Macy is home!

Hi, friends!

What a day! Poor Macy got a raw deal. Not only did she have her planned TPLO surgery to repair her torn ACL but she also had to have a meniscus repair on her right leg AND she has pyoderma – a bacterial skin infection.

Here’s what I heard Mom saying: dogs (and people) that tear their ACL have a 50% chance of rupturing their other ACL, and they have a 10% chance of tearing the meniscus after an ACL injury. The surgeon herself tore her ACL and shortly after her recovery, she tore her meniscus. Yikes!

Since Macy ended up having surgery on her right leg, the surgeon was able to remove the plate and screws from the last surgery. For her left ACL repair, the surgeon used an antimicrobial plate. The one she used previously on Macy’s right leg was just a standard plate (pics at the end). Her incisions don’t look as good as they did last time. Now she’s going to be a franken-puppy.

Anywho, Macy is on Cephalexin (antibiotic) for the next 21 days to prevent infection at the surgical sites and to clear up the pyoderma. She’s also on gabapentin and tramadol (pain relievers), plus her normal Previcoxx (anti-inflammatory) and joint supplements.

Right now she’s still super out of it. She won’t lay down. She keeps sitting with her legs straight out. She did fall asleep a couple of times but for the most part she’s fighting it. Mom won’t let me be on guard until bed time because the top of Macy’s kennel is off for right now and she doesn’t want me sneaking in there and licking her incisions. I would like to make it public record that I did give Macy to kisses on the nose when she got home. I’m not a monster you know!


Mom propping Macy up

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Right leg – meniscus repair and plate removal


Left leg- ACL repair



Old plate that was removed and piece of meniscus that was removed

I’ll be back with more info tomorrow! Thanks for all the POTP you sent ❤


Quick update

Dad and mom just had a pre-op consult with the orthopedic surgeon. Macy’s right leg IS messed up. She has a torn meniscus. It happens in 10% of patients after a torn ACL. So, she’s getting a double operation today: right meniscus and the originally planned left ACL. Please pray for my sister.

Tomorrow is D-Day

Not that D-Day! The day of Macy’s 2nd surgery.

Macy hasn’t been allowed to run since February 18th, the day before her 1st knee/tendon surgery. So this evening, Mom and Dad let her go nuts outside.


She didn’t do too much running because her legs were really bothering her tonight.


You may be wondering,  “Why were you skulking through the yard, Noodle?”

This is why:


I knew she would attack if she saw me!


“Mom, how do I get across the yard to you?”



“I’m an angel. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Don’t let that smile fool you. That girl is pure evil. Messed up legs and she can still get herself to run after me.

Once she was done pretending I was a squirrel, I told her how worried I was about her going for another surgery.


Please pay no mind to how dirty I look compared to Macy. It’s a figment of your imagination. I did not roll in the dirt and I do not need a bath.

Anywho, Mom will be in touch tomorrow after the surgery is over.

*ear licks*


Good morning, friends!

Wow! I haven’t been here in over a month! So much is happening so I’m just going to dive right in.


Doofus needs another surgery. On her OTHER leg for the same injury – torn ACL. It happens in more than 90% of ACL repairs. The other leg bears so much weight that it ends up getting damaged. She is scheduled to have the repair June 2.


I’m being left! Abandoned!

Mom and Dad are going on vacation for the first time in 4 years. We were all supposed to be getting boarded but then Dad’s daughter volunteered to come stay at our house for the week. Rudee is still being boarded because he’s a handful.

I would like to point out that I was not invited on said vacation. As such, the girls and I have been trying our hardest to make Mom and Dad feel super guilty. Check out some of our best moves:


“But how can you resist my chocolate eyeballs?”


“I feel so alone in the world.”


“Look how tiny I am, Dad! I won’t take up much room!”


“Mom, I’m scared to be alone.”


Unfortunately, so far I’ve still not received an invitation.

OMD! I almost forgot. Guess who DID get an invitation?! CHENEY!!! The cockatiel gets to go and I don’t. It’s ridiculous.


I’ll keep you posted on my vacation blues.


Macy’s 6-week Post-Op Vet Visit

Hello, friends!

Macy went to her 6-week follow up on Saturday.


