OK, I didn’t kill my dog but he certainly gave me the opportunity to practice everything I have been studying the past few years. Walter is 13 going on 14, has cancer, has lost most of the muscle mass in his back legs, can’t hear but he’s still feisty. We are off to enjoy our annual stay in a cabin in Dahlonega Georgia. Typically our trip includes daily hikes on different trails through out the area. The dogs demand their hikes. Once we are out of bed and they are fed the excitement is palatable. Every movement we make the dogs are jumping around following us in anticipation of their adventure.
Before we left home we were contemplating how we could leave Walter behind at the cabin when we went hiking. Should we take turns leaving the one of the other dogs home with him? We knew we could not leave him home alone. After a lot of back and forth on our 8 hour ride we decided, no, we would look for short loops that would not have a lot of elevation and reevaluate his condition on a day-to-day basis. Continue reading “I Think I Killed My Dog or How I Used Natural Healing to Help My Dog”