GreyTzu

My non-expert suggestion is to leash her to you immediately at soon as you get us and keep her on the leash until she gets outside. Once outside, the very second she does her business, either pee or poop whichever she does first, reward or praise the heck out of her. UTI's can be hard to diagnose also. For smell, I soak in white vinegar and wash and then wash with Nature's Miracle, or whatever product of that ilk that's available to you. And then sometimes I wash again. You can also look into renting a machine and steam cleaning your mattress. Good luck.

I am so sorry for your loss.

I probably would have immediately flushed her mouth out with water. It would be just watch and wait in my house. And no kisses.

We have covered litter boxes and thrn the opening to face the wall or on an angle in a corner.

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We made the heart-wrenching decision to send our beloved Disco to the bridge this morning. His pain was too great and his health too grave for our hearts to continue. We missed him immediately. Disco came to us shortly after we lost Dylan in 2007. His journey home was told in the book ”Are You Sitting Down?” by Nancy Dunne and Janet Shaffer. He instantly filled our home with joy and Punk-dog goofiness. We only had two greyhounds, Dancer and Donner, at the time and he was the youngest dog in the house, hence the nickname Punk-dog. There was an affability in his essence and an insouciance to his nature that made him fit well into our home. Never once did he bother our grand old dame Dancer. He looked at the ‘Tzus and cats without a second glance and him and Donner became almost pals. He was instantly at home, and into our hearts. He quickly learned the bed. And he needed to sleep touching me, in some way. However, his favorite move was finding the perfect place to sleep once he was on the bed. Kevin told me that he watched the process one morning. Disco jumped on the bed and sniffed me as I slept. Disco then turned a circle, looked at me, turned another circle, started to lay down. He suddenly realized he wasn’t close enough to me, after all it was a king size bed. Disco stood, turned again, and simply flopped down. On me! Kevin said I was breathing deeply, I gasped, stopped breathing and then started again. That continued until the bed became too high for Disco to jump on anymore. In the yard, Disco was pretty chill most of the time. Often, instead of taking care of stuff, he would flop in the sun. I really had to make him get up and go. And dig!! He drove me crazy! Digging is something that I cannot abide. Not because I have a green thumb. or plants. or anything. Everyone knows my motto: If God wanted me to have fancy plants in my yard, he would put there and make them thrive. Just because digging is annoying, or whatever. Anyway, Disco would dig, I would yell and fill in the hole; and he would bat those limpid pools of love at me and I would forgive. He loved to run the fence to protect us in case of untoward advances from the innocent people waking or biking down the street. Because, you know, we barely survived the last time that happened. Oh, the birds. Yes, birds are deadly, and horrid, and sneaky, and want to steal, and probably taste good. But, they are stupid. In fact too stupid to remember when 20 minutes ago, that big black stripy dog chased them from the yard and threatened to turn them into pillows. So they would settle back into the yard, and the process would take place, again and again, until the season was over. Disco never caught any, but he sure loved to try. Over the years, we lost friends from our home, and Disco cuddled and missed them. The first Chinese Crested arrived and Disco looked and said WTH?? And with that, Freddie was home. 2011 brought the great economic crisis and everyone endured. Disco didn’t care that sometimes the treats were simply leftover bread instead of Breath Busters. He just inhaled them and loved and loved. That was Disco. August of 2012 was the worst. Disco got sick, very sick. Emergency Vet for a week sick. We visited him every day, sometimes twice. We brought him home and 3 weeks later, he was back for another 3 days. $12,000.00 later, we had our goofy punk-dog back. Letpo and pneumonia. At the time, Disco was the only dog in the house who was UTD. He was the Million Dollar Dog. At some point, he hurt his tail. We took him to our regular Vet and he spent the day. Our Vet is a Doberman person. We found out what happens when you send a greyhound to a Dobie Vet. He became Stubby-Nubby. Or Big Sexy. Or Handsome Stripy. He nicknames were endless, as was our love for him. Danger developed an eye issue in March, 2014. Off to the eye Vet we go. I took Disco along for moral support. While the Vet was looking at Danger, who was trying to blend in with the wall, he was also loving on Disco. Because how can you not love a big handsome, stubby tailed, stripy boy? The Vet felt a lump on Disco’s throat. He showed me and I made an appointment with our regular Vet. It was a large, well-rooted growth of some sort, in a very hard place on which to do surgery. It was not interfering with his breathing or eating. We discussed options and decided to watch it and love him. There wasn’t much we could afford to do. He was comfortable and clueless and that’s it. His zeal and happiness continued to exude from him. Over the years, he limped in the rear. Once again, it came and went. Some tramadol and he was on the mend. Last year the limp became more pronounced, and we added Rimadyl as needed. And he seldom needed it. He loved and loved, as did we. Discussions were had and decisions were made. And we loved him. The last month, he slowly lost the use of his right hind leg and we increased his meds. Monday morning when I came home, he could barely get up and the edema had started. Kevin and I talked, and we knew. The price of unconditional love, of total forgiveness, of non-judgmental acceptance is the cost of loving a dog. When the bill is due, when the time comes, and your heart crumbles into a million tiny pieces, you do what is best for the dog. It is never easy. Sadly, it is part of the bargain, which we all make when we love an animal. There is forever, a hole in our heart. Nevertheless, along with the heartbreak, there is also the mending and the expanding of the heart. Because we know that another dog will come along and scratch the surface and move in to take another honored place in the hallows of our ever growing hearts. Our handsome, stubby-nubby, big sexy, stripy, million dollar, stud muffin, punk dog is now pain free and running at the bridge with so many of our other family members.

