Still, I didn’t sleep one minute tonight. I was next to Edward watching over him, ready to do whatever needed doing. Now, he will spend the day at the clinic while I will try and get some sleep.

There are two vets treating Edward and his breeder/vet has also been involved all along, so we have both second and third opinions and we choose to trust them. They are the ones with the education and experience, so the moment they say it is time to give up will be the moment when we say goodbye.

Not before.

Very serious

Dear all of you that follow Edward on Facebook. We have had some very bad news today, I’m afraid.

Edward had an endoscopic examination today that revealed the cause of his illness. Somehow he must have ingested some sort of acid and it has eaten away on his oesophagus and stomach. There is, unfortunately, nothing that can be done. He is still alive and the vet thinks we should give him a few days to see if it can possibly heal on its own. However, his chances are not good and he is in pain and discomfort, so we are facing a very hard decision.

Since painkillers will irritate and upset the stomach even more, he can’t have that. He is on IV-drip to fight dehydration and I try to give him anti-acid medicine but he can’t keep it down.

My husband is away but has fortunately managed to change his flight, so he will be here with us tomorrow afternoon. I am glad that Eddie will get to see his oh-so-beloved Dad again.

I am completely overwhelmed by all the kind and concerned messages you have sent him on Facebook. We are not believers ourselves but I am deeply, deeply touched that some of you remember him in your prayers.

As you can imagine, all we do now is cry bitter tears. I keep close to Edward all the time and do what little I can to make him as comfortable as possible. I will try and keep you posted if there is any news but I hope you will understand if I can’t manage.

Thank you again for all your kind thoughts.

Sick

This weekend has not been a pleasant one. Although Edward has really been his usual happy self, he has drooled something terrible over the past few days and dry heaved violently from time to time. Such things have happened before, but it has always stopped after a while. Now, however, it only got worse, and of course it had to happen on a Sunday evening when everything is closed.
Our regular vet does not have an X-ray machine, so she couldn’t help us. We called the vets on duty, but they were all so busy with lambing that no one had time for us. Besides, they thought we could wait until Monday morning, as Edward did not show signs of being sick apart from the drooling. We had examined his stomach which felt soft and normal, so we knew that we weren’t dealing with bloat - thankfully. He was also able to eat and poop as normal.

So, this morning we headed off to the clinic, where Edward was examined. He was given a sedative injection, which really didn't knock him out completely before we had come home again. We waited for it to take effect in the waiting room where there were several other dogs. Edward was very interested in a blond, pretty bitch, but as any drunk will tell you, it's really not easy to charm the ladies when you are not able to stand on your feet properly.
The vet first checked that Edward didn’t have something stuck in his throat. We were quite worried that he had swallowed something that was stuck somewhere in his stomach, so that he would need an operation. But fortunately, the X-ray showed that there was nothing hiding in the depths of his intestines.
The vet thought that it would have to be gastritis and gave Edward an injection of antibiotics. We also got a prescription for tablets.

It is good to have a soft pillow to rest your head on when you're sick.

Back home again, he spent a few hours in bed, but when he heard us out in the chicken run, his fear of missing out on something fun made him so strong that he managed to get on his feet and stumble to the door where he whined to let us know he wanted to join us. Usually, he is not allowed into the chicken coop, because he plays so rough but since he was so feeble we took the chance. It didn’t take long for him to recover enough to want to chase thechickens.

Drooling something terrible.

The rest of the day, he has mostly dozed in the shade. He is drooling profusely, so it's clear that something is wrong. He also whines a bit so he obviously doesn’t feel well. This is not pleasant at all. Tomorrow I’ll stay home from work to see how he is doing, because I don’t want him to be alone when he is like this.
We’ll cross our fingers that this will soon be over and that he will soon get well again.

In times of trouble

Fur Change

Much has been said lately on Facebook, where Edward has been allowed to rant on about his on-going hunger strike and his frustration with excessive grooming and lack of good food. I thought perhaps it was high time for Mum to say a few words about the situation.

First of all, thank you so much for all your kind and good advice, which we have greatly appreciated. Much of it has been very useful to us. Also thank you for all the lovely and funny comments that have given us many a good laugh.

