So the other day the poor dog had to get on the road with me again. We drove for a little more than an hour to the -believe it or not-
Dog Paralympixx! 🙂
We came to represent, of course.
I kind of expected a very small gathering of people with handicapped dogs. Instead, there were 30 participants with varying disabilities and what felt like at least around 200 people! The participating dogs had to master an obstacle course (some of the obstacles were sausages…), there were booths with doggy stuff, food stuff, photography, rescue organizations, crafts, you name it, it was there. Quite a big thing, and they even had a TV camera team, two newspapers, and a radio station! Manni and I found our calling, of course.
Since he had been training for his special day for months, it was not a big challenge for us, of course! 🙂
An amazing number of wheelchair dogs were there, too, but we also, for once! got to meet other tripawds and some of them with osteo. It was a fun-filled day, even if some of us had to take breaks from all the excitement…
Manni and I never got behind the scoring system but we ended up in 11th place (out of 30) . Which I thought was great and maybe there were supposed to be 3 wheelchair doggies in the first places, but Manni was so mad he told me he’ll try again next year…
They also had a professional photographer who was rather smitten with Manni’s eyes 🙂 and who did a very good job
This dog is just a little too cute for his own good (and mine). And apparently one of the newspaper writers there thought so too and interviewed us. you can find the interview here:
but I’m afraid you’ll have to google-translate it if your German doesn’t happen to be up to par 🙂
And now, while I would usually make this an extra blog post, I have to cram this next topic in here because I just may have to write another blog with a liiiittle suprise at the end of next week. No telling yet though 🙂
Anyway, the other biiig topic: our Embark DNA-test has finally come back!! I find that thing totally exciting. Not only is Manni basically 100% outbred (I didn’t even know that was a word but apparently it’s the opposite of ‘inbred’) and 100% European Village Dog (with a tiny fraction of German Shepherd DNA, Wyatt Ray, watch out 🙂 !), but he tested a 100% free of genetic diseases of any known kind!
Not that this helps any in a cancer situation but it’s still a good feeling, to be honest. If anyone’s bored, here’s our results:
So mom said I was allowed to take over the blog. Huh. I wonder what’s up with that. Not that I need her permission really. I mean, you know. She said that everything’s been said about her trip and she had nothing left to add. I don’t really know what she means by that but I mean really, who cares? I do believe she talks about her being away. and yes, I did notice. Oh yes I did. Nothing gets past me of course! Or what did you think, huh??
You know, one day, we’re having fun, going places, the next day: bam, she’s gone. But so what. It’s not like I need her. At all.
And there’s always dad. And you know what he said when mom up and left? He said: ok dude, how about a male-cation?? Hey, sure, I said, bring it on!! So off we went in that big version of the Royal Carriage. Dad calls it RV, which is really stupid because shouldn’t it be RC?? Oh well, hoomans. Or fridge-openers, whatever you prefer. Anyway, he spent half a day packing my stuff and off we went. Showing mom that nobody needs her to have fun!!
guys just want to have fun!
It was a really hot weekend and me dad decided that we should cool off and that meant we only went to places that had a lake. Not that I swim. I mean really, Royalty bathes, right??
See the guy in the background? what does he think he’s doing??
So we sent mom these pictures to wherever she was to show her that nobody needs her to have fun! Ha!
And guess what: she sent us these back:
I mean, really?? No idea where that is and who caaaaaares!! If she thinks being with other dogs is more important than being with me I say FINE! Have at it! phhhew.
As you can see, dad and I had tons of fun although I have to say it gets pretty exhausting this life on the road.
So we were gone a few days and then all of a sudden dad said: ok, you’re off to grandma’s!
Hello?? what in the world? I mean, grandma is cool and at least I get to have some peace and quiet there, she takes me to see the neighbors who have a cupboard with goodies in the kitchen and they never close the door so I can get in there better and get me some butter and other good stuff! Those are really nice people that know just how to behave! What grandma doesn’t quite understand yet is that there is no point in walking any other way than the direct route to the neighbors. But I’ve been teaching her by just simply refusing to go anywhere else and just sitting down until she gets it.
so after three nights at grandma’s house all of a sudden, I think, do I see something??
