Category: Shubi

Shubi had her summer hair cut. I think it came out well, and she thinks so too. Can you see her smile?

It’s late morning, and the little bugger has perked up. I called the Vet and they said to give the antibiotics another day to work. Seems she is a little better now. So, I’ll keep her on the bland diet and the meds and see how it goes. Talk about being a nervous mother!

My little pumpkin isn’t much better this morning. Shubi got me up at 5:45 and was out with the tummy ache again. I’ve been so careful feeding her the Science Diet ID food and I cleaned all the dog water dishes with bleach. But still she isn’t well. So at 8:30 when the office opens I’m going to call the Vet. I’ll run her in and see what they have to say. Maybe a change of medication, or something would help.

Okay. Now that May is ending, do you think we will start to see some warmth and sunshine? I was up really early this morning with Shubi. She had a little tummy ache. I had hoped that this would mean I would see a little glimpse of the sun, but no. It was cloudy, foggy, cold and wet. Now that pretty much sums up all of May, doesn’t it?
I had to go out and shop for the stuff I forgot last Saturday at the grocery store, as well as get Shubi’s medication from the Vet. I’m a little concerned about Shubi right now. She’s just not her usual self. I’m kind of hoping that with a different diet and the medication she will bounce back. I always get stressed when Shubi isn’t 100%. She is my special girl and I really worry.

This is a picture that was taken in Bavaria about 6 years ago. We’d gone over to visit our friends who own Shubi’s brother, Toni, and we went for this long walk through the Black Forest. Shubi right by my side. It’s hard to believe Shubi will be 10 in December. She is the most loving, loyal and sweet dog I have ever had.

A year and a half ago my old girl Shubi got very ill. In a week she went from being a normal 7 year old dachshund, to a very ill pupper. It was terrible. We were on vacation in Florida when this happened. We brought her to a specialist in Orlando, who gave us the news that she had GME and the chances were good that she would never recover. GME is not curable. It is a progressive auto immune disease of the Central Nervous System that usually claims the lives of it’s victims in less than one year. We hurried back to New Hampshire and saw another specialist. She suggested an experimental treatment. Chemotherapy. So we gave it a go.
Meanwhile, I started my search for a new wirehaired dachshund. A woman I had written to in Germany suggested I contact a breeder she knew there. Fortunately Hubby is fluent in German and we called and arranged to get a female pup from his dogs.
So, last May we flew over and picked up our Greta and brought her back. She is a feisty little girl and she immediately took over our house and our hearts.
Then something amazing started to happen. Shubi started to get well! Her last chemo treatment was in November, and since then we have reduced her Prednisone and she is well. She runs around like a puppy and plays with the other two dogs.
Shubi is now 9 1/2 years old. I can see her making her 10th birthday and I am happy!