Try Vit E, and borage oil. Walmart has a good supplement that is a mixture of borage, flax, and fish oil. We have been using it for years. It is made by Spring Valley and is $6.00. Our greys get two a day.

I used StressFree on Danger and noticed a difference. Much like the ThunderShirt, it is not magic and it will not make a spooky dog normal, but it did take the edge off of Danger's freakiness. Danger got 4 SF a day until he went to the bridge. It is not an over-night cure and will not work immediately, nor is it situational.

:grouphug Condolences of the loss of your beautiful Bonny Lass. :grouphug

I concur with Jen. And for a small nominal fee, Kevin and I will ride up and help...

All dogs shed. Cats shed, people shed. It's life.

Yup.

ER. Yes lyme shots can cause a reaction.

http://healthypets.mercola.com/sites/healthypets/archive/2012/06/04/canine-vestibular-disease.aspx

Bloat is a medical emergency! Whatever works best for the dog. There is no correct answer. Greyhounds mainly eat from the ground/floor at the farms and tracks. Deep-chested dogs seem to be the most prone to bloat, but it can happen to any dog.

She was beautiful and so very loved.

Denamarin is OTC and usually available for a reasonable price on eBay. Hope it helps.

Today we made the heart-wrenching decision to send our spooky Danger to the bridge. Danger arrived in our lives shortly after we laid down our Harley in Feb. 2008. Kevin broke his leg and I dislocated my shoulder. The bike didn’t have a scratch. Sandy Paws was 3 weeks later and I was adamant that we were still going. Kevin’s therapist worked on stair climbing so he would make it up the stairs to bed. He was determined to use a cane or only one crutch for the trip. And it all paid off as we packed the van and headed out on a cool Thursday morning. Personally, 2007 was a tough year as we lost both Dylan and Dancer, our first two greyhounds. In August we added Disco to our herd, so we only had 2 greyhounds, Donner and Disco, along with the ‘Tzus James Dean and Rock Hudson. So with only 4 dogs, the van was lightly packed. ROFLROFLROFL Yeah, we can’t pack, it’s a running joke in our house. We enjoyed our Sandy Paws trip and spent time with friends and greyhounds we only see yearly. Saturday night Kevin gave Dancer and Dylan a eulogy at the memorial service and we hiked out to the beach and wrote their names in the sand. This has always been very cathartic for me. Sunday we stopped at an FTH picnic and watched all the hounds play in the puppy pens at Bill and Cathie Lambert’s home. Disco was born there so he had fun. Kevin’s birthday also occurred during the weekend. Unbeknown to him, I ordered a cake for him. Publix had one with a Harley on it. Jenn delivered it, Kevin promptly laid the bike on its side and we all had a good time. Monday was a visit to the farm to see PUPPIES!!! There were lots of puppies and greyhounds waiting to return to the track or for a home. We watched turn out and saw the dogs playing. (Hang in here, this is all related. There will be a quiz later.) While watching turnout, we noticed a red dog plastered to the back of his crate. I asked Cathie about him and she said he was a spook. Kevin and I watched him in the pen with the other dogs. Anytime he saw us looking at him he moved to the other side of the pen. I tried working my way under a tree to get near him and he moved away. Kevin and I were both watching him. Turnout was over and dogs went back into their condos. We walked over to the red dog’s crate and again he was against the back of the crate, not looking at us. I asked Chris about him. His name was Radar, he was finished racing, and was just waiting for a group. As it was time to leave, I walked into the kennel again to look at the red dog. Yup, as soon as he saw anyone in the room, back against the wall he went. As we all walked to our cars, I asked what do we need to do to take that red dog home today? Chris said, “Got a collar and leash?” 