Growing, growing.... gone!

Since the day that Maiki arrived, back in February, I've been taking a photo now and then to show how much she's grown. Well, this one is going to be the last of the "growth photos" taken with that little teddy bear - partly because Maiki has stopped growing now. She's been the same size for the past couple of months - almost as high as my knee, and around 15 kilos, which is at the lower end of the size range for a border collie. 

The vet thinks that the months of injury and the medication she was taking during that time combined to stunt her growth a bit and she has remained slightly smaller than normal. She's not as tall as all the other border collies we know in the town. Having said that, Maiki's mother was not a particularly big dog and so I guess there's every possibility that her size is just genetic and not to do with the injury at all.

The second reason why this will be the last photo with the teddy bear is because Maiki ripped its brains out at the weekend! The poor bear still has a body, but his head is gone... or at least it's devoid of stuffing now.

This past weekend, I felt a bit like a character in a TV crime show, as we swabbed the girls' cheeks for DNA testing.

Rough collies (that's the kind of dog that played Lassie) often have a gene mutation called MDR1, which makes them intolerant of certain drugs and anaesthetics. About 5% of border collies have the defective gene too. It's a tiny percentage, but it's worth doing the test so that you don't need to worry about whether the vet will prescribe your dog a dangerous medication or whether you could lose your beloved pet on the operating table when she's being sterilised. 

So together with a friend in town, who owns the red border collie, Cumbia, in the photo above, we did the DNA swabs yesterday and they're being picked up by the laboratory today. In three weeks or so, we'll get the health report that will let us know whether the dogs tested positive or negative for the gene.

 

A partridge in a pine tree...

It's October and, as if to confirm that Christmas isn't that far away now, we saw a partridge on our walk this morning. The poor creature must have come closer to town because hunting season has begun and there are men with guns, hunting rabbits, pheasant and partridge up in the woods every weekend.

In the several weeks since Maiki has been recovering from the difficult months with a fractured knee, we've been going out very early for our morning walks. Originally, it was so that we wouldn't meet other dogs that would tempt her to run flat out and put strain on the recovering bone. So it's often still dark when we leave the house in the morning and we see the sun rise every day - often with a stunning display of God's creative artistry.

Being out and about that early means that we occasionally see wildlife - like this morning's partridge. The dogs got quite excited about the encounter, because the bird was really close. Fortunately they did obey when I called them back from setting off in hot pursuit. The partridge got a shock to meet the dogs, though, and as it fluttered into the air, I just missed getting photos of "a partridge in a pine tree" and "a partridge in an olive tree." (I'm afraid there are no pear trees where we go for our walk.)

Immediately after meeting the partridge, we spotted "eight deer a-fleeing" as they headed up the mountain... and by this point the dogs had grasped that any kind of frenzied chase was completely forbidden. I was so proud of them.

Then, having successfully resisted chasing either the partridge or the deer, Nelson completely failed the ultimate test and disappeared over the horizon when he spotted our friends, Enrique and Antonio, throwing balls for their dogs!!

Maiki is recovering well from her injury. The vet says we should be careful until she reaches a year old and the growth plates in the bone have completely closed. She's not supposed to run too much or to climb steep hills. But she's a much happier little dog now that she is allowed to run and play with other dogs at last. And a few days ago, we were allowed to go on an uphill walk for the first time. We made a short, easy ascent to a spot with a great view over the town.

 And so we're enjoying our early morning walks with Nelson and our afternoon walks with Buba... and this week, for the first time since April, we were able to go for an evening walk with our whole pack of four, including Hugo. We're getting to that time of year where it's pretty chilly in the mornings and we see those stunning "after the rain" sunrises. But it can still be warm in the afternoons and we're glad of the shade in the forest. 

Despite Maiki's injury, I've continued to count our kilometres, so that I can "donate" them to the charity that raises funds for research into multiple sclerosis. We managed to reach this year's target of 2021 km during August and by the end of September we had clocked up 2430 km - proof that lots of small efforts can add up to a worthwhile achievement. During the early weeks of Maiki's recovery, I counted even the short walks of 1 km or less, and it's been amazing to see how they've all added up to a grand total. Makes you realise that all kinds of things could be achieved if you put in just a small effort every day. May you know success in whatever you hope to achieve this autumn and winter.

Small investments for big returns...

As Maiki has begun her return to a more normal active life, it's allowed me to begin walking with the other dogs again. I had hardly seen some of them during the long weeks of Maiki's injury and enforced rest. We're still not going for walks with the whole pack, as Maiki shouldn't get too excited or run too much just yet. So we've settled into a routine of going out with just one dog at a time. At the crack of dawn, we head out to a nearby country area with Nelson and take our morning walk while the sun is rising. In the afternoon, we escape the scorching summer heat by taking a short walk in the forest with Buba. And in the evening, we wander over to the nearby park, where she can play with a few other puppies. Poor Hugo (the German Shepherd) is still missing out, as we're only able to see him now and then.... but that will change as autumn approaches.