We must of course admit that our lack of experience as dog owners is a handicap to us. We have never owned a dog before, let alone a poodle, but we are firm believers in reading and preparing for all situations, and the number of dog books and dog sites that were combed for information is considerable. So we felt relatively confident when we got Edward. However, these know-it-alls don’t say much about what to do when things don’t go according to plan, do they? “Is the dog a fussy eater? Just be firm, no dog will starve itself.” Oh, really?

And do you know, in all the poodle books we have read, there hasn’t been a single mention of the fur change. Not one! The first we heard about it was at a poodle show, where a woman told us all about the trials she and her 15 months old male had just been through. Everybody else we had spoken to had just told us what a joy it was to have a dog that doesn’t shed.

So here we are in the middle of it. It started just before Christmas, and I am reliably informed it will take around three months. Edward has never been a great fan of grooming, but he has put up with it quite patiently, as he does with his weekly shower. He doesn’t enjoy it, but he seems to have a philosophical attitude towards it. Now however, it’s a struggle, both for us and him.

A proper grooming table is on our wish-list. However, this workbench solution isn’t as bad as it looks. Edward can stand on it quite comfortably but not turn around, which keeps him from moving too much. When we dry him after his bath, he is lying on a towel on the kitchen table.

We have found that a daily brushing is absolutely necessary, and it takes about an hour to get most of the mats out. After much trial and error, we have found that a metal comb is the best instrument for breaking up the mats. We brush him first with a pin brush, and let me say – the gold pin brush from Chris Christensen has been a godsend. It is just so comfortable and effective, and even Edward appears to enjoy it. We spray on diluted conditioner to make the hair more manageable, but to be honest I don’t think it makes much difference. I have heard about a product called Ice on Ice, which is supposed to be very effective, but it isn’t sold here in Norway. However, Edward’s grandparents will bring some over from England when they come to visit us for Easter.

We use DeZynaDogMagic Formula 1st Aid Shampoo, which is supposed to be ideal for coat changing, and follow it up with DeZynaDog Magic Formula Sculpture Rinse.

We then use the metal comb. I have found that a slicing motion cuts through the mats a lot more effectively than normal combing. I try to get a firm grip on Edward’s skin, so that the pulling won’t hurt him too much, but he still finds it very uncomfortable of course. Finally we go through the fur with a rake to remove anything that the comb has loosened. We did try to use a slicker brush, but it just wasn’t doing any good. Something I found strange, because that was highly effective on the cats we used to have before.

The amount of dead fur that comes out is just unbelievable. We save it to see how much it will be in the end, and so far we have a carrier bag full.

So why put Edward through all this stress? Why not just shave him and get it over and done with? Well, we have considered that, but first of all, we found out that short fur mats too. Edward’s sister Frida has very short fur, but when she came to visit us to use our clippers, we found that although her fur felt soft and lovely, we couldn’t get the clippers through it because of the dense matting.

Secondly, Edward has shown some promise as a show dog, and we would like to try a little more to see how well he can do. Edward seems to enjoy being shown quite a lot. He gets loads of attention, and it is a great way to socialise a dog, teaching him how to behave around judges, onlookers and other dogs.

I guess we show our inexperience again by letting Edward behave as an outdoor dog, even if we have show-aspirations. Perhaps this whole grooming business would be a lot easier if we kept him mostly indoors and only allowed very controlled exercise at places where he couldn’t get dirty. However, we see the joy he gets from roaming around in the garden, jumping in the sea and generally behaving as a dog should, and we don’t want to take that away from him.

Now, as to the matter of eating or rather the lack thereof… I think I’ll have to tackle that topic tomorrow or this blog post will become far too long.  

Happy New Year!

Or as we say in our house: Lang May Yer Lum Reek!

The neighbours have been shooting up fireworks all evening. Edward goes to the window to see what's going on, but he doesn't seem afraid. Let's hope it will go well at midnight.

Merry Christmas!

