Reader, he married us

Wow! It has been thirteen days since my last Bruno blog. Forgive me readers. I have not kept you abreast of Bruno's progress to health or his forever home. I will say "Bruno, sit!" twenty times and make a donation to a no kill shelter.

This morning, Dr. Clary will make a drive-by stop at our house on her day off to check on Bruno's right eye, which is still healing from a shallow ulcer she spotted earlier this month. Bruno is very tired of me trying to squirt various oinments in it, but even I can see the ulcer and it bothers him. We can only speculate on its origins--whether his entropion caused it or it is a complication of the laser surgery--but it is tiresome to all. With his shaved eye area, pinky-red eyelid tissue, and tendency to wince, he looks a bit like he just recovered from a fist-fight.

Overall, Bruno is doing extremely well. No longer in constant pain, no longer on pain-killers, his ear infection cleared up, worms gone, and enjoying a steady diet of Nutro and love, he is positively a joyous puppy. He's willful and throws his weight around, but he truly wants to please.

A little over a week ago, he met the man who was interested in adopting him and it went well. We made tentative arrangements for him to meet the man's roommate and other dog, but neither side followed through that weekend. It was a long weekend for us. We were heartbroken at the thought of giving him up. I cried all the way to Kingsbury Animal Hospital that Saturday morning anticipating his departure. We never expected to get so deeply attached. We have plenty to take care of around here without him and every time he makes a mistake and say, chews the corner off the coffee table, I think "well, that's it. He needs to go to his forever home." But then I spray the room with sour apple stuff and he nuzzles into my hip for a rub and I forgive him.

Still, we thought that the problem was more ours than his. We thought he would make the transition to his forever home just fine. Who were we fooling? I knew we were in trouble when we were leaving for work one morning and just before we pulled away, I realized I had forgotten something and had to run back up to the house for it. When I got to the door I heard Bruno on the other side. Crying. Like a baby.

Another day I watched from the kitchen as Bruno and Greta played in the backyard. Usually, their games involved Greta needling Bruno constantly until he reacted, but on this day I saw that their game had evolved. Bruno was crouched in the "down dog" yoga position, "hiding" behind a red rubber ball and preparing to pounce on Greta who was supposes to be acting like she couldn't see him, but actually was standing there barking until Bruno made his move. Which he did, and they did a joyous hot lap around the yard bouncing and flinging themselves at one another. They do more than cohabitate, they have formed a bond.

As I write this, Bruno lies at my side. Jay and I know that we cannot let him go, that he found us. As the vet tech said to me, he chose us for a reason. He bonded so quickly, so deeply, that I think it would almost be cruel to place him in another home at this point. Oh sure, his new people would love him and work with him and he'd come to bond with them, but I worry that he'd always feel a stab of insecurity, that he'd develop an attachment disorder. Like any of us who've been loved and left, he'd wonder if he could ever trust anyone again. And at his size, with his jaws, his grief could be problemmatic. As it is, when he goes ballistic with energy, you best stand back. He is still shy meeting men; you can tell from his fearful approach that he expects to be hit. Past the initial meeting, he'll settle down. Is it really fair to bounce him around to another home if we have a choice?

Years ago I became a foster parent, primarily to take care of one troubled young boy who would have wound up in the system, medicated and slated for a future in prison. He was a wonderful young boy and in our short time together, I did the best I could to redirect his fate. I haven't heard from him in a few years now, but I know he's doing well. It's a long story and not one I have time to tell here, but the point is, I realized first hand what an emotional toll fostering and being fostered can exact. In the best of all situations, love underscores all interactions. Yet the knowledge that this encounter will be brief can be excruciating. At least it is for me. I never foster parented again because I knew I didn't have the emotional stamina for it. I get too attached. Why did I think it was going to be different with Bruno?

Perhaps I project my attachment disorder on the dog. Perhaps not. Maybe we really are soulmates and I put up with chewed furniture, hours of extra housekeeping, another several months of training a young dog (which we have so recently done with our Greta) for a higher spiritual reason. Perhaps there is a zen lesson in all of this seemingly menial work.