You'd imagine that taking only short walks would have a negative impact on our kilometre count and our goal of walking 2021 km in 2021. In fact, when I checked our end-of-July total today, I was encouraged to see that we were well on target. With fewer than 200 km to go, we'll probably reach our goal by the end of September, same as we did last year. What's kept us on track this year, is that I've recorded and included all of our walks, even if they were very short ones of less than a kilometre. All of those short distances have added up to make a very encouraging total - a reminder of how even small investments, if carried out faithfully, can actually contribute to something very worthwhile.

Another thing that has drawn my attention to the value of "small investments" is some trick training that I've done with Nelson this year. I taught Nelson all the important stuff (sit, stay, come, don't pull on the lead...) when he was just a puppy, but his owners told me that he'd become a bit lazy recently, over the months of not going out with the pack. It was time to retrain some of those behaviours and I decided to stretch his brain a little bit by teaching him a couple of new tricks too. Of course, I didn't have much time available, so I was able to make an investment of only 3 minutes per day. In ten days or so, I discovered that you can teach an old dog new tricks and that even such small daily commitments can add up to make a difference. (You can see Nelson's little YouTube video by clicking here or on his photo at the top of this blog post.) 

It's got me thinking about the other areas of our lives where we might want to see change and growth, but feel that we can't really commit enough time to make a difference. Perhaps you'd like to memorise scripture, spend more time in prayer or read the Bible from cover to cover. Perhaps you've been wanting to exercise to help your physical fitness or you're studying a language and wanting to increase your vocabulary. Perhaps you've been meaning to tidy out that garage or that wardrobe but just haven't got round to making a start....  I wonder if that "big" task could actually be achieved by making a small but regular investment - maybe just three or five minutes a day. It's given me food for thought.

A new season begins at last...

Today I begin life with my new rescue dog. She’s seven and a half months old and she has some psychological and behavioural issues carried over from her previous life (where she was locked up and prevented from running or playing for many weeks on end.) In many ways, she’s a lot like the puppy I lost three months ago… except that she doesn’t have the happy, carefree personality that that puppy had; nor does she have the impressive focus and enthusiastic obedience that made the puppy so trainable and accomplished. But I’m convinced she’s going to be an amazing dog when we’ve had time to work through all of the baggage and leave this nightmare behind us.

Yes, after three months of "rest and rehabilitation," we've finally come to the point where Maiki's knee bone fracture has healed. Her mobility buggy has been a real blessing over these past weeks, but I won't be sorry to dismantle it and pack it away in a box. I'm getting kind of tired of pushing it around in this hot weather, and Maiki's getting pretty tired of being stuck in there instead of being allowed to walk on her own four legs. But we're finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Starting this weekend, we can begin getting back to "almost normal" life.

Not completely normal, because the injury was in her growth lines, and, as the growth plates don't close until a dog is a year old, the vet says it means we'll still need to be "careful" over the coming five months, until that growth line has completely closed and the bone is solid. So, we can begin going for walks again, she can start playing with other puppies again...... but no wild running and playing with bigger dogs that could hurt her, no longish walks on mountain terrain, not too much going up and down stairs.... There's also to be no walking on sand/beach for at least another couple of weeks, so we'll be well into the summer before Maiki has her first experience of seeing the sea and perhaps learning to swim.

And after the next five months of "almost normal" life, she'll be a fully grown dog and we'll finally be able to enter the season of normal life at last.

Although I was convinced that adoption was the right way to go and that this year was the right timing, I opted not to adopt a “rescue dog” in the traditional sense of the word. I didn’t feel I had the time available to dedicate to a pup that was already six or eight months old and came with the emotional baggage and behaviour issues caused by neglect or abuse. I wanted this “last puppy of my lifetime” to come to me at two months old, so that I could raise her from the beginning into a happy, healthy, well-adjusted dog.

So it's sadly ironic that Maiki’s mysterious knee injury put an end to all that, robbing both her and me of that smooth and joyful experience. While I’m thankful that she’s been slowly recovering, I realise that I now have a “rescue dog” to rehabilitate - a puppy that has been “inappropriately treated” for almost half of its lifetime, in the sense that she’s been locked up and restricted, constantly corrected; not allowed to run or play or do all the things that puppies need to do at 4-6 months old to grow physically strong and emotionally/socially well-balanced. So now she has some of the dysfunctional behaviours that typically result from that kind of mistreatment: barking, pulling on the lead, trying to chase birds (and Teddi, the cat), digging up the lawn in the park…

So, that's why I say that today I begin life with my "rescue puppy" - as we start to undo all the negative consequences of these difficult three months. It'll take some patience and perseverance, but I know she'll turn out great.

Watching and waiting

It seems like I’ve had to do a lot of waiting this year - waiting for my residency and health cards, waiting for my puppy to heal from a serious injury….. Several of my missionary friends here are also in a waiting season at the moment. 

It reminded me of a previous waiting season, when I did a word study of all the verses in the Bible that speak about waiting, and I checked what the original Hebrew and Greek words actually meant. I wrote about it here on this blog in 2007. One verse that stood out at the time was Micah 7:7 - “And so I will watch for the Lord; I will wait confidently for the God of my salvation.”