Mom was super hopeful that Macy didn’t screw up her leg and Macy seemed to be a bit unsure all of a sudden.

30 minutes and 2 x-rays later, Macy was told that she was healing perfectly. The disgusting, poky lump at the end of her incision is apparently the edge of the plate. Mom is still very suspicious about this.

Macy has to increase her exercise and is allowed to go on “supervised jogs” starting next week. My question is, who’s the funny guy that thinks Macy would “jog” unsupervised? Macy knows 2 speeds – sleeping and running. Speaking of running, she’s free to run in 10-14 days.

I would like to point out that I no longer want anything to do with Macy. The first month after her surgery was the BEST – she was crated, quiet, and didn’t bother me. Now she’s back to staring at me, barking in my face, pawing my face/head, biting my collar, and just being annoying! I’m over it. Anyone want a sister? Free to the first person/animal who comes forward!

I’m a Working Man!

My Lexi would be so proud of me. Yesterday, I went to work with Mom! I worked a full 10-hour day.

We left the house super early in the morning. It was practically still dark out. Mom works far away – about 45 minutes – and you all know how I get in the car BUT I made it!

Mom works with a bunch of other people doing something called “law”. She is a paralegal. So, I got to be a paralegal, too!

I had a very important meeting with my assistant, Mr. Racky-coon, to start the day off right.


Then I went around to all of the windows in the building because they’re only a foot off the ground and I could see out all of them without having to jump or stand up on my hind legs.

I did lots of running around and didn’t take any morning naps.

At noon, Mom said it was time to go to lunch. Since she works right by Grandpa’s house, she goes there everyday at lunch time to check on him. I was SO excited to see my Grandpa.


Do you see his cat, Charlie, eyeing me suspiciously from on top of the bookcase?

We stayed there for about half an hour and then it was time to go back to work.

After a quick search around the building and visiting with everyone, I had to have an afternoon meeting with Mr. Racky-coon.


See how I had my own desk chair to sit in?!?! Super cool.

Around 3:00 I finally decided it was time to rest. I hadn’t laid down all day long except for the few minutes each time I talked with Mr. Racky-coon. I rested for 15 minutes according to Mom before I was up again to guard the building.

At 6:00, Mom said it was time to go home. FINALLY! Longest day ever! I said very quick goodbyes to everyone because all I could focus on was getting home and eating dinner.


When we got home, I ate dinner, went out, came back in, and flopped myself on the couch. I was so tired that the couch felt uncomfortable so I tried my crate. I laid in there until Mom got me at 9:00 and said, “C’mon, baby boy. Let’s go to bed.” I RAN to the bedroom and slept like a log.

I don’t think work is for me. You don’t get to take naps. I like naps. Naps are my friend.

Can I work from home being a professional napper?


A Rocky Adventure

Hellooooooooooo out there!

Friends! I went on an epic adventure the other day. Hmmm…a week ago Saturday.

Noodle: Mom, why am I just telling them now?!

Mom: Because I was too lazy to type your blog.

Noodle: As long as I got you to admit that so my friends realize I’M not the flake. 



A week ago Saturday, Mom and Dad took me to the park that I used to go to with Khia. Except, we did something totally different than normal. This time we looked for rocks. Not just any rocks but painted rocks.

There’s this craze going on in our area and many other cities where people are painting pictures or messages on rocks and leaving them for others to find. It’s like a giant Easter egg hunt.

Look at these pics:

1st rock

I found a rock!

noodle and dad

Then we went way high in the sky onto an observation tower about 60 feet tall. When I looked over the edge, I stopped breathing.

noodle carried

We walked SO much that I had to eventually be carried. I didn’t even have the energy to pull my legs up into Dad’s side. 


This was our total haul for that park.

I was exhausted but it was lots of fun.

Then, this past Friday Mom and Dad took me to the vet for an allergy shot. It’s this kinda sorta new stuff called cytopoint. It’s supposed to stop itching for 4-8 weeks (it’s definitely working). I had so much fun seeing the ladies that work there (Hi, Ms. Merrillee! Hi, Ms. Marissa! Hi, Ms. Angie!!!) They read my blog.:)

So, I got my shot and THEN Mom and Dad took me to a different park to hide all of the rocks we found last week and to look for new ones.

