I had a good checkup with Dr. Barrett Saturday. I'm doing well, but I had a little fluid in my lungs so we increased my furosemide to 20mg q.i.d., and we increased my hydralazine from 1/4 to 1/2 tab b.i.d. Dad thinks he saw a little more energy and interest this morning at breakfast, and last night MomDad both commented on how my breathing seems a little smoother. My blood work came back very good also, everything normal except my Na was slightly low, but since I don't get any salt that's OK. A good report.

Dad's doesn't like it when my medications change. My enalapril compound began using a different manufacture and my furosemide tablets changed also. I guess we just have to trust that everything works the same way between companies. It's kind of scary (to Dad, not to me) when he realizes how much my life depends on blind trust; trust that the companies are making the pills the same way as each other, trust that they haven't been substituted with fake ones, that the pharmacists are paying attention when they're compounding my meds. Dad always says I'm here to teach him things; I'm sure that includes trust.

I had some blood work done today to prepare for my vet exam on Saturday. I got to see all my friends at Canyon Animal Hospital in Laguna Beach. I've been going there since I arrived in the States (I'm from Ireland and MomDad says that's why I'm so friendly!) and I love it there. I'll report my blood work results as well as my exam on Saturday. Keep your paws crossed!

Mom found several very good articles on CHD and treatment regimens. I'll put them in the links section to the right.

I seem better now. Thanks for all the support and concern. We don't know what precipitated (there's your big word, Jen!) my issues, but I haven't thrown up since then. Whew! Maybe I just can't stomach the news anymore (see previous post). HaHa! I felt good enough that MomDad took me around our neighborhood in my wagon. It was good to mark some old territory.

Yesterday wasn't a particularly good day for me. I wheezed and coughed a lot, had an accident in the house, vomited twice (once with my latest furosemide pill in it) and just generally had MomDad worried all day. The vomiting may have been due to some newspaper I chewed up or maybe something else as yet unidentified, but we just don't know. So far today I seem better, but I'm sure everything I do will be watched, analyzed and debated. Is there no privacy anymore?

We went to our friends' house (Farley, Chloe, Sophie, and of course "Eliot" an English Toy Spaniel) last night for dinner. MomDad were invited, too. They have a great backyard. Their mom and dad, Tamela and Mike, were there also, so we couldn't get too wild but we tried. Twyla has a thing for Farley. She always tries to get his attention. Shameless. Anyway, I don't get to go too many places these days but that's one place I'm allowed to pretty much wander freely and MomDad don't worry about me. I pretty sure they enjoy it as much as I do.