March 13th, 2018
It was time. No more delays on my part. I grabbed the necessary equipment to fix the horrific wounds on not one but, two patients. Bailey`s twin stuffies required immediate attention or they were not going to survive another vigorous shake from our sweetness. I decided to tackle the task while Bailey was out for a business stroll. One of the bear stuffies had just been laundered. The other one had just spent the last hour being sucked on and licked by Bailey. I decided to start with the dry one. The stuffies have been her go to toy since they were picked up at a garage sale. They were unused and unclaimed until Bailey got a hold of them. Buying two identical bears allowed us to clean one while the other was kept under Bailey`s watchful eye. Since that time, Bailey always has her Stuffie nearby. It is her constant companion in the house. The house rule is that Stuffie must remain inside where Bailey can always find it. As soon as she is given the okay to go into the living room, Bailey retrieves her Stuffie from the toy basket that stores her other neglected toys. For Bailey, it has always been about Stuffie. If it is important to Bailey then the mangled bear is worth fixing.
And this is how I find myself trying to sew using a blanket stitch. A long time ago, I learned that sewing was not my talent. I spent 3 years in 4-H Home Arts followed by 2 years of Home Economics. My mother tried her best to cultivate my sewing skills with minimal success. It must skip a generation because my sons excel in the area given their Home Economics marks. I used to select thread to match Stuffie`s fur – not any more. Both stuffies sport Frankenstein-like stitches that cover their bodies. They are testament to my lack of skill. But, Bailey doesn`t seem to mind in the least bit. Another repair session was underway when our girl returned home and a quick poke in her basket revealed no Stuffie. She looked baffled until her eyes caught the treasured bear in my lap. Bailey approached and tugged gently at one of the bear`s dangling paws. The operation was in progress so releasing the patient for further abuse was out of the question. Bailey would have to wait. She did. Our girl sat down in front of me with eyes glued on the bear. Talk about being under pressure. The repairs looked ugly but, I hoped they would hold up to the tender mercy of our girl`s affections. With a quick toss, Bailey leapt into action. The bear was given a quick shake by Bailey`s mighty jaws before she settled down to run her tongue over its entire body. My break was over as I had a second patient who needed immediate attention.
March 8th, 2018
Should we be rejoicing now that Bailey has eaten two meals per day for the last two days? After days of no eating followed by a few nibbles of the new kibble, I think our stubborn girl has finally relented for good. It is not because she’s particularly fond of the kibble. I find it frustrating to have her turn away from this new upscale food at $100 for a 22 pound bag. According to the pet store owner, dogs can’t get enough of it. Our girl was certainly able to say “Nope”. The hunger pains after numerous skipped meals must have tipped the scale. Our sweetness is eating it.
The two of us compromised to get to this point. I began placing two bits of kibble in her mouth. Then, she was prevented from spitting it out. Each of us determined to outlast the other. Bailey folded when the kibble became soggy and released its flavour. The swallowed bits gave me hope. I advanced to the next step of my plan. I grabbed eight kibble pieces and held them in my hand. Bailey sniffed and then with one slobbery swipe, they were gone. I took another handful of kibble and positioned my hand over top of her food dish. She moved cautiously forward before removing the kibble chunks and coating my hand with more slobber. Normally, I would never think of hand feeding my dog. Who wants to do that for the rest of the dog’s life? Desperation calls for trying something different. I removed my hand from the food dish. Bailey magically began eating. I tried this technique one more time before she was willing to just eat the kibble from the dish without any help from me. Eating times have changed. Bailey prefers to eat after her midday hike and then again, when she returns from the dinner hour walk. I am not thrilled with chowing down kibble after exercise. Bailey doesn’t seem to be bothered by the new meal time. Now, it is my time to compromise.
