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#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Monday, 24/08/2026).

After a broken, and a bit short, sleep, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. Koa went outside, and he pooped. While I was cleaning it up, he went for a second poop. This one started soft, and ended runny. Which worried me a bit, as it could be a sign that his bowels were struggling too much with the plushies tail, which he ate the previous night. He wasn’t a happy puppy, although fortunately, he didn’t show any of the warning signs, and he was still doing things like eating, drinking, playing. But I could see that he didn’t feel too good about it all.

I got dressed, fixed Koa’s dinner, and I took my meds. Koa ate his food without issue, which was a good thing. He was restless, and whined every now and then. I felt so bad do something, anything, to help him feel better again. I tried to comfort him as much as I could, while also trying to write an email to my sweet friend. I felt a bit sorry for my friend, as the last few emails I sent him, they were mostly me venting about all my worries for Koa. But it did feel like he really was the center of my world, as I spent a lot of time worrying over him. Raising a puppy on my own has proven to be quite difficult at times. And the situations with my back, and now my hand, add even more challenges to it all.

When I had managed to finish the email to my friend, I took Koa out for a short walk. We got back, I fixed some brekkie for me, and after I was done, I started working on my blog post for that day. I got interrupted every now and then, by a little whine from Koa. As I didn’t know if this was due to his ears, or due to him eating that tail, I tried to be there for him as much as I could. This way, I hopefully would not miss any signs of Koa struggling too much.

I finished the blog post. I took Koa out for another walk, and he only peed again. We got back home, and I fixed Koa another meal. Fortunately, he still had his appetite, and he also was still drinking well enough. After a little while, I texted my coach, telling her about the situation with Koa, and how worried I was. I asked her if she could help me to call the vet, as I was already in tears over the stress. Koa had swallowed the tail around midnight the previous night, and this night, his poop turned to diarrhea, which is usually a sign that something is not going too well in the bowels. She texted me that she would make the call, and try to be at our place as soon as she could.

Unfortunately, she had not asked the questions that I told her were important to me, to be able to deal with this situation appropriately. When she got to our place, she called the vet again… And again didn’t ask my questions. She kept hanging on the part that I already knew, the part that didn’t help me. And she kept repeating the things she had found online, which sounded like she had swallowed an AI generator (as I had used AI myself to check on the things I thought I knew were indeed correct), and it was a bit annoying. She kept focusing on the “positive things”, but I kept telling her I needed to know about the negative ones, and how I would need to act if any of those would happen later… So that was not really helping me.

We walked Koa for a while, and still no poop. When she left, she let me know to update her before 17, so she could check with the vet, so I could be prepared for the evening and night. I had a bit of hope that she finally understood what I needed, and I would make sure to give the best update later that day, so she could check, and prepare me for the situations that could happen.

I tried to relax for a little while, as all the worrying, and the lack of decent sleep, was getting to me. I was so hyper vigilant of every sound that Koa made, of every little thing he did, so worried that something in his behavior would change, and not in a good way. So while I really needed to recharge my battery a bit, I could not switch myself off for a bit, as my focus was so strong towards keeping an eye on Koa… I was so worried that I would miss a sign, a warning, and then realize it too late. The trauma still has a strong grip on me, unfortunately.

I walked with Koa, and when it was time for his meal, he still ate it like a mad-man. Which was a good sign. When it was time to get ready for bed, I set an alarm, so I could update the coach in time, so she could make the promised call for me. Turned out I didn’t need the alarm, as I barely managed to sleep for half an hour. Then I woke up from Koa whining a bit, and I wasn’t able to sleep some more.

I took Koa out to the garden, and started typing all the observations in a chat with the coach. And… Nothing happened. No indication that she read the messages. No reply. Absolutely nothing. Around 17:15, I texted our friend that had helped us over the weekend. She immediately asked me about my worries, about my questions, and about my observations. And then, she made the call for me. After a few minutes, she updated me. We discussed it all, and then she made a second call for me. While she was on the phone for me, I got an incoming call from the coach. I ignored it, as it had been an hour since I shared everything with her… She sent a text, which was not helpful at all, and, as later turned out, was very bad advice for Koa’s situation.

Our friend asked if she could call me to discuss the outcome from her call with the vet. I was sobbing a little, and I told her so, but also told her it was OK to call me. While she explained everything to me, I got even a bit angry with the coach, as she broke her promise, she made light of it, and her advice was not good at all… When we ended the call, I wrote a long text, where I told her that someone else made the call because she never responded. And that what she had told me to do, was bad advice, and I told her what the right advice should have been.

I wanted to sleep, I was so tired. But I was also worried, and my body was sore all over. I finally dozed off, and managed a whole 2½ hours of sleep, until Koa woke me up again. It was a different kind of whine, and I got up fast to take him outside. Within a few minutes, Koa started to bend down and… One poop came out! I was so excited, after 23 hours, he finally pooped. I got my bright headlamp, and with my left hand, I tried to examine it as good as I could. And, if I was not mistaken, part of the poop seemed to be formed by a tail! It really looked like the whole thing had come out in one piece!