The two words used here (watching and waiting) are the Hebrew verbs tsâphâh and yâchal. Both of them express the idea of trusting God completely and waiting patiently and expectantly for Him to speak or act. But it was interesting to note that the Hebrew dictionary also defined tsâphâh as, to lean forward, to peer into the distance, to look up or to keep watch.

These twin ideas of looking up and also peering into the distance suggested to me that really trusting God sometimes also includes waiting for things that can’t yet be seen - things you're hoping and praying for, but you have no guarantee of when they'll happen. All we can do is keep on looking up to the Lord during that waiting time. We may not have a promise that specifies a time frame, but we do know that God is good and will be with us in our challenging times of waiting.

A mixed and muddled month...

So, another whole month has gone by - several more weeks of "life on hold" for this little puppy who's not allowed to be a pup any more because of the broken bone in her knee. 

It's been kind of a chaotic month. As well as taking Maiki to Malaga three times a week for her laser therapy (see photo below), I was teaching for two weeks in a youth ministry school (in Switzerland, but by Zoom) and I had builders and painters working noisily in my house for several of those weeks. I also got bronchitis twice, which meant having two covid tests - both negative, of course. I had to put the cat (Tobi) to sleep because she had a tumour and was starting to get like a skeleton. And, just in case life got boring, I had a flood in the house that left all the bedrooms under three or four inches of water!

All of this was the slightly crazy backdrop to Maiki's second month of being an invalid. She turned six months old during those weeks, but of course she hasn't been allowed to run or play like a real puppy since that fateful morning in early May when she woke up with a mysterious limp. So it's been lockdown and restrictions for this unfortunate little border collie. If you click on either of the photos in this post, you can see a video of what the past few weeks have been like. 

Nothing much happens in the video, just as nothing much has been allowed to happen in her life recently. But you'll see how she gets her laser treatment at the hospital and how we later managed to get out and about in the town again, thanks to the "mobility buggy" that was made possible by some generous donations. That was a blessing for Maiki as it allowed her to see something more than the four walls of my bedroom, and a blessing for me, as it allowed me to go walking and get some exercise again.

So, after two months that have seemed very long (it was, in fact, a whole third of her short lifetime) we're coming to the moment of truth and tomorrow she has another evaluation at the hospital. It will be our time to find out whether her bone has healed well and whether this little pup, and her owner, can begin to go back to normal life again.

Living with loss...

I can't believe it's been almost a month since Maiki woke up one morning with a mysterious limp. Visits to the vet confirmed that it was some kind of knee injury - quite possibly a cruciate ligament tear that could only be fixed by invasive and expensive surgery. In the meantime, my formerly happy and healthy puppy had to be forced to "rest" and prevented from doing all the normal things that puppies are supposed to do in order to grow strong and well-adjusted: things like running around, jumping and playing with other dogs.

My heart has been saddened by these weeks of having to restrict her, and watching the joyful spark go out of her. There's been a strange sense of grief and loss. In a very real sense, I lost my puppy overnight, and am having to manage the care of a seriously injured and fragile dog. No more walks, no more games, no more learning tricks to make fun videos for YouTube...

Last week I had the opportunity to take her to a veterinary hospital in Malaga to be evaluated by a specialist in canine injuries. The doctor confirmed that the injury was in the knee, but was able to diagnose that it was actually an avulsion of the tibial crest and not a cruciate ligament tear as we'd suspected. An avulsion injury (where the bone splits in two along the still open growth plates) is more common in puppies, but has basically the same symptoms and the same need for rest as a ligament injury.

Usually the avulsion needs to be repaired by surgery - to put a pin in the knee to hold the bone together again. Occasionally, laser treatment can help the bone to regenerate on its own. We decided to do a few sessions of laser treatment before making a decision about whether surgery is needed. My neighbour wanted to pay for the first three sessions, which are happening this week.

I so long and pray for a miracle.... for the laser treatment to be even more effective than it would normally be. It's hard to keep being "horrible" to this little dog and correcting her for trying to be a normal energetic puppy.

Meanwhile, I've also had my own health challenges over the past week. A cardiovascular specialist has prescribed a heavy compression stocking for a huge varicose vein that has suddenly appeared on my left leg.... and said that I should have my lungs x-rayed because the vein's sudden appearance could also be a symptom of deteriorating lung capacity. As if to underline the weakness in my lungs, two days later I had to go to the emergency department of our local clinic, where they (after doing a covid test) diagnosed a bad bout of bronchitis and prescribed antibiotics. 

I don't actually have a health card at the moment (thanks to Brexit) so it was a relief that I was able to see the doctors on those two occasions. But it was a disappointment to come down with bronchitis again, after having had a stretch of about sixteen months with no lung infections.

So I'm kind of on bed rest this week (though still doing computer work) and trying to keep a 5 month old puppy resting at the same time. My hopes and my prayers are for healing for both of us.