Sadie Visits a Chiropractor

Tomorrow Sadie will see yet another health care professional to try and help her live a normal life. After picking her up from spring break, it was apparent that she overdid it in the running department. I'm sure she had a great week playing with the other dogs including her brother Riggs (who is at least 25 pounds smaller than her! I thought the males were supposed to be bigger?!). In fact, she was so sore the next day that she couldn't hold herself up walking down our stairs.

As time went on, she regained her strength and the soreness has worn off a bit. I visited a wholistic vet but wasn't all that impressed with her trying to figure out how she could help Sadie so onto a chiropractor. She actually works on humans and has a certification to also treat animals. She does actually work on a number of canine patients with Wobbler's Disease (which is what Sadie has been diagnosed with and had surgery for that we think did nothing to help her walk normally again and reverse her symptoms).

Anyway, Sadie has really turned into the biggest lover out there. Adler would rest her head upon my knee every so often and literally "purr" with contentedness but Sadie will crawl right up next to you or in your lap and literally shower you with kisses. She's such a lover and she's settled down and turned into such a great dog (one who you still need to watch because she'll still steal your shoe - not to eat it but to slober in it!). She loves when I make lunches for the kids (because of course I give her some of their lunch); she loves going for rides in the car (and won't take you're staying home for an answer sometimes); she continues to sleep in her crate in our room (even though we don't latch the door on it) and squeeze herself between our chairs and at the base of our kitchen island when Hailey and I eat lunch (she prefers being in small spaces even though she's a big dog); and she essentially kicked me out of my spot on the couch which has now become her spot. It's okay though because I get to cuddle up right next to her and the couch isn't that nice anyway (which is why I don't mind that she has one little spot on it).

I'm hoping tomorrow goes well and the third time is a charm with the chiropractor. Maybe she'll only need a few chiropractic treatments each year for the rest of her life? I'm willing to do that for her as long as it helps her be able to walk without dragging her paws and eventually be able to run and play again without it crippling her afterwards. Fingers crossed!