The fact is, Bruno is family now. In spite of our best intentions, we aren't ready to go through the heartbreak of losing him.

The community who has come out to support him is remarkable and I feel so lucky to have experienced the love and support for an abused and homeless dog from folks who haven't even met him. Along the way, so many of you opened your wallets and also shared stories of your own amazing rescue dogs. I was delighted to learn how many of you out there work with animal shelters. And I am also amazed to learn how many no kill shelters are out there, doing the difficult work of rescuing and nurturing homeless animals of all stripes with very little public awareness. There's a proverbial underground animal rescue network out there that is full of unsung heroes.

Yes, we are keeping Bruno. And heartfelt thanks go out to all of you who helped him through his crisis. You were so generous that we do have funds left over from his surgeries which we will be donating to Rainbow Rescue, who have been so helpful and supportive of our mini rescue effort.

I'll be posting updates--at least a few more--as I can.

Brunophile

Sorry I've been busy fitting life into my Bruno schedule and I've fallen behind in my Brunoblog.

Bruno's checkup Tuesday went well. His eyes are on the mend at last. We discovered that he had a small surface ulcer on his right eye which is probably why he bothered it to begin with. We have different eye creams to apply and are hopeful that by his Saturday checkup the ulcer will show significant improvement.

I realize from the kind words of encouragement I've received since the last blog that I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and worried about Bruno. In keeping up with his various health issues here, I've neglected to convey how truly rewarding it has been to spend time with this magnificent being. Bruno is gentle and even tempered and loving. He is even cheerful when he's not chock full of painkillers. He plays well with our beagle/pointer/hound mix Greta and would probably get along with our cat, Gunther, if he wasn't completely fried by Bruno's presence. He's merely curious when folks come to the front door, and though a bit shy of men he meets, if they are gentle in their approach, he responds in kind. He's great with my 9 year old son.

He is still learning to be housebroken, but has the basic concept. If I don't pay attention to his signals or throw off the schedule too much, he has accidents in the kitchen. But he is not marking furniture.

Bruno loves to have his head scratched and will come up and lay his head in your lap for attention. He's doing pretty well at sitting on command and comeing and going on his leash as requested. We're going to start walks again now that he's feeling better--weather permitting. Since he sees so much better, he's noticing things he never saw before. On Saturday at the vet, he notices the little iron sculptures on the wall for the first time. I am quite curious to see what walks will be like now that he can see what's going on across the street, down the block, etc.

Bruno had a visit with Patrick, who is interested in adopting him. We're going to do another visit this weekend with Patrick, his roommate, and his roommate's dog, Waylen. My major reservation is that Patrick has not yet committed to staying in St. Louis the rest of Bruno's natural life.

I am numb from exhaustion and so will end here. Again, much thanks to everyone's generous support and encouragement. And very special thanks to Kingsbury Animal Hospital where everyone has gone above and beyond the call of duty to give this incredible American bulldog a chance at a happy, long life.

I feel bad about my neck

"Can you recommend an eye cream for someone whose had surgery on their eyelids and has irriated, almost burned skin?"

I was at the Aveda store. One of the saleswomen seemed horrified and said "that person" should talk to their doctor. The other woman tried to help, talking to me about the various eye creams they carried. When I finally settled on one, I felt bad about her tactful confusion and so I confessed. "It's not for me, really. It's for a dog." I explained about Bruno, about how his corrective eye surgery has had some unwanted results--what should have been a straightforward recovery has turned in to a protracted and complicated effort to alleviate pain, keep him from rubbing his eyelids and speed the rejuvenation of the skin around his eyes, which is presently raw and oozing. An unexpected and unwelcome outcome.

The saleswoman was very compassionate--"I used to work for a veterinarian," she told me. She recommended aloe, which I had already planned to buy, and I picked out an eye cream that seemed soothing and rejuvenating, one that I could use when Bruno was through.