I was very excited and happy about this. I tried to get back to bed, but I guess that pushing that thing out had brought some discomfort to Koa, and as soon as I was in bed, he started whining. So, totally exhausted, sore all over, but also extremely relieved, I got up, again, and Koa and I started our “day” a little early.

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Monday, 24/08/2026).

After a broken, and a bit short, sleep, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. Koa went outside, and he pooped. While I was cleaning it up, he went for a second poop. This one started soft, and ended runny. Which worried me a bit, as it could be a sign that his bowels were struggling too much with the plushies tail, which he ate the previous night. He wasn’t a happy puppy, although fortunately, he didn’t show any of the warning signs, and he was still doing things like eating, drinking, playing. But I could see that he didn’t feel too good about it all.

I got dressed, fixed Koa’s dinner, and I took my meds. Koa ate his food without issue, which was a good thing. He was restless, and whined every now and then. I felt so bad do something, anything, to help him feel better again. I tried to comfort him as much as I could, while also trying to write an email to my sweet friend. I felt a bit sorry for my friend, as the last few emails I sent him, they were mostly me venting about all my worries for Koa. But it did feel like he really was the center of my world, as I spent a lot of time worrying over him. Raising a puppy on my own has proven to be quite difficult at times. And the situations with my back, and now my hand, add even more challenges to it all.

When I had managed to finish the email to my friend, I took Koa out for a short walk. We got back, I fixed some brekkie for me, and after I was done, I started working on my blog post for that day. I got interrupted every now and then, by a little whine from Koa. As I didn’t know if this was due to his ears, or due to him eating that tail, I tried to be there for him as much as I could. This way, I hopefully would not miss any signs of Koa struggling too much.

I finished the blog post. I took Koa out for another walk, and he only peed again. We got back home, and I fixed Koa another meal. Fortunately, he still had his appetite, and he also was still drinking well enough. After a little while, I texted my coach, telling her about the situation with Koa, and how worried I was. I asked her if she could help me to call the vet, as I was already in tears over the stress. Koa had swallowed the tail around midnight the previous night, and this night, his poop turned to diarrhea, which is usually a sign that something is not going too well in the bowels. She texted me that she would make the call, and try to be at our place as soon as she could.

Unfortunately, she had not asked the questions that I told her were important to me, to be able to deal with this situation appropriately. When she got to our place, she called the vet again… And again didn’t ask my questions. She kept hanging on the part that I already knew, the part that didn’t help me. And she kept repeating the things she had found online, which sounded like she had swallowed an AI generator (as I had used AI myself to check on the things I thought I knew were indeed correct), and it was a bit annoying. She kept focusing on the “positive things”, but I kept telling her I needed to know about the negative ones, and how I would need to act if any of those would happen later… So that was not really helping me.

We walked Koa for a while, and still no poop. When she left, she let me know to update her before 17, so she could check with the vet, so I could be prepared for the evening and night. I had a bit of hope that she finally understood what I needed, and I would make sure to give the best update later that day, so she could check, and prepare me for the situations that could happen.

I tried to relax for a little while, as all the worrying, and the lack of decent sleep, was getting to me. I was so hyper vigilant of every sound that Koa made, of every little thing he did, so worried that something in his behavior would change, and not in a good way. So while I really needed to recharge my battery a bit, I could not switch myself off for a bit, as my focus was so strong towards keeping an eye on Koa… I was so worried that I would miss a sign, a warning, and then realize it too late. The trauma still has a strong grip on me, unfortunately.

I walked with Koa, and when it was time for his meal, he still ate it like a mad-man. Which was a good sign. When it was time to get ready for bed, I set an alarm, so I could update the coach in time, so she could make the promised call for me. Turned out I didn’t need the alarm, as I barely managed to sleep for half an hour. Then I woke up from Koa whining a bit, and I wasn’t able to sleep some more.

I took Koa out to the garden, and started typing all the observations in a chat with the coach. And… Nothing happened. No indication that she read the messages. No reply. Absolutely nothing. Around 17:15, I texted our friend that had helped us over the weekend. She immediately asked me about my worries, about my questions, and about my observations. And then, she made the call for me. After a few minutes, she updated me. We discussed it all, and then she made a second call for me. While she was on the phone for me, I got an incoming call from the coach. I ignored it, as it had been an hour since I shared everything with her… She sent a text, which was not helpful at all, and, as later turned out, was very bad advice for Koa’s situation.

Our friend asked if she could call me to discuss the outcome from her call with the vet. I was sobbing a little, and I told her so, but also told her it was OK to call me. While she explained everything to me, I got even a bit angry with the coach, as she broke her promise, she made light of it, and her advice was not good at all… When we ended the call, I wrote a long text, where I told her that someone else made the call because she never responded. And that what she had told me to do, was bad advice, and I told her what the right advice should have been.

