Winter in St. Louis never seemed to end; the crocuses, daffodils, and flowering trees were given a cold reception with late and persistent snowfalls. Very pretty, I must say, and unbelievably the blooms seemed not to suffer.
When is one truly grateful for a snowfall? When it helps to diagnose a beloved pet's medical condition of which you had no idea!
Oh, this could be the composition of an abstract painting, but it's not. Thank heavens for the snow, I observed there to be pink snow cone rather than the desirable yellow variety. I took Chewy to the vet right away. Cystotomy surgery was immediately called for. He had stones in his bladder.
This stone was almost the size of a nickel It is composed of calcium oxalate monohydrate 90% and calcium oxalate dihydrate 10%. I think it is ferocious and interesting at the same time! One can imagine that it might have caused Chewy some discomfort.
I asked the vet to save me the little culprits. There were about 10 of these small, gravel sized pieces.
Here is the happy boy after his operation, looking part poodle with his shaved forearm to better accommodate the IV. He really does seem happier, and is playful with Alice as he never was since she joined the household a year ago. He hadn't appeared to be in pain, but if not for the tell-tale snow, a crisis of blockage was averted. Must have felt like this...
Le monde invisible (The Invisible World)
Oil on canvas, 77 x 51 5/8 inches
Aahh...a beautiful painting about a handsome rock...or is it about something else? Illusion or allusion?
The OTHER problem with Chewy was a wretched hangover of steroids to treat his skin allergy issues. His appearance was downright embarrassing. Chewbacca's new name became Bareback Mountain; seeming to be half orangutan and half dog. I was ready to consult with Dr. Dogskin, the dermatologist, but his regular vet, Dr. Loehnig advised, "Let's treat one problem at a time." So we fixed the inside and then worked on the outside. Fortunately now the patch is all grown in with a new crop of silky fur.
Speaking of stones, here is a home that likes to rock and roll! The entire yard is filled with indiscriminate rubble. There are Zen gardens and then there aren't...but I do believe the homeowner is proud of her creation. I usually reserve making judgments about what some may call ugly, gross, or disgusting. In nature, I am in awe of the endless variations in form, color and design. I would argue that ugliness is impossible; interesting, perhaps. In art, too, it is important to keep an open mind. It's not always just a pretty picture that is determined a masterpiece!