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Cone of Shame

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For a mangy gang of farm dogs, our pups have had their share Beverly Hill’s surgeries. Yes, each and every one of our puppies have, at one time, gone under the knife for the same procedures the rich and pampered ladies of L.A. pay big bucks for.

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When Winnie, our English Bulldog, was a puppies she went in for an eye lift. (Her Upper lid was so droopy it was causing her eyelashes to rub against her eye. This surgery was needed to prevent blindness.

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A few years later Ellie May, our Bashar (Bassett Hound/Shar pei mix), had to get her ears “quilted.” (This was a result of her breaking the blood vessels in her ears from banging them off walls and furniture.)

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This past week Olive went under the knife to have her stomach stapled. (This wasn’t a weight loss procedure. We discovered that when Toby responded to the vet’s plan with, “Ok, but I’m up next!”) Rather this was a preventative measure they decided to take while she was already opened up and under anesthesia for her spaying.

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Great Danes, like some other dogs with large chest cavities, run a risk of their stomach flipping. This is quite often fatal as you don’t realize the problem until it is too late. So far we have taken preventative measures by feeding her three small meals a day instead of one large meal, as well as not letting her run or play for 30 minutes after eating.

This surgery makes it so it is pretty much impossible for the stomach to flip.

While they were inside her, spaying her, they went ahead and stapled a portion of her stomach lining to the wall of her chest cavity. Hopefully this prevents any future medical issues.

She came home the evening of her surgery tired, sore, and sporting a cone of shame that would eventually lead to the rest of us being tired and sore!

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I know many of you have experienced the challenge, following getting a puppy “fixed,” of keeping a recovering puppy still and calm in the week following surgery. It is no easy feat. Now imagine keeping a 100 pound, emotionally needy, hyperactive Great Dane puppy quiet and still for 10 days after surgery and you can understand our fatigue.

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Prior to surgery she was a clingy pup, as is typical with this breed, but following surgery she is a complete baby and refuses to leave my side or the side of any family member in the area.

Olive is a leaner. She must always be touching someone. She will either stand on your feet and lean against your legs, stand in front of you pressing her head against your stomach, or follow you around so closely that if you abruptly turn there is a collision. This is just part of the charm and challenge of Great Dane ownership. (Which is why she is an ideal therapy companion for Tyler)

Now add to that personality a sharp edged plastic cone and you end up with bruised and bleeding family members. She doesn’t seem to understand that she is limited and has spent the last week tearing up our legs with every lean, and knocking over every breakable in the house as she forces her cone covered self through spaces she used to be able to fit through.

Just when I thought we were in the home stretch of things returning to normal, she broke out of the house when backs were turned, and then proceeded to run, jump, and pirouette around the front yard, in joyful exuberance…finally free of the leash she has been walked on since surgery.

The result: torn stitches, internal bleeding and  round 2 of surgery.

So here we are, back to day 3 of recovery.

So if you stop by and find us all wearing snow suits and shin guards in this 78 degree heat you’ll know why.

The Cone of Shame is Back in Play!

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Meet Olive!

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Well, we are home.

And while home is a lovely place to be I must admit the transition from life as a gypsy back to a life filled with schedules, appointments, farm chores, phone calls, and responsibility has been a tough adjustment.

I finally feel like I have my footing again and have adjusted to the point that I can blog and share what is new with us at Patchwork Farm.

I wasn’t the only one who struggled with the adjustment from life on the road back to life at home. It was an interesting experiment in character and temperament to see which kids relished the nomadic lifestyle and which ones struggled with life on the road.

Overall  everyone did well and enjoyed our once in a lifetime adventure, but some “thrived” while others simply “managed.”

This was most notable with our two youngest.

I anticipated that this trip might challenge Ozzie. Ozzie is a child who does best with a rigid routine, predictability, quiet time, and opportunities to isolate from others. This trip offered little of that. In the months leading up to our trip we worked with our therapist to identify possible struggles and make a plan that Ozzie could use to find some quiet time in our travels. Even with that preparation this lifestyle was not one that suited Ozzie’s temperament and he struggled with the abundance of family togetherness, a tough thing for Reactive Attachment kids.