This new limited diet will continue for the next 5 weeks to address possible food allergies. Bailey’s paws are slightly improved after being taken off her old kibble last week. The ear infection is another thing. The bacteria are still present in both ears but the right one is much worse. The vet scheduled a culture sample to be taken on Monday morning to determine what antibiotic will kill them. Monday will be our fourth vet visit in less than a month. It seems like we are bleeding out money at a quick rate. Culture samples are done as a last result here in our remote Labrador community because they must be flown out for processing. Cold weather creates transportation difficulties and makes the service more expensive. Yet, our love for Bailey means redirecting more money towards getting her healthy. Hopefully, this health crisis will be fixed in the near future. Until then, our sweetness will continue to soak up the extra massages that are needed to get the medication down her ear canals.
February 27th, 2018
Bailey’s follow-up vet appointment on Monday revealed that the bacterial ear infection had now become a multiple one and her paws had not improved. The prescribed medication still had to be administered and cleaning these areas nightly continued. I shaved the fur on the inside of her ears and paws to allow for better ventilation. The vet and I agreed that food allergies were the most likely causes. As a result, Bailey needed to be put on a diet of only grain-free kibble without any type of fowl as quickly as possible. Chicken and grain seemed to be to the culprits. Surprisingly, Bailey’s grain-free labelled food wasn’t. It had oat bran in it. I felt horrible that Bailey had been battling food allergy symptoms for the past few months and I was clueless. Thanks to information given to us by Bailey’s breeder, I learned of a possible kibble to try that other Newfs who were kin of Bailey had been put on with good success. I remained hopeful. The transitioning process began by reducing the old kibble and increasing the new kibble until she would be eating only the healthier food. Total time allotted for the transition was one week.
Bailey was introduced to the new kibble yesterday. Her reaction was not one of being impressed. Was it the shape or size? She took a sniff and then proceeded to lie down beside her bowl. The ironic thing is that Bailey is crazy about her wild Alaskan dried salmon strips (only 1 ingredient) and canned salmon. Her new kibble is completely fish-based. She is a Newfoundland dog whose ancestors were fed fish. How could she not want to eat it? Eventually, she was hungry enough to try. To my amazement, she managed to separate her old kibble from the new kibble. She reminded me of my son who would painstakingly pick out every piece of corn from his mixed vegetables. The older stuff was completely gone but, only a portion of the newer kibble was. Our girl did not want to give up the fowl. Or, was she thinking foul play?
Like it or not, Bailey needed to adapt to her new food regimen. Our options are very limited here. A raw diet is not practical given what we have to pay for meat at the one and only grocery store in a remote community. In fact, our family has been eating more vegetarian meals as of late. Last time I looked ground beef was going for $16 per kg. No one in the family has the stomach or the passion for hunting so, wild game is not an option. Our area only has one pet store that carries only one higher-end grain and fowl-free kibble product and it is fish-based. If we lived closer to a bigger centre then ordering on-line with a free shipping option might provide other kibble options. Sadly, Labrador is not a place to which free shipping applies. I did find out that the Northwest Territories and Inuvik do qualify. I would have thought that they were as remote as us. The thought of paying more for shipping than the actual kibble with its own hefty price is enough to drive me crazy. The best course of action is to wait Bailey out. Sooner or later, she will be hungry enough that it won’t matter. If tonight’s refusal to eat her dinner is any indication, it is going to be a long week. When Bailey saw that she was getting no plate or pot licks, it was time to sulk in the garage. Tomorrow is another day and I can be just as stubborn as my sweetness. Seeing her suffer with food allergies is motivation enough to make the necessary changes.