William is here

Yesterday our son William came home for Christmas. Edward had not seen him since he was a tiny puppy, so we wondered if he would recognize him. We think he did, for he was more hyper than we've ever seen him.
Edward heard the car coming, and took up his usual place by the window in the hall, where he has a full view of everything that's happening. When he saw William, he began to whinge and wail, while his tail wagged frantically. He could not stand still, but ran around himself in circles.
When William came in, Edward suddenly became a little scared. A big young man who threw himself around his neck was almost too much of a good thing, so he piddled a little bit on the floor.
Finally they both calmed down, and we had a quiet evening around the coffee table, where Edward showed off all of his tricks, hoping to get some bites of "smultring".
For the remainder of the evening, Hubby and I were apparently reduced to a part of the furniture. Edward took no notice of us at all, but followed William like a shadow wherever he went.
It will be very nice for him to have a brother and friend around at Christmas.

Christmas Preparations

We really look forward to our first Christmas with Edward in the house. He will probably be the one with the most presents under the tree this year. If he continues to be good, of course ...

Sometimes you get these very funny situations with dogs, and you almost wonder if they understand what you say. That happened one day when Edward was running aroud and playing wildly in the kitchen. He wasn't well behaved at all, I'm afraid. "What are you going to say to Santa, Eddie?" I asked. "When he comes and asks if you have been a good boy." He skidded to a halt and sat down abruptly. His back was so upright he almost tilted backwards. And then he gently gave me his paw. Aww, wouldn't that melt a mother's heart? We got a good laugh too.

Obviously, Edward will have to get his own Christmas stocking, and Husfruen has challenged her knitting skills, and actually managed to produce a sock - with his name and all. It will be filled with dog treats and hung on the mantel piece.

Edward has also discovered another of Christmas' pleasures - baking! Our Norwegian version of donuts proved to be a real hit. I think they might even challenge bacon pancakes as his favorite food.

Ladders and luck

Hello everyone,

I hope there are still some readers out there who drop by every once in a while, even though I have been terribly bad at blogging lately. Those of you who follow Edward on Facebook, will have seen that a few things have happened in his life. I hope to put out some more news soon. For now, here is today's story.

It all began when Hubby and Husfruen climbed onto the garage roof to do some maintenance work.

Edward, who is terrified of missing out on anything that happens, wanted to join us. He stood in the garden, looking up, whinging and whining, while wishing desperately that he could fly.

He realized he had to climb the ladder to come up, but that isn’t easy for those among us with four legs and paws.

However, Edward decided to give it a go.

It didn’t go well, to say the least. Suddenly the ladder started sliding sideways and with a huge crash it fell over, knocking loose a drainpipe on the way. Whoops!

Edward wasn’t the only one who jumped sky high. There we were, caught on the garage roof, with no possibility of getting down, except for jumping. Bad luck, indeed.

It can’t be denied that a few colourful phrases were shouted in Edward’s direction.

He on the other hand, sat at attention, doing his best to look totally innocent and unconcerned, but it was pretty obvious that he knew he was in trouble.

Fortunately, our neighbour was out working in her garden too, so we managed to call for help. She got a good laugh at our expense.

- What do you say, Eddie? Shall we let them down? She asked Edward, who wagged his tail with an apologetic grin.

So, it all ended well, and Edward escaped scolding yet again. Good luck for us all.

However, we learned a lesson: If you are climbing ladders, make sure the dog is securely tied on a leash on the other side of the house. Edward hopefully learned that ladders are not for dogs.

Unless you are Fatty Arbuckle’s dog, of course. Now, there was a dog that mastered the art of ladder climbing.

Starry eyes

It's been a long while since the last time we blogged, so I thought it was high time to post a picture of our favourite poodle boy.

 Who can resist such gorgeous eyes? Not us, that's for sure.

Have a nice Sunday!

Fourth Best in Show

After we went to a Poodle Show last Saturday, we were inspired, so when we suddenly found out that there was going to be a show at the local kennel club today, we decided to show Edward. Obviously, we had no hope of winning anything, after all, he has had no show training whatsoever. We just thought it might be fun, and it would be interesting to hear what a judge's assessment of him.

- DON'T TOUCH MY FEET, I don't like that.

Edward had a thorough bath and blow dry yesterday, as well as getting his face and paws trimmed. Something he really hates. I don't know if he is ticklish or what, but he doesn't like us touching his paws at all, so using the clippers on them freaks him out. Tough, but it has to be done, and he is simply going to have to get used to it.