I didn’t rock hunt that time. I was on squirrel and lizard patrol. At one point, Dad wasn’t paying attention and I saw a squirrel and I ran so fast that I pulled my leash right out of Dad’s hands. BOL!

I like getting to go places again. Macy is super jealous though. Every time she hears my leash so starts howling and barking. She still has 3 weeks to go until her x-ray for the all clear.

Oh, I almost forgot – HAPPY SPRING!!!!


How embarrassing…


I am SO embarrassed.

In my last post I told you my middle name was Schnoodle.

My middle name is NOT Schnoodle. I GO BY Noodle the Schnoodle but Schnoodle is not my middle name.

My middle name is Pants. As in Noodle Pants. It has been since the 2nd day I lived with Mom and Dad. Dad’s daughter gave me my middle name. She and Mom call each other Pants (don’t ask), so she said I needed to be a Pants, too.

The worst part of this is that Mom does the typing and she LET me write Schnoodle.



Macy’s Big Adventure

Howdy, friends! Noodle J. Parker here. BOL! That’s Dad’s nickname for me. My middle name is Schnoodle – it doesn’t start with “j”- and our last name isn’t Parker. Silly Dad.

I came to update you all on Macy. It’s been 17 days since her surgery. She’s doing really well. Too well. She’s ready to run and play and she’s not allowed to for another month!

Mom and Dad know how hard it must be for her to stay “calm” and quiet. She IS Macy after-all. So, they took her on an adventure Friday.

It started with a little walk to see Snooter Tooter


Licking each other’s tongues.


Sniffing noses

Then they took her to visit with the chickens.


“They gave me love bites on my nose!”

The dodo doesn’t even realize that they’re trying to kill her.


Yesterday, she got to go to the vet! Mom was afraid she wouldn’t like going anymore but she did. They took her stitches out and said she’s healing wonderfully.


Barely any scar! Mom thinks it’s because the doctor did the initial incision with a laser that cauterized as it cut. She doesn’t really know but it’s just a guess.

Macy has to go back in 6 weeks for her post-op x-ray to make sure everything is healed properly. Once that’s done and cleared, Macy can resume normal activity.

Countdown to normalcy: 17 days down, 43 to go!

Don’t Get Caught With Your Pants Down!

Hellooooooo, friends!

I have left you all in the dark since Saturday regarding Macy. Don’t worry. No news was good news.

Things are going very well. As a matter of fact, Macy is back to eating her normal amount of food as of last night and is finally eating all of her joint supplements again.

The only time we notice a problem – I say we because I am watching over her like secret service watches the president – is when her cone is on. It’s supposed to be on all the time. Imagine this: you’re in terrible pain from a gi-hugic surgery and all you want to do is snuggle in bed to sleep it off. Now imagine you have a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE lampshade on your head and you can’t even bury your head in a pillow. Totally cruel, right? Mom noticed Macy was beginning to get really depressed and she wasn’t really sleeping. So,  Mom being the neurotic mom she is was on a mission to get Macy pants so she didn’t have to wear the cone. Let me explain: pants would keep her from licking her incision and messing with the sutures.

Dad donated an old pair of pajama pants to the cause. Mom cut, sewed, nipped and tucked until this happened:

Macy was SO much happier! She fell right to sleep.

Yesterday, Mom went to the dollar store and bought Macy some toddler pajama pants (size 3T) that fit much better:


Unfortunately, Mom has yet to figure out how to keep the pants from sliding down when Macy continuously switches positions. She’s thinking suspenders will do the trick. BOL! I can’t deal with this. BOL! I’m going to pee myself. ROFL!

Ok…breathe, Noodle, breathe!


Mom and Dad have also been letting Macy sit on the couch with them. She has to wear her pants and a leash, and they pick her up to get her on/off the couch. When she’s laying with them, she doesn’t try to move around too much. She’s definitely not herself.

That’s about all the info I have for now. I’ll be back when there’s more to tell.

Oh, Macy said to tell all of you thank you for sending POTP and thinking of her.

Countdown to Macy’s anticipated full recovery: 55 days!