I’m feeling much better lately. Still in remission. Had a few gastrointestinal issues. Experimented with LOTS of food options. We went to see a nice gentleman at a place called the Bark Market. Again – it’s one of those hole-istic places with a very nice dog named Sadie in charge. He spent a LOT of time talking to my parents about organics and something called a raw diet. He said that cooking things sometimes releases free radicals which is apparently a very bad thing. My mom thought he was talking about a musical group.
And last week, I saw a therapist for the first time. Our therapist is a young woman named Elizabeth Matthews. We get to call her Linny Beth. Linny Beth came all the way from Colorado where she also founded a company called Thumbs Up.
Linny works mostly with troubled humans but she’s known us for a while. We go WAY back. She calls us the Love Train because we follow her around whenever she’s here. She agreed to see us for a session even though we’re not from the species she normally helps. Also, food, wine, and conversation always make the world go round and there was LOTS of it. Linny Beth chatted with each of us. Except Tomo. I don’t think Tomo believes in that touchy-feely stuff. Must be the Shiba Inu/Japanese part of her. Tomo mostly wandered around the yard smelling things and eating grass. Linny Beth asked us about our typical day. We chatted about everything. It was difficult to explain our view of the world, especially from a very low, very short perspective. But the video will show you what we mean.
We talked and Linny Beth asked questions. She was very professional, even taking notes for future reference. Fred was just being overly melodramatic, even turning away from the camera in tears. It’s ALWAYS about Fred. Linny Beth suggested I strive to live in the moment and just be myself. (Like who was I going to be? Ethel Merman?) The therapy was fun. Not altogether an unpleasant experience.
I don’t have go back to the Veterinary Cancer Referral Service this week. I’ll be taking cytoxan at home along with something called lasix which, as far as I can tell, is a diuretic. It’s supposed to help me get rid of excess sodium and potassium, helping my kidney function. I think. I can't be positive. I’m only a dog, you know. This probably means I’ll be running for the door more often than I usually do next week and I really despise going out when it’s this wet and cold and rainy. The WORST part about this whole thing this week is I DON’T get to go for a car ride and I DON’T get to see Jim. Who always gives me treats. Harrumph!