February 20th, 2018
Life has gotten a bit complicated for Bailey lately. My suspicions about a possible ear infection were confirmed last week. Both ears were affected by this bacterial infection. She had been experiencing discomfort with our nightly ear cleaning. Vet appointments are difficult to get with the recent staff shortage forcing us to wait a few weeks to have Bailey seen. Living in a remote northern community with only one vet clinic can be frustrating at times. In the meantime, her ears were becoming more sensitive until she cried if they were touched. I was relieved when she was finally examined. Besides her ears, I showed the vet that three of her paws were red on the undersides. Testing showed that Bailey had a bacterial infection there as well. Medication was prescribed and the vet demonstrated how to administer it. Bailey wasn’t too thrilled with the procedure. She shook her head as soon as possible launching much of the medication out of her ear and onto us. The solution was to place a cotton ball where her ear lobe narrows for a couple of minutes while her ear was massaged to move the medication further down the ear canal. Her feet required a 5 minute dip in a container filled with water and antibacterial soap. For a water dog, Bailey was even less thrilled about this new procedure.
She was fine with the nightly grooming but, displeased when the tray appeared. Bailey seemed to think that sitting wedged in the corner of our entry would prevent the paw dip from happening. Our girl was wrong. My husband held her in place so she couldn’t bolt while I lifted each paw, one at a time, into the tray. Fifteen minutes later and her paws dried, Bailey needed no encouragement to go to her blanket. Between ear cleaning and paw dipping, the nightly groom session had become much longer. Bailey’s ear antibiotic was given an hour later after the cleaning. It involved me holding her head while wearing a headlamp so my husband could see clearly to insert the syringe and direct the medication into the ear canal. I followed this step by placing a cotton ball in her ear before the ear massage would begin. My husband cleaned and refilled the syringe to do the other ear. The process was repeated again. Bailey did not appreciate all of this extra attention. Any delay on my part to get the cotton ball would result in a vigorously shaking of her head. Ear gunk and the meds would splatter on the sofa, wall and more often, us. Bailey was making it just as unpleasant for us as it was for her.
But, night after night, the three of us resigned ourselves to the procedure. The ears are improving which is a good sign. The paws are not. She goes back for a follow-up vet appointment next Monday. The vet had suggested that the underlying cause might be food allergies if these infections do not clear up. It would mean putting Bailey on a special kibble and nothing else – no treats or plate licks – to determine food sensitivities. Our sweetness loves food and is not likely to embrace this “special” diet for 2 months. But, a healthy Newfoundland dog is more important. The family will do what must be done to get her back to normal again.
February 6th, 2018
The family found themselves in the dark without power on Saturday night. It was to be our family night of watching the pilot episode of Deep Space Nine, part of the Star Trek World. Our boys had been too young to watch the series when it originally came out. They have grown up to become Science Fiction fans like their parents. We decided to give the entire 9 seasons in DVDs for Christmas to them. The plan was to spend our Saturday nights as a family watching a couple of episodes. Saturday was our first night and we were looking forward with anticipation to the experience. A dinner of appetizers was enjoyed earlier followed by taking Bailey out for her evening walk an hour before her normal time. We were showered and clad in fleecy sleepwear. Bailey was groomed and lying stretched out alongside the sofa as she performed her night time job of being a rug anchor.
Everyone else was comfortably settled in their staked out areas. The show began shortly before 7 o’clock. We were hooked that was until 30 minutes later. The worm hole suddenly appeared on the screen and suddenly everything went dark. Had we been sucked into a black hole? Nope! It was unplanned power outage – the last one was about 2 weeks ago on another movie night. Could the timing be any worse? Our area was under an extreme weather warning as the temperature dropped to -47 degrees Celsius that evening. One can’t help wondering if the power would return before the water pipes burst. Our house is always kept at 19 degrees Celsius for our gal’s comfort. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for the house to cool off. It’s always a concern when the power goes out during extreme cold weather periods.
