|Margot wearing Lexie's old Yoda costume!|
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
|My disasterous photography studio|
So, what does this mean for poor Margot? Well, first and foremost, she’s OKAY. Dogs with vWD lead perfectly normal lives, and their condition only becomes an issue whenever they require any type of surgery or have some type of injury with moderate to severe bleeding. For example, Margot received her first wound when she was around 8 or 9 weeks-old, which was a small scrape to her nose that bled just enough to create a little scab. Obviously, having vWD was not an issue in that case. However, now that we know that Margot has this clotting disorder, before she is spayed she will need to be pre-treated with a certain drug prior to her surgery that will build up her clotting factors, and there is another medication that the Dr. Ellis will order to have on-hand during Margot’s surgery that will help stop the bleeding if it becomes an issue. Had I not had Margot tested for von Willebrand prior to getting her spayed, we probably would have found out the hard way, and perhaps even too late, that she had this disease.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
|Snuggling with Sam in her new fleece.|
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Margot turned 17 weeks-old yesterday, but unfortunately the only thing I have to report is that she STILL isn’t housebroken. Up until now, I wasn’t very concerned because I kept telling myself, “She’s still rather young to fully be housebroken,” but I think I’ve finally reached the point of frustration over this.
|It's definitely snuggle weather!|
|After a long day at the dog park.|
|Play date with Elsea!|
|Oh, just getting buried at the dog park.|
|Margot's a fan of the fireplace. :)|
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
I have so much to talk about this past weekend! It started when Margot had a vet appointment on Saturday. The office was packed that morning, so we ended up having to wait for about an hour. While we were waiting, I think Margot made her first boyfriend, a little Jack Russell mix named Max. Max’s owner and I were sitting directly across from each other in the waiting room, and Margot and Max kept meeting in the middle to sniff each other . Margot really didn’t know what to think if Max at first because she was so much bigger than him, and he kept trying to play with her the same way she usually plays with Sam. Once she got over the size difference, though, and started playing with him, it was neat to watch how gentle she was with this smaller dog. Since Sam is so much bigger than her, Margot is used to full-on romping on top of Sam and playing with all her might. With Max, however, Margot made sure not to swat him too hard whenever she’d paw at him, and she never even tried to romp on him. Unfortunately, Max started to “fall in love” with Margot a little bit, if you catch my drift, and his owner and I decided that Margot and Max should take a little break from playtime.