2 minutes later the red dog was in the van and we were headed home. The red dog climbed in, surveyed the situation, and plastered himself to the back of the van. Disco sniffed him and settled down to sleep. Donner and the ‘Tzus gave us dirty looks during the ride home. Kevin and I chatted about the dog, having another spook and names on the 4 hour drive. Our greyhounds get D names. It’s the rule. I suggested a couple. Because of the bike accident, I am pretty sure there were pain meds on board and the names Darvocet and Demerol were mentioned. Kevin eventually said Stranger Danger. Yup that’s it. Danger was home. He was our 3rd spook and we did what we have always done with spooks: ignored him and let him adjust. Danger moved about and tried to blend in the with dogs, which doesn’t work when the other dogs are dark stripy or black. LOL He did come in and go outside with no problems. Of course, we had to stand away from the door and not look at him. He loved treats, as long as you stood on the other side of the room and tossed them to him. He ate well and settled in to our home. Danger continued to slink away at odd noised or if we talked too loud or stood up suddenly. His eyes almost bulged out of his head the first time Kevin very quietly and slowed laid down on the floor next to him. After many many months, I came home from work one day and Kevin said, "Danger took a treat from my hand today." I was shocked! Of course Danger would not do it when I was there. It was well over a year before he took a treat from my hand. We give out kisses and lovies more frequently than we give treats in our home. Eventually we noticed that Danger was brave enough to be part of the pack greeting us at the door when we came home. He started accepting scritched and kisses. He slowly started melding with us. However, in true spook fashion, for no reason, one of us would hand him a treat and he would slink to the corner and look at us as if he had never seen us before. This continued for his entire life. It was just Danger. Whoever said greyhounds don’t make good watchdogs, never met Danger. He was the barker anytime someone came to the door. He was to one who got between me and the door. I said for a long time that I honestly think he would have defended him home and his people with his teeth if something happened to his domain. In 2009, we were in Key West on vacation and Yvonne, our pet sitter called on Friday night. There had been an issue after she left in the afternoon, and Danger got the worst end. Yvonne is a Vet Tech, so we trust her decisions. We talked and decided while it was serious, active bleeding had stopped and he did not require an emergency visit. However, he would need stitches. Yvonne would take him to the office tonight and the Vet would tend to him in the morning. And then I gave her the lecture. I told her where his harness was and how to put it on. I said this is no reflection on your handling skills as you are for more experienced than me. However, if Danger gets loose, we will never catch him. I said think about how he is Yvonne, there is no chance someone will catch him, nor will he approach anyone. She thought about it and said no problem, we will be careful. On Tuesday when I went to the clinic to pick him up, she had a sign on his kennel door stating where to walk him and how to use the harness. Yvonne later said that she had never thought about catching a dog like Danger until I said it. She said I had articulated it well to her and she understood. Kevin and I were perplexed as to what happened and why. We looked at Disco’s nip wound, the little dogs were fine, and Donner had a scratch too, but nothing serious. We asked Yvonne what she did and knew. We eventually came to the conclusion that it was over an uneaten treat. Danger sometimes didn’t eat his treats if you were looking at him. We figured that Yvonne had tossed him a treat and not realized that he did not eat it. After she left, a scuffle incurred. OK, lesson learned, all treats must be eaten before leaving the house. There was never another issue. Danger was a silent presence in the house. You really didn’t know he was there until he wanted to be known. It was very common for Kevin and I to