What a difference a week can make. Last Friday I was considering taking Tsar on his last ride to the vet's office. Saturday he started on Prednisone and we saw some immediate improvement. Each day this week has been better than the one before, but he still has some serious problems. His front legs, especially the left, are weak and don't always go where he wants them to go. But the thing that has been driving me crazy this week is trying to get him to eat.
Tsar has never been a good, eager eater, but I really think he needs to get some nourishment into his body and it's been a struggle. As I've mentioned before, he refuses to put his head into a bowl of any kind. Many of you suggested a clear baking dish and I thought that was a great idea, but Tsar didn't. I presented his dinner in a clear pan on Wednesday and he walked over to look at it, then walked away.
Yesterday morning while I fed the Water Dogs in the garage, Rob prepared Morgan and Tsar's breakfast. Morgan gets her prescription ID in her bowl with a little Mighty Dog pulled chicken on top. The ID is for her joints, specifically her injured knee and the chicken is because she likes it. So there!
This morning after finishing his breakfast, served on a plate, he went into the back yard and barked at squirrels. When he came in, he asked for and ate a dog biscuit. He's feeling better and now that he's eating, I'm feeling better.