It has been a challenging weekend. For one thing, as soon as I finished writing this post, my computer crashed and I am now rewriting it. But more importantly, Bruno is now sporting his second Elizabethan collar because yesterday he managed to crack it into pieces bumping into one too many objects. Then, before we could react, he started pawing his bad eye--the right, brown one that had to be restitched on Thursday when he tore the first stitches pawing at it--and it looked like he had torn the stitches again.

Jay headed to the pet store for a new collar and I began to cry with frustration and a sense of failure. This poor dog's eye looked, frankly, terrible. What have we done, I thought. How can this be good? When will he ever feel better? Do I have what it takes to get him through this? Already Saturday morning I had been to the vet for special food because he had developed a case of the runs. Dr. Clary and I debated painkillers--the really intense narcotic or the less intense, standard post-op painkiller. Now it looked like things were worse.

My minor breakdown alarmed both dogs and they tried to comfort me in their canine way. This only made me started crying again, but I pulled myself together and called Dr. Clary, who told me to come right over, even though the clinic was closed and she was about to leave. The good news was that he hadn't torn his stitches. The bad news was that somehow the laser surgery had burned his eyelids and they were not healing as quickly as they were supposed to. (I remind readers that Dr. Clary did not do the eye surgery. ) She recommended eye cream of the regular over-the-counter type, nonsteroidal.

It's too soon to tell if the creams will work or predict when we can take that cone off, start finding him a home in earnest. It's really hard to think that one day he won't be here anymore, because we are both getting attached. But we can't. For one thing, our cat, Gunther, doesn't like being confined to the second floor. For another, we're on bookseller salaries and our household is all we can afford. (I'm sick of telling myself that over and over, and you're probably tired of it too.)

This morning on her NPR program "Speaking of Faith", Krista Tippett interviewed Katie Payne, an accoustic biologist who has spent her life observing whales and elephants. Katie Payne had many amazing things to say but one stood out in particular. She was talking about elephants' capacity for compassion towards elephants to whom they are not related, but her observation seemed worth thinking about in a larger context. Her words went sort of like this: "Community responsibility, when it's managed well, results in peace. And peace benefits everyone. Taking care of someone or something to which you're not immediately genetically related pays you back in other dimensions and the payback is part of your well being. Compassion is useful and beneficial for all."

Peace.

Meet the Coneheads

Bruno, Greta (our dog) and I got a good night's sleep in the living room last night. I didn't give him any morphine but this morning Jay pointed out that the drugs were for pain as well as to calm him down, and Dr. Clary verified this when I called her to ask about his refusal to take a leak. I was concerned because he had not "voided" since we picked him up at 6 pm last night. This morning when I put Bruno on his lead and took him out to the backyard, every time he approached his favorite tree, his cone collided with it and scared him off.

"Go ahead and take off the cone," Dr. Clary said. "You'll get it back on him. Just put him in a corner where he can't back off . Be firm."

Yeah, right. But he had to pee so I took off the cone and took him back out. It worked. And so did my efforts to replace the cone. I administered his eyedrops, eardrops, morphine and treats and pretty soon he was napping nicely.

We took a walk later in the day sans cone and he is noticing everything. It's like he has peripheral vision for the first time in his life and every little thing startles him.

Tonight he met Cody again, Jay's 14 year-old son. The first time, he was confined to his crate and he growled and barked. This time we all acted excited to see Cody and Bruno sort of got caught up in the excitement. Then there was a moment when it seemed he remembered Cody and growled uncertainly. I stepped in, nudged Bruno aside and gave Cody a hug. Then Cody fed him his favorite dog food treats and Cody is now Bruno's friend for life, death and the hereafter. During dinner, Bruno sat at Cody's side with his best "I'm such a good dog" expression and his tail wagging.

He's still groggy and subject to sudden freakouts when his cone collides with something and makes a lot of noise, but he's a trooper. And he's lost none of his bulldog strength.