I wanted to sleep, I was so tired. But I was also worried, and my body was sore all over. I finally dozed off, and managed a whole 2½ hours of sleep, until Koa woke me up again. It was a different kind of whine, and I got up fast to take him outside. Within a few minutes, Koa started to bend down and… One poop came out! I was so excited, after 23 hours, he finally pooped. I got my bright headlamp, and with my left hand, I tried to examine it as good as I could. And, if I was not mistaken, part of the poop seemed to be formed by a tail! It really looked like the whole thing had come out in one piece!

I was very excited and happy about this. I tried to get back to bed, but I guess that pushing that thing out had brought some discomfort to Koa, and as soon as I was in bed, he started whining. So, totally exhausted, sore all over, but also extremely relieved, I got up, again, and Koa and I started our “day” a little early.

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Monday, 24/08/2026).

After a broken, and a bit short, sleep, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. Koa went outside, and he pooped. While I was cleaning it up, he went for a second poop. This one started soft, and ended runny. Which worried me a bit, as it could be a sign that his bowels were struggling too much with the plushies tail, which he ate the previous night. He wasn’t a happy puppy, although fortunately, he didn’t show any of the warning signs, and he was still doing things like eating, drinking, playing. But I could see that he didn’t feel too good about it all.

I got dressed, fixed Koa’s dinner, and I took my meds. Koa ate his food without issue, which was a good thing. He was restless, and whined every now and then. I felt so bad do something, anything, to help him feel better again. I tried to comfort him as much as I could, while also trying to write an email to my sweet friend. I felt a bit sorry for my friend, as the last few emails I sent him, they were mostly me venting about all my worries for Koa. But it did feel like he really was the center of my world, as I spent a lot of time worrying over him. Raising a puppy on my own has proven to be quite difficult at times. And the situations with my back, and now my hand, add even more challenges to it all.

When I had managed to finish the email to my friend, I took Koa out for a short walk. We got back, I fixed some brekkie for me, and after I was done, I started working on my blog post for that day. I got interrupted every now and then, by a little whine from Koa. As I didn’t know if this was due to his ears, or due to him eating that tail, I tried to be there for him as much as I could. This way, I hopefully would not miss any signs of Koa struggling too much.

I finished the blog post. I took Koa out for another walk, and he only peed again. We got back home, and I fixed Koa another meal. Fortunately, he still had his appetite, and he also was still drinking well enough. After a little while, I texted my coach, telling her about the situation with Koa, and how worried I was. I asked her if she could help me to call the vet, as I was already in tears over the stress. Koa had swallowed the tail around midnight the previous night, and this night, his poop turned to diarrhea, which is usually a sign that something is not going too well in the bowels. She texted me that she would make the call, and try to be at our place as soon as she could.

Unfortunately, she had not asked the questions that I told her were important to me, to be able to deal with this situation appropriately. When she got to our place, she called the vet again… And again didn’t ask my questions. She kept hanging on the part that I already knew, the part that didn’t help me. And she kept repeating the things she had found online, which sounded like she had swallowed an AI generator (as I had used AI myself to check on the things I thought I knew were indeed correct), and it was a bit annoying. She kept focusing on the “positive things”, but I kept telling her I needed to know about the negative ones, and how I would need to act if any of those would happen later… So that was not really helping me.

We walked Koa for a while, and still no poop. When she left, she let me know to update her before 17, so she could check with the vet, so I could be prepared for the evening and night. I had a bit of hope that she finally understood what I needed, and I would make sure to give the best update later that day, so she could check, and prepare me for the situations that could happen.

I tried to relax for a little while, as all the worrying, and the lack of decent sleep, was getting to me. I was so hyper vigilant of every sound that Koa made, of every little thing he did, so worried that something in his behavior would change, and not in a good way. So while I really needed to recharge my battery a bit, I could not switch myself off for a bit, as my focus was so strong towards keeping an eye on Koa… I was so worried that I would miss a sign, a warning, and then realize it too late. The trauma still has a strong grip on me, unfortunately.

I walked with Koa, and when it was time for his meal, he still ate it like a mad-man. Which was a good sign. When it was time to get ready for bed, I set an alarm, so I could update the coach in time, so she could make the promised call for me. Turned out I didn’t need the alarm, as I barely managed to sleep for half an hour. Then I woke up from Koa whining a bit, and I wasn’t able to sleep some more.

I took Koa out to the garden, and started typing all the observations in a chat with the coach. And… Nothing happened. No indication that she read the messages. No reply. Absolutely nothing. Around 17:15, I texted our friend that had helped us over the weekend. She immediately asked me about my worries, about my questions, and about my observations. And then, she made the call for me. After a few minutes, she updated me. We discussed it all, and then she made a second call for me. While she was on the phone for me, I got an incoming call from the coach. I ignored it, as it had been an hour since I shared everything with her… She sent a text, which was not helpful at all, and, as later turned out, was very bad advice for Koa’s situation.

