The Princess Tails

The Musings of Zena, a Tibetan Terrier sharing her life and wisdom with Raffles, a Standard Poodle

The Bitch is Back!!!


Hello all. It’s me. (Don’t you hate it when someone says that on the phone and you have no idea which ‘me’ it is?).

This is my annual catch up which I’m hoping to make more regular again.

Cover girl princess

Cover girl me before the sickness

It has been a menses horribilis, (I’m a princess I can pinch ideas from the Queen of England ;-))

You won’t believe what has happened to me.

It all started about ten days ago…..

I wasn’t feeling well. Nothing to do with my itching but I really felt a little bit sick. I didn’t stop eating though. No siree! You won’t catch me giving up my food for a little illness. Or at least that is what I thought to begin with.

I tried to get it through to the family that I wasn’t myself and they did realise it but we none of us knew what was going on. I put my tail down, I willed Mum to fix it but all she did was cuddle me.

Don’t get me wrong. I like cuddles but it didn’t fix the problem. Then one night I got some pain in my tummy and then I began to feel really sick.

Then I was really sick. All over the kitchen floor.

That day I didn’t eat anything and by the evening I was feeling rather sorry for myself. I just wanted to be left alone. Fortunately Raffy doesn’t bother me even when I’m feeling well so he wasn’t a problem. Although to be fair to the big guy he was a bit upset. Even now I am not sure if that is because I was getting tons of attention or he was worried.

When I stopped eating Mum knew something was really wrong. Especially when I didn’t eat the next day either. She thought I was dying. I thought I was dying. Raffy thought I was dying.

But……. I’m still here.

I got whisked off to my lovely new vet in the village who took me in a back room (is that allowed?) and stuck a needle in me. Apparently he wanted some of my blood, well, I am special so who could blame him.

He gave me something to stop me being sick and we went home.

I still didn’t feel good and I knew Mum and Dad were concerned. Raffy continued to be quiet.

Raffy being quiet

Raffy being quiet

That night Mum left the door open for me and gave me access to their bedroom door if I needed them.

In the early hours of the morning I started to feel sick. I was on the red sofa which Raffy usually takes up so I didn’t want to get down and let him have it back. Next thing you know I’m heaving and Raff comes over. I’m not sure why. Perhaps he was curious. Perhaps he thought he could help. Either way he was dumb.

The upchuck was – I was sick all over him. Past slights revenged in one large vomit.

Almost as amusing was the way Mum and Dad are still trying to work out how the big boy ended up covered in vomit all down his right ear and side. I could tell them, well I couldn’t but even if I could it’s more fun to have them guessing.

Anyway. Back to me. I was still feeling pretty lousy and still not eating. The results of the blood tests came back and I was diagnosed with pancreatitis. Pancreatitis! I couldn’t believe it. Mum watches my diet like a hawk and I’m hardly allowed food at all.

Well, okay I am allowed food but she is a bit of a food police. If only I could get into that cupboard I could easily show her how to feed me properly.

What has me amazed though is that my cousin Boodle, a rather fetching Westie who lives in France was diagnosed as having pancreatitis last year. Can it run in families?

After that things got a bit easier.

My lovely vet gave me a patch of Fentanyl and for a little while I just enjoyed it. As soon as the pain was taken care of I was ready to eat again – so I did.

In fact, we have just been back to the vet and I have put on weight. I guess Mum’s idea of three small meals a day are closer to my idea than I originally thought!

So I am on the road to recovery and we hope it is a one off event. I was a bit anxious that I was going to have to go on a tasteless, fat free diet for the rest of my natural but my lovely vet has said to re-introduce my normal food because he is hoping it was just an acute event. As am I.

So this is all good news.

Except I am still wondering about karma.

I was in my bed Sunday morning and something sort of told me to get up and move into the lounge. I don’t normally do that until Mum has been up, cuddled me and given me breakfast.

As soon as I did the huge picture which hangs above my bed crashed down breaking the glass and my bed was covered in a heavy picture frame and glass. That could have been me. Try explaining that one to the vet. He would have had canine services calling around.

So I’ve had a close shave twice during the last seven days and it has made me reflect that life is too short not to eat bacon.

What do you mean I can’t eat bacon?

Sausage? No?

Gee……… how can I torment Raffy. Life has to have some meaning.

Me feeling sick

Me – recovering

Love from Zena, the Warrior Princess who is warring on a new front – old age and bad health. More to come.

Author: Zena

I am The Princess (aka Zena), niece of Zac the All Black and awesome Tibetan Terrier who took me in when I was just a six week pup and tried to teach me all he knew. When I was six and he was eight, Zac crossed over the rainbow bridge and all of a sudden I was alone. I could no longer be the ditzy, happy-go-lucky pup that I had been. This is a diary of how one Princess managed when the world turned real.

8 thoughts on “The Bitch is Back!!!

  1. Welcome back to Blogville. We have missed you. Now there are three bestest maremmas in all the land.

    • Wow! Thanks for the welcome back and again WOW!! See what happens when you turn your back for a moment, three of you. I must rush over and catch up xx

  2. It’s lovely to see you! I’m sorry you’ve been poorly. I hope you stay well now.

    That picture crashing down on your bed could have been really nasty. I think you should supervise whenever they hang anything on the wall from now on!

    I think you can insist on a chaperone before being taken into a back room – a girl has to guard her reputation. 🙂

  3. Kyla had her problems before she crossed. Treasure every moment.

    • I’m sorry to hear that about Kyla. It is so sad isn’t it? I hate to see our furbabies getting older and getting sick. I’m hoping that this is just a one off for Zena and that we can get her settled back into her happy self again soon.

  4. Oh how I have missed your humor and regal manner Zena – hope that the pancreatitis becomes just a memory and that you continue to successfully manage old age and less than perfect health.

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