Isa's Story

Well my goofy girl has now bounced back from the last round of chemo. She greeted me at the door last night, bouncing. As in hopping up and down, both front legs off the ground. Not as high as when she was a quad but still. Has to be good for her core. She knows better than to jump up on people so this has always been her alternative to express her excitement.

Then we went on our longest walk to date, post amp. When I decided we should turn around, she sat down and refused to budge. I had to force her to turn around (as in physically lift her by the handle) and head home. For the record, I was right. She was toast by the time we got back to the house. And Wallee accompanied us for the entire walk.

Then later, after dinner, we had a good tug of war session. Something she’s not been interested in since long before diagnosis.

As a side note, when I talked to the vet yesterday about the additional chemo, he said they were so used to Isa being around the office all the time (there’s an understatement), he didn’t know how they’d handle her absence and that I should give her a pet for him. The irony is last week, while we were waiting for them to take her back for chemo, the vet walked through the lobby to talk to another client. Isa took one look at him and headed for the door, stuck her nose in the crack between the door and the jamb, willing it to open so she could make her escape. He may be fond of her but it would appear the feeling is most definitely not mutual. Cracked me up.

So there you have it – good news! Something I know is always welcome around here.

Peace