Our friend asked if she could call me to discuss the outcome from her call with the vet. I was sobbing a little, and I told her so, but also told her it was OK to call me. While she explained everything to me, I got even a bit angry with the coach, as she broke her promise, she made light of it, and her advice was not good at all… When we ended the call, I wrote a long text, where I told her that someone else made the call because she never responded. And that what she had told me to do, was bad advice, and I told her what the right advice should have been.

I wanted to sleep, I was so tired. But I was also worried, and my body was sore all over. I finally dozed off, and managed a whole 2½ hours of sleep, until Koa woke me up again. It was a different kind of whine, and I got up fast to take him outside. Within a few minutes, Koa started to bend down and… One poop came out! I was so excited, after 23 hours, he finally pooped. I got my bright headlamp, and with my left hand, I tried to examine it as good as I could. And, if I was not mistaken, part of the poop seemed to be formed by a tail! It really looked like the whole thing had come out in one piece!

I was very excited and happy about this. I tried to get back to bed, but I guess that pushing that thing out had brought some discomfort to Koa, and as soon as I was in bed, he started whining. So, totally exhausted, sore all over, but also extremely relieved, I got up, again, and Koa and I started our “day” a little early.

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Monday, 24/08/2026).

After a broken, and a bit short, sleep, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. Koa went outside, and he pooped. While I was cleaning it up, he went for a second poop. This one started soft, and ended runny. Which worried me a bit, as it could be a sign that his bowels were struggling too much with the plushies tail, which he ate the previous night. He wasn’t a happy puppy, although fortunately, he didn’t show any of the warning signs, and he was still doing things like eating, drinking, playing. But I could see that he didn’t feel too good about it all.

I got dressed, fixed Koa’s dinner, and I took my meds. Koa ate his food without issue, which was a good thing. He was restless, and whined every now and then. I felt so bad do something, anything, to help him feel better again. I tried to comfort him as much as I could, while also trying to write an email to my sweet friend. I felt a bit sorry for my friend, as the last few emails I sent him, they were mostly me venting about all my worries for Koa. But it did feel like he really was the center of my world, as I spent a lot of time worrying over him. Raising a puppy on my own has proven to be quite difficult at times. And the situations with my back, and now my hand, add even more challenges to it all.

When I had managed to finish the email to my friend, I took Koa out for a short walk. We got back, I fixed some brekkie for me, and after I was done, I started working on my blog post for that day. I got interrupted every now and then, by a little whine from Koa. As I didn’t know if this was due to his ears, or due to him eating that tail, I tried to be there for him as much as I could. This way, I hopefully would not miss any signs of Koa struggling too much.

I finished the blog post. I took Koa out for another walk, and he only peed again. We got back home, and I fixed Koa another meal. Fortunately, he still had his appetite, and he also was still drinking well enough. After a little while, I texted my coach, telling her about the situation with Koa, and how worried I was. I asked her if she could help me to call the vet, as I was already in tears over the stress. Koa had swallowed the tail around midnight the previous night, and this night, his poop turned to diarrhea, which is usually a sign that something is not going too well in the bowels. She texted me that she would make the call, and try to be at our place as soon as she could.

Unfortunately, she had not asked the questions that I told her were important to me, to be able to deal with this situation appropriately. When she got to our place, she called the vet again… And again didn’t ask my questions. She kept hanging on the part that I already knew, the part that didn’t help me. And she kept repeating the things she had found online, which sounded like she had swallowed an AI generator (as I had used AI myself to check on the things I thought I knew were indeed correct), and it was a bit annoying. She kept focusing on the “positive things”, but I kept telling her I needed to know about the negative ones, and how I would need to act if any of those would happen later… So that was not really helping me.

We walked Koa for a while, and still no poop. When she left, she let me know to update her before 17, so she could check with the vet, so I could be prepared for the evening and night. I had a bit of hope that she finally understood what I needed, and I would make sure to give the best update later that day, so she could check, and prepare me for the situations that could happen.

I tried to relax for a little while, as all the worrying, and the lack of decent sleep, was getting to me. I was so hyper vigilant of every sound that Koa made, of every little thing he did, so worried that something in his behavior would change, and not in a good way. So while I really needed to recharge my battery a bit, I could not switch myself off for a bit, as my focus was so strong towards keeping an eye on Koa… I was so worried that I would miss a sign, a warning, and then realize it too late. The trauma still has a strong grip on me, unfortunately.

I walked with Koa, and when it was time for his meal, he still ate it like a mad-man. Which was a good sign. When it was time to get ready for bed, I set an alarm, so I could update the coach in time, so she could make the promised call for me. Turned out I didn’t need the alarm, as I barely managed to sleep for half an hour. Then I woke up from Koa whining a bit, and I wasn’t able to sleep some more.

