In the beginning

So, way back in the beginning I started this blog to show the every day life with our Frenchie Rosie, but life was busy and it was easier to do that on Instagram and there were privacy concerns about the kids and well, I left it alone.  And also fibro sort of took over my life and since I’ve got the space, I thought I would use the blog to talk about life with fibro.

So here’s how it all started – back in April 2008 I had surgery on my sinuses to fix a deviated septum which was hopefully going to help me with all of the recurring sinus infections I was having (which was basically one great big infection that never went away).  I healed really well from the surgery and I felt really great because I could finally breath through my nose!  But then about six weeks after the surgery I caught a cold from one of my germy kids and then another and then another which turned into a sinus infection and when I went back to my ENT, they did a culture of the infection and I had a staph infection (similar to MRSA, but not the same strain) so they put me on some heavy duty antibiotics and sent me on my way.

About three weeks later I went back in to the ENT because I still felt like I had a sinus infection – the pain and pressure in my face – and he did a CT scan which showed that there was absolutely NOTHING inside my sinuses!  Not even a single booger.  Clean as a whistle!  So, at that point he gave me a shot of migraine medication in the butt and passed me on to a headache specialist because he figured that I just had a migraine even though I had NONE of the symptoms of migraines. (Basically, I felt like I had a sinus infection, but without all of the stuff in the sinuses which actually MAKES one have a sinus infection)

So, at this point I’m taking about 2-3 times above the recommended daily amount of Aleve and Advil to try to bring me some relief and I’ve got an appointment with this hotshot migraine guy who has a three-month wait for an appointment because he’s so in demand.

I finally get in to see him and he tells me flat out that I don’t have migraines and that he’s sorry I wasted my time, but he also doesn’t give me any other options.  So I go to my primary care doctor and ask her for help.  She puts me on a medication called Tramadol which is a pretty decent pain medication, until you build up a tolerance for it.  Which I did after just a few months.  And I wasn’t sleeping because the pain was so severe.  (Think stabbing in your eyeballs severe)

She was very reluctant about prescribe anything stronger because she was very concerned about the DEA investigating her.  (this is a total crock – there are a total of TWO DEA Agents to investigate ALL of the doctors in Washington State.  The HotShot Headache Guy told me this) but she gave me 30 vicodin to help me sleep at night.  (there were TONS of other things she could have given me to help me sleep better!)

Anyway, after a few months, I tell her that the Tramadol isn’t working anymore and the vicodin only lasts for a couple of hours and she basically fires me as a patient  – the best thing she could have done, although it was rough at the time.

SO, I went on the hunt for a pain doctor.

Life with Rosie and now Dash too!

The last two-and-a-half months with Rosie have been so much fun and we love Frenchies so stinking much that we made the decision to add another one to our household. We’d hoped that when Rosie got older she would be a good candidate for breeding and we found her a compatible mate. He’s just two months younger than her so she isn’t robbing the cradle too much and when they are both fully mature he will likely outweigh her.

Meet Dash

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Snoring Beauty

Most Frenchies snore to some degree. Some snore deeply like freight trains. Rosie has a very delicate snore befitting her personality. It’s very cute and very sweet but very persistent.

Here’s Rosie sleeping.

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From there to now…

Right away when we got Rosie it was easy to see that she had this amazing personality.  She was loving, calm (for a puppy), she was so smart and funny and I wanted to have the ability to share all of these funny adventures with the world.

On the first day home, she enjoyed playing with a mirror we had set up against the wall; admiring the other puppy in the mirror!

That first week, I took her to Bug’s first grade class.  Rosie hadn’t had all her shots, so the kids could only pet her on her back, so one-by-one each of the first graders pet her while she sat quietly in my lap.  She was so relaxed with all of the attention that she fell asleep.

Rosie loved to make up or play games – we had a stuffed raccoon that had belonged to our Shih Tzu and she just never played with it so it sat in the toy basket for months.  Rosie comes along and she decides that this raccoon is going to be hers and no one else’s.  She takes this raccoon and plays with it, running around with it in her mouth, squeaking it, etc.  But when she is done playing with it, she runs around the house or the yard and tries to find the very best place to hide the raccoon so that Daisy can’t find it.

If she was hiding it outside, she would hide it in one of the crevices in the rock wall we have in our back yard.  It was pretty cute and funny especially given that she was only 8-10 weeks old at the time!

Now at four months old, Rosie is still the same sweet, goofy girl who loves to give kisses.

Rosie Comes Home

Rosie is our French Bulldog.  She came to live with our family on May 5, 2012.  It was a whirlwind of activity that week as I spoke to the breeder and made the arrangements to go pick her up in Spokane.  When she arrived, we didn’t have any of the necessary pet stuff for her even though we already had a dog at home.  We’d never had a puppy before and they required so much more stuff than our just barely older rescue dog.  We walked into the store and bought leashes and collars in different sizes for her to grow into and a playpen for her to sleep in and lots of puppy food.  Bones for her to chew on and toys to play.  Our first visit took almost two hours as we shopped and she charmed everyone in the store with her little squishy face.

From the store I took her home and introduced her to our other dog, Daisy, and they immediately are best pals.  I show her the backyard and start the tedious process of potty training.

The kids have decided they want a dog that will sleep with them, but until Rosie is potty trained, she must sleep with me.  She cuddles up with me like a newborn baby, sleeping in the crook of my arm.  She snores with a very light, peaceful snore and she sleeps very deeply for hours at a time except when she goes potty in the middle of the night.  She’s very good about letting me know that she needs to go.

 

 

Rosie Sleeps on the Airplane