be watching TV or playing on our computers, in deep concentration. Suddenly, ever so gently you would feel a breath on your arm. And there standing would be Danger looking for kisses and lovies. As much of a freak as he was, he loved, loved, loved to go for walks! I put on his “collar of invisibility” and off we all went. But no one could look at him while we were out. He would slink behind the other dogs, who were mugging the stranger for attention, and look away. And of course, he never let a stranger near him. P.S. Don’t tell him, but all the collars were the same. There was no special collar. Ssshhh it will be our secret. Vet visits were especially fun. He vibrated and panted, trying to blend in with the stainless steel table. We were fortunate in that he was healthy and seldom needed Vet visits. The summer of 2013 we noticed that the left side of his head was sunken in. We did some "Doctor Google" research and found muscle atrophy, wasting, the “c” word, tumor, stuff like that. Since Danger was inhaling his food, eating treats, and acting as normal as a freaky-deaky dog can, we decided to just watch and see. So now he became the Denty-headed Dog, which he answered to with no problem. LOL In March of last year, we woke up to an eye issue. Off to the doggy Eve Vet we went. He looked at the eye issue and Danger’s head and said we can fix the eye, but I suggest you to see a neurologist as the eye issue and the denty-head are related. We could see the million-dollar Neuro or the down-to-earth Neuro next door with 35 years of experience. We went next door. She is an awesome Vet. She took one look at his head and said more than likely it is a brain tumor that as it grows, it migrates into the nerve openings and blocks them. We passed on the MRI as there is no fixing a brain tumor in dogs, at least not one we could afford. We tried a few meds with little results, so we adopted the "watch and love him forever" stance. She was in complete agreement with our decision. She told me what to expect and what to look for. She said hopefully it would be slow growing, but there was no way to know. The eye healed up and we loved him. Summer and fall passed and Danger was Danger. He had stopped doing zoom doggie in the yard for me, but he inhaled his food, continued to mug is for treats, and accepted sneaky lovies and kisses. We adopted two Chinese Crested and he just gave me “the look” and accepted them. Winter brought cooler Florida weather, but the deficits started showing up. He started stumbling and trembling more, being a bit confused, hanging his head, and having trouble getting up. The last few weeks brought the deficits in earnest. He splayed a few times, he fell, he walked in circles, he had trouble turning his paws, and he panted. But he ate and we loved him. While I was on vacation with Kari, things progressed rapidly. Sunday evening when I got home, I knew time was short, very short. Monday I spoke to Yvonne and tearfully said it's time. She said I know, I am here for you. This morning he walked around the yard and got lost. I reached out to help him and in true spook fashion, he decided he had never seen me before. Love a spook forever. My freak-on-a-leash, the denty-headed dog, my silent lover, our little freak of nature slipped away, in our arms, feeling the beat of Kevin’s heart, and listening to our voices. Thank you for reading this. As I was writing this, I realized that fateful day in 2008 was also March 10th. Hug your hounds tonight. http://vid23.photobucket.com/albums/b374/GreyTzu/Yet%20More%20Pictues/MVI_6629.mp4

I a m so very sorry.

It is not a training issue, it is a "because they can" issue. Invest in a muzzle with a poop guard, probably $20.00 or so from GEM.

Yes.

Symmetrical Lupoid Onychodystrophy (SLO)

Danger chews his nails into sharp points similar to the pictures.

I have used AlliVet with success.

The only two things Dylan wanted to eat were rotisserie chicken from Walmart and Bores Head roast beast. Yes, it had to be Bores Head. He turned his nose up at store brand. Sending healing energy and comforting thoughts.