
Bill Arnold's Daily Straydog Log
FRIDAY August 26 2005
5:00 P.M. UPDATE

Juana reports ...
Here at Straydog it's a very hot day like never before that I can remember, I think. Our doggies were very hot and really didn't care for us to mess with them. I tried to cut some toe nails this morning but really didn't get too far. Most of the doggies are just lying under shade and digging holes, trying to bury themselves in them. Our caregives tried to water down their kennels as much as possible. Our thermometer in the shade by the kennel office reads 102 degrees but it feels like 110. Ginger ( Joe and Bill's doggie) enjoyed being inside Bill's RV and didn't want to go for a walk to the park (but we got her up and took her anyway).
I also want to report that Patch is doing good and is back to the same old Patch again. No vomiting and no runny stool, still enjoying staying inside our hospital trailer as he continues to recuperate from his stomach surgery.
Don't forget our Adoption Day tomorrow. Erin called me around noon and said that we don't know for sure how many volunteers we will have tomorrow so we chose the six puppies, and this will be their first visit to Petsmart. Also Scruffy and Manchas will go. I got very good new photos of them, and I included one photo of Jimmy in case we hear more from volunteers. You all remember Jeannie (Jimmy's kennel mate) got adopted several days ago, and now Jimmy is by himself and is lonely. I'm thinking about trying him with Fancy, but she still is in quarantine and will be for one more week.
Okay, time to process pix for today's update. Will report some more tomorrow. ... JUANA
When I got to the nursing home this morning Dad was just being wheeled into the physical therapy room. He didn't have a happy look on his face and was trying to tell everyone that he wanted to go back to his room. I told him he had to work hard at this so he could come home as soon as possible and he stopped complaining and went along calmly with the two therapists who were with him.
The head nurse stopped me and said that Dad was scheduled to go across the street to the hospital (Plano Medical Center) at eleven, and that I would need to go along to admit him and sign all the papers. I said I would.
When I got back to the therapy room, Dad was sitting on a wide bench giving the two therapists a hard time again. He even tried to poke or push one of them and later bite the other, who was behind him pulling him backwards to stretch his muscles. I again calmed him down with encouragement about getting better so he could go home.
At eleven the ambulance arrived, and I rode with Dad across the street to the hospital, where we waited for about three hours before they were ready to do the surgical procedure of inserting a feeding tube. Erin arrived at 1:30 to be with her grandfather, and my brother Pete arrived a little after two. Dad was just about to be taken into surgery when I left to come over to his house to do this update.
At four o'clock Erin called me to tell me that Gramp had made it through the procedure okay, and they were scheduled to take him (by ambulance) back over to the nursing home at 5:30.