I took Koa out to the garden, and started typing all the observations in a chat with the coach. And… Nothing happened. No indication that she read the messages. No reply. Absolutely nothing. Around 17:15, I texted our friend that had helped us over the weekend. She immediately asked me about my worries, about my questions, and about my observations. And then, she made the call for me. After a few minutes, she updated me. We discussed it all, and then she made a second call for me. While she was on the phone for me, I got an incoming call from the coach. I ignored it, as it had been an hour since I shared everything with her… She sent a text, which was not helpful at all, and, as later turned out, was very bad advice for Koa’s situation.

Our friend asked if she could call me to discuss the outcome from her call with the vet. I was sobbing a little, and I told her so, but also told her it was OK to call me. While she explained everything to me, I got even a bit angry with the coach, as she broke her promise, she made light of it, and her advice was not good at all… When we ended the call, I wrote a long text, where I told her that someone else made the call because she never responded. And that what she had told me to do, was bad advice, and I told her what the right advice should have been.

I wanted to sleep, I was so tired. But I was also worried, and my body was sore all over. I finally dozed off, and managed a whole 2½ hours of sleep, until Koa woke me up again. It was a different kind of whine, and I got up fast to take him outside. Within a few minutes, Koa started to bend down and… One poop came out! I was so excited, after 23 hours, he finally pooped. I got my bright headlamp, and with my left hand, I tried to examine it as good as I could. And, if I was not mistaken, part of the poop seemed to be formed by a tail! It really looked like the whole thing had come out in one piece!

I was very excited and happy about this. I tried to get back to bed, but I guess that pushing that thing out had brought some discomfort to Koa, and as soon as I was in bed, he started whining. So, totally exhausted, sore all over, but also extremely relieved, I got up, again, and Koa and I started our “day” a little early.

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Monday, 24/08/2026).

After a broken, and a bit short, sleep, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. Koa went outside, and he pooped. While I was cleaning it up, he went for a second poop. This one started soft, and ended runny. Which worried me a bit, as it could be a sign that his bowels were struggling too much with the plushies tail, which he ate the previous night. He wasn’t a happy puppy, although fortunately, he didn’t show any of the warning signs, and he was still doing things like eating, drinking, playing. But I could see that he didn’t feel too good about it all.

I got dressed, fixed Koa’s dinner, and I took my meds. Koa ate his food without issue, which was a good thing. He was restless, and whined every now and then. I felt so bad do something, anything, to help him feel better again. I tried to comfort him as much as I could, while also trying to write an email to my sweet friend. I felt a bit sorry for my friend, as the last few emails I sent him, they were mostly me venting about all my worries for Koa. But it did feel like he really was the center of my world, as I spent a lot of time worrying over him. Raising a puppy on my own has proven to be quite difficult at times. And the situations with my back, and now my hand, add even more challenges to it all.

When I had managed to finish the email to my friend, I took Koa out for a short walk. We got back, I fixed some brekkie for me, and after I was done, I started working on my blog post for that day. I got interrupted every now and then, by a little whine from Koa. As I didn’t know if this was due to his ears, or due to him eating that tail, I tried to be there for him as much as I could. This way, I hopefully would not miss any signs of Koa struggling too much.

I finished the blog post. I took Koa out for another walk, and he only peed again. We got back home, and I fixed Koa another meal. Fortunately, he still had his appetite, and he also was still drinking well enough. After a little while, I texted my coach, telling her about the situation with Koa, and how worried I was. I asked her if she could help me to call the vet, as I was already in tears over the stress. Koa had swallowed the tail around midnight the previous night, and this night, his poop turned to diarrhea, which is usually a sign that something is not going too well in the bowels. She texted me that she would make the call, and try to be at our place as soon as she could.

Unfortunately, she had not asked the questions that I told her were important to me, to be able to deal with this situation appropriately. When she got to our place, she called the vet again… And again didn’t ask my questions. She kept hanging on the part that I already knew, the part that didn’t help me. And she kept repeating the things she had found online, which sounded like she had swallowed an AI generator (as I had used AI myself to check on the things I thought I knew were indeed correct), and it was a bit annoying. She kept focusing on the “positive things”, but I kept telling her I needed to know about the negative ones, and how I would need to act if any of those would happen later… So that was not really helping me.

We walked Koa for a while, and still no poop. When she left, she let me know to update her before 17, so she could check with the vet, so I could be prepared for the evening and night. I had a bit of hope that she finally understood what I needed, and I would make sure to give the best update later that day, so she could check, and prepare me for the situations that could happen.

I tried to relax for a little while, as all the worrying, and the lack of decent sleep, was getting to me. I was so hyper vigilant of every sound that Koa made, of every little thing he did, so worried that something in his behavior would change, and not in a good way. So while I really needed to recharge my battery a bit, I could not switch myself off for a bit, as my focus was so strong towards keeping an eye on Koa… I was so worried that I would miss a sign, a warning, and then realize it too late. The trauma still has a strong grip on me, unfortunately.