That’s me mom!!! Mom’s back!! Mom’s back!! I get reeeeaaaally excited for about ten seconds before I remember to pout. I can have fun without her and it really is just not ok to just up and leave. and meet other dogs without me. And tell my life-story to people without me holding court. I’ll show her. There you have it.
However, mom does seem a little more relaxed than before her disappearance. If you ask me she has a tendency to get a little high-strung. Or anxious. I mean, she could just take my cues, really, and act a bit more appropriate around me, as would be fitting for my court. So maybe that trip she went on was a tutorial? “How to behave around dog royalty”, or something like that? Hey, you know, if that’s the case: I’m all for it!
So right the next day she was set on showing me a good time. Not that I need to be shown, mind you, I know very well how to do that. But she went to get the Mannimobile (or little Royal Carriage) and we went to get ice cream! Yay!! If I always get ice cream when she was away, hey! Go! Do it!
and not a day later, they packed up all my stuff again and we took the RC and went to a party at my dad’s brother’s house on the other side of town. I am sure they threw this party for me (who else, really), and they were probably trying to be thoughtful when they also invited a Jack-Russell-Terrier lady for me to have company but they could have chosen someone with a little less energy. Boy, those youngsters get annoying. Seriously! My only way of escaping was getting onto the kids’ trampoline! Ha! That annoying little thing had no way to get on there with me guarding the entrance! So I finally found me a quiet spot. I am so clever sometimes, I amaze myself.
From the party we went off again to spend a night somewhere else yet. Apparently that’s what the RV (RC, tomatoes, tomahtoes…) is meant for, not that I agree. However, the folks finally pimped that one too, to let everyone know to make way for this Royal Highness:
We went to a lake again, I had the Mannimobile to relax some (and dry off) and it was pretty nice to be able to be outdoors all the time
It is kind of exhausting at the same time though. And when I get tired I sometimes forget that I’m all grown up, independent and basically cool as can be and then I really just want to have some physical contact with my mom. I have to be close to her and touch her. No cuddling, mind you! And don’t tell anyone of this little weakness of mine or else!!
So when we finally, finally went home again I am sure you can understand that I was reaaaaally tired and let the folks do all the unpacking. I mean, jesters are really for my amusement but they do come in handy in other situations,too.
I am right there!
And when everything was done and I had the first part of my beauty-sleep my mom said that other people also talked a lot about me on her trip. I looked at her and again I thought that sometimes she’s a little daft. I love her, I really do, but I mean: why wouldn’t they be talking about me, huh?? She also said those people were so kind that they got me presents! What? and she only takes those out now?? Are you kidding?? I immediately started playing with it, it was so cool! But I got tired again really quickly, which is to be excused as I am sure you know. Thank you so much, unknown people! That was very kind of you! I love it!
We went to the clinic to get x-rays on Friday. We are now 16 months post amp and back then we were told that the median survival with amp and chemo would be 15-18 months. So, being me, I went in prepared for the worst.
I come prepared!
I expected mets, so I thought I’d inform myself of all recent advances and brought a lot of print-outs to be able to discuss this with the vet.
I am blogging today, though, to give hope to people who are just facing the diagnosis, or the surgery, or the aftermath. It came as a total surprise to me, but:
WE ARE METS-FREE!!!! STILL!!!!
There is hope, people. I would never say that we are cured. And if Manni lived another ten years it would still not be enough. But we have made it this far!!
This is our celebratory picture:
Ice cream celebration!
For everyone starting this journey, I made a little video of the first 12 or so months of Manni’s journey, really mainly to show how his motion got better, how much practice and balance it took to finally get to his 3/4 waltz tact. It’s a little long but it shows the difference from the first weeks to a year later pretty well.
