Isabelle's good news and bad news

Hey there, Isabelle at the keyboard.

Saturday I got to spend some quality time with mom, away from the bratty girls. Good!

First, we went to the vet. Now that wasn't fabulous but I had my first chiropractic adjustment! Dr. Pozniak thinks I am an excellent candidate for adjustments and acupuncture AND hydrotherapy. See, I've got the arthritis, and it's been aching my old bones this summer. Usually, it's just achy in the winter but this summer, I've been gimping quite a bit. So mom decided to start my treatment before the cold sets in. 

Unfortunately, mom decided to trim my nails before we left which got me riled up. That, plus the excitement of the car ride and the vet made me breathe pretty hard. Well, Dr. Pozniak took a listen to my lungs and thought I had some fluid on them. I know I have a collapsing trachea, have had that for a bit. With all the wildfire smoke then the humidity this summer, I guess I've been having a hard time breathing, too. She put me on a medicine to make it easier to breathe. 

That did not go well at all. It made me really anxious and pant even harder. Mom called the vet and we decided that I would not take that anymore. Unfortunately, I kept panting and coughing like I was a cat with a giant hairball!

I'm pouting under the chair after being poked and prodded!

So off we went to the vet today again. This time, I had x-rays. Turns out, my heart is pretty enlarged and I've got scarring on my lungs. That's the bad news. But we are going to see a doggy cardiologist as soon as we can. She will check me out and see what can be done.  There's been a lot of advances in doggy cardiology so our hopes are high that there's a medicine that will help me out. 

I almost forgot the best part! After the vet Saturday, mom took me to Carealot. I got a brand new bed! It's heated and cushy. Can't wait for it to cool down so I can turn it on! This will be wonderful for my old aching bones.

I'm not going to let this slow me down. Mom will take care of me. I'm just going to live life like a pug. Eat, sleep, poop. Repeat. 

This Saturday, I'm going to the Buddy Walk for Down's Syndrome! Well, mom's walking. I'm strolling.