I walked with Koa, and when it was time for his meal, he still ate it like a mad-man. Which was a good sign. When it was time to get ready for bed, I set an alarm, so I could update the coach in time, so she could make the promised call for me. Turned out I didn’t need the alarm, as I barely managed to sleep for half an hour. Then I woke up from Koa whining a bit, and I wasn’t able to sleep some more.

I took Koa out to the garden, and started typing all the observations in a chat with the coach. And… Nothing happened. No indication that she read the messages. No reply. Absolutely nothing. Around 17:15, I texted our friend that had helped us over the weekend. She immediately asked me about my worries, about my questions, and about my observations. And then, she made the call for me. After a few minutes, she updated me. We discussed it all, and then she made a second call for me. While she was on the phone for me, I got an incoming call from the coach. I ignored it, as it had been an hour since I shared everything with her… She sent a text, which was not helpful at all, and, as later turned out, was very bad advice for Koa’s situation.

Our friend asked if she could call me to discuss the outcome from her call with the vet. I was sobbing a little, and I told her so, but also told her it was OK to call me. While she explained everything to me, I got even a bit angry with the coach, as she broke her promise, she made light of it, and her advice was not good at all… When we ended the call, I wrote a long text, where I told her that someone else made the call because she never responded. And that what she had told me to do, was bad advice, and I told her what the right advice should have been.

I wanted to sleep, I was so tired. But I was also worried, and my body was sore all over. I finally dozed off, and managed a whole 2½ hours of sleep, until Koa woke me up again. It was a different kind of whine, and I got up fast to take him outside. Within a few minutes, Koa started to bend down and… One poop came out! I was so excited, after 23 hours, he finally pooped. I got my bright headlamp, and with my left hand, I tried to examine it as good as I could. And, if I was not mistaken, part of the poop seemed to be formed by a tail! It really looked like the whole thing had come out in one piece!

I was very excited and happy about this. I tried to get back to bed, but I guess that pushing that thing out had brought some discomfort to Koa, and as soon as I was in bed, he started whining. So, totally exhausted, sore all over, but also extremely relieved, I got up, again, and Koa and I started our “day” a little early.

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Sunday, 23/08/2026).

After a bit of a broken night, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. We did all the usual things, and then we got to the couch. I got out my laptop, and started to write an answer email to my sweet friend. Koa was next to me, playing with his IKEA dachshund plushie. At some point, it fell to the ground. While I picked it up, I heard Koa chew. When I saw the plush, I realized what he was chewing on. But by the time I had my left hand free to check his mouth, it was gone. I panicked for a while, and didn’t know what to do.

I tried to look up the actions needed, after such a happening. Koa could get an injection to induce vomiting, but it was most effective when administered in the next 1-2 hours. I started crying, as there was no way that I would be able to arrange someone to drive us to the on duty emergency vet, depending where the vet was. So I cried some more, and looked up the rest of the recommendations. I felt so guilty for not having the means to get Koa to a vet in time, and I even considered just calling the vet, and daring to drive myself. But that idea was struck down by an immense fear, as due to the surgery and splint, I was prohibited by law to drive. And, if something would go wrong, I would also not be insured (and I still couldn’t get Koa the help he needed in time). I was a wreck and so confused as what to do. I cried for quite some time, while bullying myself for not being a responsible humom.

I texted my friend about what happened, as I needed to share it with someone, and I was hoping she would have some advice that I could use. I had looked up all the things that I needed to keep an eye out on, and decided to just keep monitoring like a hawk. I managed to finish the email to my friend. Every time Koa made a weird sound, or did something, I went to check on him. I was so terribly worried…

When I had finished the email, I took Koa out for a walk. He behaved like he usually does. He peed, he pooped, and had all the sniffs. We got back, and I fixed my brekkie, and ate it. I started writing my journal toot. When Koa let me know he wanted to go out, I got ready for another walkies with him. He was still his usual self, but that didn’t stop me from worrying every second.

We got back from walkies, and I fixed Koa’s meal. He was still eating like a hungry Lab, so I guessed that this was a good sign (so far). What made watching him a bit harder, was that before the swallowing of the tail, he already made the occasional whining noises, probably due to his ears. So, I told myself that so long as the whining didn’t change in any ways, it wasn’t due to the tail… Or so I hoped…

I made myself some food. I had a lasagna, easy to make, and able to eat with just one hand. While I was eating the lasagna, I started to feel nauseated. At first I thought it was because there were some mushy bits of carrot in it, that didn't feel good in my mouth. But that normally wouldn't make me so nauseous. I didn't finish the meal. And within 15 minutes, it was all coming back out. When I checked the packaging of the lasagna, at the end of the ingredients list, I found the cause of my throwing up: zucchini. The lasagna I usually buy, they don't have the carrots or the zucchini, so I didn't realize I should have checked the ingredients for this one.