Years ago when my 35 pound, short-legged, long-bodied mutt Kareem went through various surgeries--knee surgery, two cancers--he spent quite a lot of time in a cone. But he was so small relative to Bruno that it feels like I did my canine nursing training in miniature. With Bruno, I can put my full weight into him trying to nudge him around and if he is unwilling, that's pretty much that. But that's part of his appeal, his stoic charm. Even as Greta nips about his neck trying to get a game started, he barely notices her through the milky plastic of his "Elizabethan collar." (Thank you Jay for reminding me of its proper name). We're a pretty high strung bunch around here but very little seems to phase Bruno. Except sharp noises amplified by his cone-shaped collar.

I had forgotten how all-consuming nursing an ailing dog can be. As with any nursing, the day is measured by small successes: I got him to eat from my hand, he has peed on a tree, he let me force the cone over his head, I only have one more dose of eyedrops to do today, and so on. But how like life, we'll add up these little moments and one day there will be a handsome healthy dog with great eyes. Whereever he is, whether we still spend time with him or not, we'll look back on this week of medicine and delicate negotiation and sleepless nights with fondness.

Here's Looking at You Kid

Hospital Days

Well, it has been a rough couple of days. Bruno came through his surgery great. When we picked him up Wednesday evening he was loopy but bright-eyed. Dr. Tim Holt, a travelling surgeon, did the laser work and Dr. Plam Clary, with Kingsbury Animal Hospital and also a mobile veterinarian, did the neutering. Bruno's team of specialists did an excellent job. Even though he was fairly whacked on anesthesia and pain killers, he sat up in the back seat of the car and looked around at the world as if he had never seen it before, his one white eye and one brown eye sparkling. His eyelids looked so great I'm thinking of giving Dr. Holt a call myself.

Bruno was so loopy that we assumed he'd settle right down once home but Noooo, he stood all evening until crate time and instead of falling nicely to sleep, he began to worry his eyes with his paws. We realized we'd have to watch him. It was snowing, it was very late, the only place to get a big hideous cone for his head was the emergency animal clinc and we were "dog" tired. Jay took the couch and set Bruno up on his bed next to it but in spite of Jay's overnight efforts, Bruno managed to rub his eyes until they bled.

I took him by the clinic on the way to work and when Dr. Clary was able to examine him, she realized he had torn some subcutaneous stitches in one eye and would need another surgery.
More anesthesia. And stronger narcotics this time plus a cone. He's going to need several days of close monitoring until his eyes don't bother him and he doesn't bother them. The second surgery went well and Kingsbury once again was incredibly generous with their resources. Bruno, it seems, captures everyone's heart.

As I write this, he is at our feet, having managed to arrange himself in a more or less dog-like fashion on his bed. He required a little assistance to get his legs all going in the proper directions because he is definitely on the good stuff tonight. It's my turn for couch duty and I hope the narcotics work.

Still, we can't believe how great this dog is. We can't believe how fabulous Kingsbury Animal Hospital has been, how generous Dr. Clary is and how many people have rallied to save him. Including Rainbow Rescue and Stray Animal Rescue. I hope the man who contacted us about possibly adopting him answers my email because we are anxious to know Bruno's future. It's hard to get this attached knowing we can't keep him and yet not knowing what to plan for.

Today when I dropped Bruno off at the clinic, I met a man who has three dogs he rescued. He showed me pictures on the clinic bulletin board of two others he rescued who have passed. "I keep their ashes in little urns on the mantle with a photo and a prayer," he said. Two of his rescue dogs are sisters he picked up from he intersection of Grand and Gravois (I think I got that right) when they were just about 7 weeks old. They're pit-pointer mixes, two years old now.

At the other end of my day, Aaron Belz dropped in the store to round up a couple of Jens who are reading tonight at the Observable Readings "Ten Jens" event taking place at the Schlafly Bottleworks. The conversation turned to Bruno (of course) and he said his family dog, a shepherd/black lab mix, was a rescue. "We don't say no to her," he said. "We can't. She was abused for the first two years of her life and just the word no scares her to death."

Not only have folks opened their hearts for Bruno, but how many are also opening their hearts everyday to dogs in need who don't make headlines?