Friday was like most all of our days recently, rushing to get dogs outside before they exploded, coaxing them to eat and forcing meds down their throats. Then something changed!!
Saturday morning I jumped out of bed as soon as I heard Sky start to move around. I raced them all down the stairs and out the door. Then I filled their bowls with kibble. I didn't have a clue as to what topping would be satisfactory to Samba and Sky, so I didn't use one. I decided that I'd give them plain kibble and after the others had all eaten, I'd try to figure out something that would appeal to them and maybe they'd eat a few pieces. I called everyone in and put the bowls down and everyone ate. EVERYONE ate, including Samba and Sky! They cleaned their bowls.
After another outing, we went upstairs and I counted out the morning meds. Everyone sat there and watched and each one opened his or her mouth and swallowed their pills. Including Samba and Sky!
Mid morning I called Samba and Sky to the kitchen for their probiotics and they took them happily with no fuss.
I was pondering all this Saturday night before falling asleep and I wondered what Sunday would bring.
Sunday brought more of the same, plus Sky played ball in the afternoon and Samba climbed up on the sofa to take a nap, something she's been too weak to attempt for a couple months.
Today we're off to another good day. I don't know what happened, maybe the good bacteria from the transplants has started to take over. Whatever it is, I just hope it continues. I try not to get my hopes up to much, they've been crushed too many times recently, but it's hard not to when both dogs are acting more relaxed. I don't know if they can come back from this because they've lost so much weight and muscle, but it's clear that they're feeling a little better and that makes me feel a lot better.