Little Chelsea, the bravest Bichon Frise I know, out for her evening walk, trails behind Steve. She has her good days, many in fact, but she has her bad days, too. Fifteen years of woofing and doing doggy stuff has worn her out.
Chelsea does not complain, at least not about her waning strength. This she deals with as necessary. What she really hates is being deprived of her portion of our food. If she doesn’t get it, she lets us know how sharply she disapproves. She begs, whines, and barks. She turns her big black pleading eyes on us until we give in. Chelsea has kidney stones, the kind that only surgery can help, but at her age, an operation would not be wise. She has done well for a pooch with problems. Along with kidney stones, she has a deteriorating disc in her neck. Additionally, she suffers from digestive trouble. We think that people food may be the cause of those episodes, so we encourage her to eat doggy food, the dry kind. She eats it reluctantly and only if all her efforts to make us give her people food have failed.
Some of our friends are silent on the subject, while others speak up for Chelsea, telling us they think she should eat what she wants at her age and be happy. We have withheld people food for a time, and we thought she did a little better, fewer episodes. Yet, she still had episodes. We would give her a little people food again, and she would love it! She would be happy! When she gets sick and lies on her bed most of the day, we wonder if we should deprive her again.
Chelsea’s longtime kidney stones caused her a bladder infection only once, which antibiotics took care of swiftly. Her digestive flareups resolve after several hours of rest. The bad disc caused her a pinched nerve once, but she seems fine with it now. One day at a time for old Chelsea girl. She is a trooper, and we love her, our little Bichon Frise.
Carol Ann Hoel
Author, Buddy for David
Novel, Suspense, Faith