Tuesday, April 26, 2011

An attack of the heart

The last time my mom let me slobber on the computer I told you that my dad's daughter was coming to visit after his stroke.  Well, she did. That's her on the left and I'm trying to get her attention.  Anyway, the very next day....we had lots more excitement.
     Right after lunch my dad got sick and he said it was what Katy gave him to drink, some "healthy" stuff.  After that, he complained about "gas."  Now, I know about gas.  I can clear a room in five seconds.  Even Caesar can clear a room and he's a quarter of my size. Well, my dad didn't clear a room but he said his stomach hurt a lot.  So my mom called the doctor and she raced into town to get some medicine. Caesar and I rode along. THEN, he said his chest hurt but he was sure it was gas and to give the medicine time to work.  I hung out in their room and Caesar curled next to him on the bed.
     In the evening, Katy went to bed and my mom was at the computer when my dad called to her.  She went right in to him and he said now his heart was doing very strange things so she said we were going to the emergency room. We know where that is.  We were there two weeks before.
    But she didn't take us.  Instead they hurried into the garage and into the car.  But it wouldn't start!  So they got into the truck.  Now, I always go with my dad when he's in the truck but not this time! What was happening?
    My mom got the truck into gear and off they went.
    About three hours later my uncle Ellis arrived to get my aunt Katy to take her to the hospital.  They left us home again!  They said something about the doctors stopping his heart and getting it started again and that he was having a stent placed, whatever a stent is.
    Finally, almost when the sun was coming up, Katy and my mom came home.  My dad had had something called a "heart attack".  I didn't see anything attack his heart.  I would NEVER let anything attack my dad.  Neither would Caesar but this time what attacked his heart came from inside it.  Well, a dog can't be expected to do anything about that!
   The next day we got to go in and see my dad because this hospital allows "pets" (such an uncommon name for how grand we really are) visit their parents even in intensive care. My mom took a picture of us in there but I didn't like how I looked so I'm not using it.  Instead, we're using this one where you can see that my dad is doing pretty well now that he's home. Lots of people come here to have him do things. My aunt Katy stayed extra days so my mom could do her work with her new book.
    I'm sure glad my dad made it and that my mom knew how to drive the big truck.  And I'm REALLY glad that we live close enough to that emergency room place.  Otherwise my dad might not be alive.  At least that's what my mom says. Two assaults on his body in two weeks, that's a lot of misery.
    We are happy to have my dad back home recovering from that stroke and heart attack.  We'll give him extra hugs and be careful when he's walking with his walking stick around the house so he doesn't fall.  We'll stay on the look out for anything that might attack his heart.  Love your masters because you never know when something might attack them that you can't see.Woof!  Woof!  Bo


  1. Hey, Bo! Sure glad your dad is back home with you. I know it's scary when your best pal suddenly gets attacked. My master had to have triple bypass surgery a few years ago, and he walked very slowly after he came home from the hospital. I still don't get what "triple surgery" means, because he only had one operation, but I'm glad the doctors could fix both of our masters' hearts.

    One good thing for my master was the doctor's order to get out and walk every day. At first he only walked carefully up and down the driveway, but once he was fully recovered, he began walking farther from home and took me with him. Now we both get to walk a brisk two miles every single day, and boy! do I ever love that! Until your master can take you for walks you can keep him company at home... help keep his feet warm... maybe even fetch things for him if he's tired. For a while after my master's surgery he didn't seem to want to pick up anything he dropped.

    My mistress says she's praying for your master's full recovery. I like a full anything, so that sounds like a good thing to me.

    Woofies to you, Caesar and PB,
    Tynan the Black Lab

  2. Bo-

    Please give your Mom and Dad a hug and kiss from us. We love you all and are sending prayers to your Daddy for fast healing, to Mommy for peace and strength, and you to be a good strong boy for Ceasar adn the family! Love The Tippetts