For a child with Reactive Attachment Disorder and Autism, a life of living on the road, with intense family bonding experiences and little routine or predictability, is very hard.

He loved the vacation. He loved the sites and the opportunities to see and learn but there was a noticeable exhale of relief when we pulled into the driveway and he could run up to his room and shut the door.

Tyler on the other hand came to life on this vacation. He was a different child. He was joyful and engaged. He was extroverted and confident. He was eager to learn and willingly put himself in social situations that would have shut him down emotionally had we been at home.

For a child with PTSD and ADHD, a life of constant changing experiences, exciting new sights, and new people to meet, all while living in close proximity to the people who bring a sense of safety and security, resulted in miraculous changes.

Tyler’s anxiety all but disappeared as he spent 24/7 surrounded by people who could keep him safe, all within arm reach from any corner of the bus.

Coming home has been hard for Tyler.

On the first night home he broke down in tears and asked, “Why can’t we just all live in the bus?”

I often tell people that we could not have adopted little boys who were more different.. They are extreme opposites in their looks, stature, strengths, weaknesses and even in their struggles. This extreme contradiction makes parenting them a challenge because in my efforts to meet the needs of one child I am giving the other child the opposite of what they stand in need of. Case in point: this trip. One thrived. One struggled. Now that we are home the other is thriving and little brother struggles.

It is a challenging juggling act and that description is a simplification of reality because there are also three other children and a husband whose wants and needs need to be considered.

It seems that, whether right or wrong, my way of meeting the diverse needs of everyone is to “triage.” I do this by meeting the needs of the child most in crisis at the moment, as I shared in this previous blog post:

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I now find myself trying to save Tyler from a heart gushing wound as he faces the fears that have consumed him for years but have reemerged after a two month vacation that did more to address his anxiety than all the medication management in the world.

Tyler’s early childhood has a storyline that would shake you to the core and leave you sleepless. The horrors of Hollywood films don’t hold a candle to the horrors he experienced at the hands of the very people that were entrusted to protect him. The result is severe PTSD. He lives with constant fear but is debilitated by the fears that awake as night approaches. Like most little boys he fears the monsters that lurk in the dark corners of his room. The difference, however, is he knows what the faces of those monsters look like. He knows they are real. He knows the hurts they can inflict, and he is terrified they will return.

For over a year Tyler’s anxiety has increased. I won’t go into all that results from such severe trauma memories but suffice it to say that I am dead on my feet after a 4-5 hour bedtime routine every night. My heart breaks for him and rages against the adults responsible. I consider myself a forgiving individual but after parenting the trauma inflicted on both my boys by the very people that were supposed to protect them I am convinced there is a special corner of hell reserved for those that hurt the innocents of the world.

About a year ago, as we were discussing treatment options with Tina, our therapist, she suggested a emotional support dog for Tyler. She shared that she had been praying about Tyler and how to help him and this came to mind. She spoke of the success she has seen with a friend that raises and trains dogs for soldiers returning from Afghanistan who also suffer from PTSD.

Long story, short, we spent this last year praying for the right dog and the right time and through a series of “God-incidences” we find ourselves with a new addition.

Her name is Olive.

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She is a 10 week old Great Dane.

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It was after speaking with the trainer and her suggestions for breeds that would be a good match for Tyler that we decided on Olive.

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We needed a breed that had a impressive, threatening stature that Tyler could believe would physically be able to protect him from the father he believes is going to try to come and kill him,

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Olive’s Dad.

 

but also a breed that is incredibly gentle and loyal.

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Olive came home on Monday night.

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Tyler has slept in his room with Olive at his feet ever since.  For the first time in over a year we have been able to get him to sleep in his room without acting out in his anxiety with destructive or self-injurious behaviors. He has fallen asleep within minutes rather than fighting to stay awake for hours  in fear of what will happen when he closes his eyes.

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He finally feels safe.

I wish I could convey the weight that has been lifted from this Momma’s shoulders. I could weep with joy at the rest I see in Tyler’s body and the peace I see in his eyes.

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Toby leaves to go back to Michigan to finish my sister’s addition in a day or two and he will be gone for 6 weeks. This will be the true test of Tyler’s confidence and trust in Olive. With Daddy gone can he still feel safe?

I pray that is the case!