I felt a bit better again, but still felt so worried about Koa. I tried to do the usual things, while keeping an eye on the dude. During the walkies, he acted all normal. And then, when our friend came, he was all excited and happy. He showed most of his usual behavior. The only thing he now also did with our friend, was to grab her hand or arm, and he nibbled and kinda sucked while he did this. He did it more than usual with me already, but now he did it to her too.

I kept being unsure if waiting for it to hopefully come out on its own was the right thing to do. But what could a vet do now? It was way too late for the vomiting trick to work. Maybe they would take an x-ray to see where the tail was... But then? I was so worried, so conflicted, because I wanted to get help for him, but it would probably be too expensive for me to afford, even with the insurance (if they would pay me back for costs like these...). I felt like such a bad person for not immediately calling someone to get Koa the help he could/would need.

Our friend walked with Koa for me, so he could get his walkies, and I could get some rest. I glanced at the tracker app every now and then, and saw that our friend was spoiling Koa with a rather long walk. So I had a bit of time to relax and prepare for bedtime, and Koa got some exercise in, which could help him with his excessive energy.

When they came back, I had one more challenging question for our friend: if she would be able to sow up the Dachshund's butt, so that Koa could take it with him for bedtime. It was a challenge for her for sure, but, in the end, the plush had a sowed up butt. Yay! I thanked her again, and then she headed off to another appointment. She had been a great help, and Koa and I are lucky to have her as a friend.

I got everything ready for bed, and Koa and I headed to the bedroom. When Koa finished his snack, and had a bit to drink, he made himself comfortable, and slowly dozed off. Unfortunately, it took a while longer for me to doze off. And, when I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up for a drink and potty break. I slept a bit after that. When Koa woke me up again, it was still a bit early. But the way he whined, it sounded like potty break. And since he still had the plushies tail in him, I quickly got up, got Koa out of the crate, and we started our "day".

Would this be a good day, where Koa would (hopefully) poop out the little tail?

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Sunday, 23/08/2026).

After a bit of a broken night, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. We did all the usual things, and then we got to the couch. I got out my laptop, and started to write an answer email to my sweet friend. Koa was next to me, playing with his IKEA dachshund plushie. At some point, it fell to the ground. While I picked it up, I heard Koa chew. When I saw the plush, I realized what he was chewing on. But by the time I had my left hand free to check his mouth, it was gone. I panicked for a while, and didn’t know what to do.

I tried to look up the actions needed, after such a happening. Koa could get an injection to induce vomiting, but it was most effective when administered in the next 1-2 hours. I started crying, as there was no way that I would be able to arrange someone to drive us to the on duty emergency vet, depending where the vet was. So I cried some more, and looked up the rest of the recommendations. I felt so guilty for not having the means to get Koa to a vet in time, and I even considered just calling the vet, and daring to drive myself. But that idea was struck down by an immense fear, as due to the surgery and splint, I was prohibited by law to drive. And, if something would go wrong, I would also not be insured (and I still couldn’t get Koa the help he needed in time). I was a wreck and so confused as what to do. I cried for quite some time, while bullying myself for not being a responsible humom.

I texted my friend about what happened, as I needed to share it with someone, and I was hoping she would have some advice that I could use. I had looked up all the things that I needed to keep an eye out on, and decided to just keep monitoring like a hawk. I managed to finish the email to my friend. Every time Koa made a weird sound, or did something, I went to check on him. I was so terribly worried…

When I had finished the email, I took Koa out for a walk. He behaved like he usually does. He peed, he pooped, and had all the sniffs. We got back, and I fixed my brekkie, and ate it. I started writing my journal toot. When Koa let me know he wanted to go out, I got ready for another walkies with him. He was still his usual self, but that didn’t stop me from worrying every second.

We got back from walkies, and I fixed Koa’s meal. He was still eating like a hungry Lab, so I guessed that this was a good sign (so far). What made watching him a bit harder, was that before the swallowing of the tail, he already made the occasional whining noises, probably due to his ears. So, I told myself that so long as the whining didn’t change in any ways, it wasn’t due to the tail… Or so I hoped…

I made myself some food. I had a lasagna, easy to make, and able to eat with just one hand. While I was eating the lasagna, I started to feel nauseated. At first I thought it was because there were some mushy bits of carrot in it, that didn't feel good in my mouth. But that normally wouldn't make me so nauseous. I didn't finish the meal. And within 15 minutes, it was all coming back out. When I checked the packaging of the lasagna, at the end of the ingredients list, I found the cause of my throwing up: zucchini. The lasagna I usually buy, they don't have the carrots or the zucchini, so I didn't realize I should have checked the ingredients for this one.

I felt a bit better again, but still felt so worried about Koa. I tried to do the usual things, while keeping an eye on the dude. During the walkies, he acted all normal. And then, when our friend came, he was all excited and happy. He showed most of his usual behavior. The only thing he now also did with our friend, was to grab her hand or arm, and he nibbled and kinda sucked while he did this. He did it more than usual with me already, but now he did it to her too.