As you can imagine, we’re pretty happy right now and are enjoying life.
Life has been busy and so have we. Creating memories that last a few lifetimes is starting to get stressful – if you ask the dog, that is.
As you can see we officially started Beach Season, albeit it being just a liiiittle too chilly for human-no-fur-me. Manni thought it was just right.
But the right kind of provisions make for a nice afternoon and the satisfied yawning at the end of the day is worth a couple of very cold hands and ears 🙂
where’s my pig ear??
So the next day was preeeeeetty exciting, too. Because we went to Grandma’s house! and amidst all the big a-do there…. I lost Waldo.
I mean Manni. Really. I did mean to say Manni. But you know where I’m coming from when you see where I found WaManni. If you can find him too, that is… apparently he was reaaally tired (still) and found himself a place to sleep. He could have told me, at least. But nooooooo…
I don’t know no Waldo.
After that much excitement we took a little pit-stop at our favorite Manni-Court-Appointed rehab/physio place. Massages: booooooo, says Manni. Exercises: Yaaayy!!
I ain’t missin’ nuttin’!
And then, and then, we took excitement to new heights and got a Manni-Mobile to better be able to transport the Royal Carriage. And to go places far and wide. World, watch out. We’re officially on the road now!! (well, you know, on weekends, if work permits and it’s not too cold …)
Road trippin’, baby.
First time ever on the road to memories.
(you recognize a tripawd-home immediately by the number of rugs… 🙂 )
So you can see: busy, busy, busy is what we are and plan on staying. Making the most of the available time.
i’ll leave you today with a tired pup on a meadow (just because it’s cute 🙂 ) and a slow-motion study of The Tripawd Walk.
Did I just see this correctly?? Did he? He did, didn’t he? Take over my blog? That little… . Figures.
So spring has finally sprung here, finally. After horrendous rainfalls the sun came as a nice surprise. So out and about is where we go and of course we do it in style – so people know what’s coming for them 🙂
But first things first. The sun finally came out of hiding, temperatures slowly coming back up to decent, so here’s me thinking ‘hey, I finally get to take pictures of that insubordinate-yet-gorgeous pup again – so much nicer in the sunlight!’ This is what I got…
‘Lay in the SUN?? Me?? No way! It’s warm there! What are you thinking??’
So afterwards I get THE LOOK. Have I told you about THE LOOK yet??
It is a very much practiced tool the bugger has perfected over the years to get me to do EVERYTHING. From giving out treats to going for a walk to the (very occasional) cuddle. This is it:
So going for a walk it is. I heard ya. (*sigh*) Manni’s favorite places usually include a forest (game and shade) and lakes (for cooling paws and drinking)
And sometimes, just sometimes, we meet a potential new doggy friend (preferably female and HOT!) and then my ten-year-old turns into a two-year-old again, which lifts my spirits a lot:
However, no matter what you may be thinking I am not a total push-over. I AM NOT!
I demand payment for being at his beck- and-call, yes I do! In the form of doggy kisses
Although I am lucky if I get a single one. Usually it looks more like this:
‘Booooring!! Kissing is for giiirls!!’
So after the adventures of the first of the spring days I decided to take him to the barn with me. Manni grew up around horses and generally loves being outside. I don’t take him with me much anymore because it just gets really exhausting for him really quickly. Whenever I do take him now, though, he is really excited to be back in his old stomping grounds and he has to mark his territory in even the farthest corner. When I went to look for him again I couldn’t find him at first. So I looked around the barn and into each and every stall and came to find a very, very tired little fellow:
Hay and straw make for perfect bedding
To those of you whose dogs are also not into cuddling all that much: you know what I’m talking about when I say that a tired pup makes a fantastic victim for the human need for snuggling… 🙂
Rare moments cherished
So I half-carried him to the car to go home and sleep off the latest of our adventures properly. That means, of course, his own bed, mattress and all…
Shhhhhh, I better be quiet now. Don’t want to wake the baby. 🙂