FLUFF BALL. - Are you sure I don't look too girly being fluffed up like this?

This morning we gave him a final brushing before we set off. As you can see, we are total amateurs. We don't have a fancy grooming table or combs or anything. We just put him on the kitchen table and use a normal hairbrush. In time I'm sure we'll acquire all sorts of grooming equipment, but for now we'll get by with what we have.

HELLOOO. - Doesn't anybody want to play with me?

We knew it was going to be an outdoor show, so we had brought warm jackets, comfortable camping chairs and a thermos full of hot tea. All of which we were glad to have as the rather cold autumn day progressed.
Edward always gets very excited when there are children and other dogs around, so he found it very difficult to understand why he couldn't run around and play with them. What's more, everybody was busy with their own dogs, so he got very little attention from people at all, which made him sulk a little.

LUCKY DOG. - I want a little pink girl too.

Edward was very jealous of this American Spaniel who had a little girl to walk around and play with.

FINALLY, a friendly dog who will spend a few moments with me.

When Hubby was walking Edward around the ground so that he could stretch his legs a bit, he talked to a woman with a huge mixed breed dog, mainly Rottweiler. She went on and on about how good and disciplined it was, but suddenly it attacked poor Eddie and bit him. Not seriously, but it was probably painful. Without going in to detail, let's just say that one of Edward's gonads looks a bit worse for wear. We'll have to watch that, in case it gets infected.

FASTER! I want to run.

As we had expected, Edward didn't perform all that well in the ring. Walking to heel is something he hasn't mastered yet. He is always in a hurry, no matter what direction we are going, and pulls hard on his lead. We had been out yesterday and bought him a brand new show lead, but that didn't help much.

HEY! What's going on over there?

Edward's greatest fear is missing out on something that's going on, so keeping him focused is very difficult. He always has an eye out for anything that might be happening elsewhere. It was the same today. There was so much to look at, that his attention was all over the place, instead of on what he was supposed to be doing in the ring.

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? - Who is this lady touching me all over?

Edward, who is usually thrilled to bits when meeting new people and will willingly submit to be petted by anyone, was for some reason a bit apprehensive about letting the judge examine him. However, he stood still and let her do her business.

WAITING for the judgement. - What does she think of me?

While waiting as the judge looked at all the other dogs, Eddie finally found his focus. He self-stacked beautifully and stood there so quiet and nice, but alas, the judge wasn't looking then.

BORING. - She is taking her time about it, isn't she?

This is what the judge had to say about Edward:

• Elegant movements
• Nice expression
• Good chest
• Needs more body mass
• Good angles
• Good ears
• Correct bite
• Nice lines

A PRIZE! Did I win something?

Since he was the only standard poodle that was being shown today, it was no great surprise that Edward won Best of Breed. Not a real victory then, but for us it was just fun to get a prize.

LOOKING POISED. - This little trifle? Oh, it was nothing really. 

Naturally we had to take a photo on this proud occasion, and Edward suddenly looked very regal wearing his red and gold prize.

For a few seconds anyway...

I WON, I WON, I WON, I WON!!!!!!!

Well, we though that was it. So you can imagine our surprise when we were called back for he Best in Show award, and even more so when Edward was picked out to be in the top four.

A REAL PRIZE. - I am recognized for my beauty at last.

He ended up at number four. The judge said he was a great representative for his breed, but he didn't perform well enough in the ring to get higher up. She would have liked to have seen him show off his attributes better.
We're not disappointed at all. If we can get to fourth place without training, then we have potential. Now we have a better idea of what to work with, so it's up to us to make an effort.

PROUD. - This is what I won today. I think I'll take that cup to bed with me. 

So now we're home and Eddie's back on the kitchen table with his winnings. Two prizes, a towel, four kilos of the best puppy food and a shiny little trophy.
It was a big day for Edward, and it was clear to see that he enjoyed all the commotion. Now he is totally crashed on the rug in front of the fireplace, sleeping blissfully and dreaming noisily. Probably about winning the BIS sometime in the future.