Oliver Warburton

I’ve been a bit quiet recently.  There is a good reason for that.  My humans went overseas in March to Europe, and while they were away, there was a bit of a problem.

My meningitis came back.  I went back on my tablets, but they interacted very badly with me this time and I started vomiting blood.  My grandma took me to her vet (I was staying with her at the time) and they diagnosed pancreatitis.  They took me off my meningitis medication as this was affecting it, and I was in hospital for a couple of days.  It was touch and go there for a while, and both my grandparents and my aunty-mum and uncle-dad had to make a decision about whether I should continue on or perhaps call it a day.  Apparently my humans were very distraught by this, but couldn’t really do much being where they were.   They wanted what was best for me.

Luckily, on the day everyone turned up at the vet to make that decision, I was feeling a whole lot better and came bounding out to see them.  Crisis averted for the moment, but  in the next few days my meningitis came back.  The vet put me on the expensive medication hoping it would work on my brain without upsetting my pancreas.  Lucky for me (and my humans) it worked.

It has been about six weeks now and I’m almost back to normal.  I’m jumping on the couch, barking, playing (more slowly) and going for walks.  There are some days where I’m not so good, and I’m still on the scary medication and have a no-fat diet, but things are certainly better than they were.  On Saturday I had another blood test and my results were almost perfect; so things are looking good.

Well, 2011 was an interesting year.  Mum and Dad say they didn’t have a very good year, but I think it worked out okay.  I had seven teeth out last month, which has made me a much happier dog.  I really hadn’t realised how much they were hurting me and making me grumpy.

And the world is getting quieter and quieter; the Vet said that I’m going deaf.  I just thought everyone was suddenly speaking much quieter.  I can still hear a bit (mostly higher frequencies) but luckily Mum and Dad are working on hand signals for me so I can still understand what they want.

So I’m going to start 2012 quite a happy dog.

After the trials of the past 12 months, I am very pleased to have turned 13 the other day.  Of course, being so grown up and enjoying my birthday so much, I need to have a quick nap…

It has been a while since I could get my humans to update my blog; they have been very busy giving me medication and taking me on walks.

I had idiopathic meningitis and have been very sick for a number of months.  I’m still coming off my medication but I’m feeling a lot better than I was; I can go for walks and jump on the couch and go for a little run.

Thanks to everyone who sent me very nice messages while I was sick; hope to see you all soon.

I’ve been feeling a little poorly the past couple of days.  I’m not sure why; I’m just feeling a bit off and not myself.  My human took me to the doctor last night and while he was very nice I would have preferred to not go.  He took blood and urine (that was not an experience I’d like to repeat) and apparently everything is normal.

I’m just going to do a fair bit of sleeping and see if I can’t make myself feel better.

I did something a little bit silly today.  I was digging in the garden (which isn’t the silly bit) and soehow managed to get under the deck.  Now under the deck is a very wonderful place to be because it is quiet, and dark, and cool, and full of great bugs and stuff.

But  after a while it is a little scary.

And I couldn’t work out how to get out again.

So I had to wimper and cry until Ashley realised I was under there.  He then called out for Morgan (who collapsed into a laughing fit for a minute) and then they both got me out from under the deck.

I was very dirty (which doesn’t fit with my lovely white fur) so Ashley put me in the spa for a couple of minutes and game me a wash down.

Hmm, perhaps now I’m clean and dry I’ll go and see what bugs I can find in the garden to chase…

Today is my birthday; I’m 12 today.  I had my friend around for dinner last night and the humans made me spaghetti bol with cheese on it.    Then I got a present – a very tasty bone biscuit with a candle in it.

I’ve had a great birthday.

Morgan made me some special treats today.  She got a great book full of recipes as a gift and today she baked carob and oat biscuits.  I didn’t like them at first because I was asleep when she tried to get me interested, but later on when I was in the mood, they were just perfect.

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Spent the day in bed today because it is cold and overcast.  But it is almost dinner time so I’d better think about getting out of bed.

After the walk on the beach, the inevitable happened.  I still managed to wake up from my nap and demand a game with the ball though.