The four of us were stunned for a moment before my youngest son sprang into action. He retrieved his flashlight (one of many that he owns) and then proceeded to get the Coleman lantern from the kitchen. I wisely bought one in the fall after years of numerous power failures. It was the third time being used. He had it on and our living space was lit up to allow the rest of us to move safely around Bailey. While we complained about the sad turn of events, Bailey remained unaffected. Her evening wasn’t ruined. She was still going to get her precious shut-eye and tummy rubs. I think she instinctively knew that more rubs were coming with our options being rather limited. My eldest son was soon stretched out beside her, trying to absorb a bit of her warmth as he stroked her fur. Life was treating our sweetness pretty well. For the next 2 hours, the power went on and off six times before everyone gave up and went to bed. Bailey didn’t seem to mind the unusually cooler house than normal. Power was finally restored before midnight and another family night was sabotaged as far as we were concerned. Bailey, on the other hand, thought it was a wonderful night of pampering.
January 30th, 2018
At the start of the weekend, three family members were taken down by a nasty flu bug. Activities planned had to be cancelled as we realized that this health crisis was not going to be a 24 hour thing. I still managed to get Bailey out for her early business session followed by a longer walk around 8:30 am. By the time that the two of us arrived back home, I was sapped of energy. Other family members had to step up to the plate for the remainder of Bailey’s outings – I wasn’t going anywhere. The sofa became my sacred place. The open concept floor plan meant I could easily bark out instructions for meals for those family members who still had the desire to eat. I only needed to wave my teacup for refills. With a sore throat and swollen glands, I drank a lot of tea and convinced my husband that cappuccino yogurt ice cream would do wonders for my achy throat. Bailey didn’t seem worried about exposing herself to my germs as she willingly licked my ice cream bowl. Given the possibility of future licks, she was content to lie alongside the sofa and keep me company.
Besides a sore throat, I was plagued with the typical flu symptoms. The most annoying was my runny nose. I could not stop the flow despite taking cold medication. It just kept coming. I stockpiled a clump of tissues in the pocket of my robe to deal with this unpleasantness. I awoke from napping on the sofa and realized my nose had become a leaky faucet again. I desperately needed a tissue or two. I struggled to get my arm under the blanket that was tightly wrapped around me to get them. Bailey sat up to see what I was doing. I imagine she thought some food might be involved. She leaned towards my face as she often does for nuzzling purposes. I expected her cold nose to push up against my cheek. I didn’t expect her big tongue to lick the gunk dripping out of my nose. Did she think that I was dripping out ice cream? I wasn’t sure if I should be thankful or grossed out by her clean-up lick. Bailey reminded me of a mother using her spit to clean-up a child’s face. I pulled the tissues out of my pocket although they weren’t needed urgently now. My girl looked at me as she licked her lips and waited for her praise. I am feeling better now and Bailey isn’t waiting at my side to administer a loving dose of nose wipes.
January 24th, 2018
Bailey will be three years old tomorrow. I keep wondering, “Has it been that long?” I only have to look back on Big Dog in the Big Land’s 115 blog posts to get my answer. Bailey is now fully grown. We do not expect that her height and weight will change unless she gets fat. With three daily hikes, our girl is not likely to lose her svelte figure. She has become our dream Newf. Each blog post is a reminder of her presence in our lives. Writing about the big girl has expanded beyond the blog.
Having Bailey allowed us to join not one but, two Newfoundland Dog Club of Canada’s regional clubs – Southeastern Ontario and Northwestern Ontario. Through these clubs, we have met others who share a love for the breed as well as helpful advice, humorous stories and encouragement. Every member of our family reads these two regional clubs’ seasonal newsletters – The Gentle Giant News and Newfie Tales. We also contribute articles about what life with Bailey is like for us. These publications are produced by two hard working newsletter editors, Marion Letts and Fay Greer. They do a superb job of reminding members to send photo and written submissions, gathering this information and putting it into a pleasing layout format for the membership. We appreciate their volunteer efforts to keep members connected. Living far away in Labrador, these newsletters help us stay in touch. The write-ups on courses given have inspired us to try introducing Bailey to new activities such as carting and Rally-O. But, the best feature is the photos of owners spending time with their Newfs. You can see the strong connections that this breed has with people. Each newsletter issue that arrives in our mailbox celebrates the best that this breed has to offer. Extra! Extra! Read All About It!