I kept being unsure if waiting for it to hopefully come out on its own was the right thing to do. But what could a vet do now? It was way too late for the vomiting trick to work. Maybe they would take an x-ray to see where the tail was... But then? I was so worried, so conflicted, because I wanted to get help for him, but it would probably be too expensive for me to afford, even with the insurance (if they would pay me back for costs like these...). I felt like such a bad person for not immediately calling someone to get Koa the help he could/would need.

Our friend walked with Koa for me, so he could get his walkies, and I could get some rest. I glanced at the tracker app every now and then, and saw that our friend was spoiling Koa with a rather long walk. So I had a bit of time to relax and prepare for bedtime, and Koa got some exercise in, which could help him with his excessive energy.

When they came back, I had one more challenging question for our friend: if she would be able to sow up the Dachshund's butt, so that Koa could take it with him for bedtime. It was a challenge for her for sure, but, in the end, the plush had a sowed up butt. Yay! I thanked her again, and then she headed off to another appointment. She had been a great help, and Koa and I are lucky to have her as a friend.

I got everything ready for bed, and Koa and I headed to the bedroom. When Koa finished his snack, and had a bit to drink, he made himself comfortable, and slowly dozed off. Unfortunately, it took a while longer for me to doze off. And, when I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up for a drink and potty break. I slept a bit after that. When Koa woke me up again, it was still a bit early. But the way he whined, it sounded like potty break. And since he still had the plushies tail in him, I quickly got up, got Koa out of the crate, and we started our "day".

Would this be a good day, where Koa would (hopefully) poop out the little tail?

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Sunday, 23/08/2026).

After a bit of a broken night, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. We did all the usual things, and then we got to the couch. I got out my laptop, and started to write an answer email to my sweet friend. Koa was next to me, playing with his IKEA dachshund plushie. At some point, it fell to the ground. While I picked it up, I heard Koa chew. When I saw the plush, I realized what he was chewing on. But by the time I had my left hand free to check his mouth, it was gone. I panicked for a while, and didn’t know what to do.

I tried to look up the actions needed, after such a happening. Koa could get an injection to induce vomiting, but it was most effective when administered in the next 1-2 hours. I started crying, as there was no way that I would be able to arrange someone to drive us to the on duty emergency vet, depending where the vet was. So I cried some more, and looked up the rest of the recommendations. I felt so guilty for not having the means to get Koa to a vet in time, and I even considered just calling the vet, and daring to drive myself. But that idea was struck down by an immense fear, as due to the surgery and splint, I was prohibited by law to drive. And, if something would go wrong, I would also not be insured (and I still couldn’t get Koa the help he needed in time). I was a wreck and so confused as what to do. I cried for quite some time, while bullying myself for not being a responsible humom.

I texted my friend about what happened, as I needed to share it with someone, and I was hoping she would have some advice that I could use. I had looked up all the things that I needed to keep an eye out on, and decided to just keep monitoring like a hawk. I managed to finish the email to my friend. Every time Koa made a weird sound, or did something, I went to check on him. I was so terribly worried…

When I had finished the email, I took Koa out for a walk. He behaved like he usually does. He peed, he pooped, and had all the sniffs. We got back, and I fixed my brekkie, and ate it. I started writing my journal toot. When Koa let me know he wanted to go out, I got ready for another walkies with him. He was still his usual self, but that didn’t stop me from worrying every second.

We got back from walkies, and I fixed Koa’s meal. He was still eating like a hungry Lab, so I guessed that this was a good sign (so far). What made watching him a bit harder, was that before the swallowing of the tail, he already made the occasional whining noises, probably due to his ears. So, I told myself that so long as the whining didn’t change in any ways, it wasn’t due to the tail… Or so I hoped…

I made myself some food. I had a lasagna, easy to make, and able to eat with just one hand. While I was eating the lasagna, I started to feel nauseated. At first I thought it was because there were some mushy bits of carrot in it, that didn't feel good in my mouth. But that normally wouldn't make me so nauseous. I didn't finish the meal. And within 15 minutes, it was all coming back out. When I checked the packaging of the lasagna, at the end of the ingredients list, I found the cause of my throwing up: zucchini. The lasagna I usually buy, they don't have the carrots or the zucchini, so I didn't realize I should have checked the ingredients for this one.

I felt a bit better again, but still felt so worried about Koa. I tried to do the usual things, while keeping an eye on the dude. During the walkies, he acted all normal. And then, when our friend came, he was all excited and happy. He showed most of his usual behavior. The only thing he now also did with our friend, was to grab her hand or arm, and he nibbled and kinda sucked while he did this. He did it more than usual with me already, but now he did it to her too.

I kept being unsure if waiting for it to hopefully come out on its own was the right thing to do. But what could a vet do now? It was way too late for the vomiting trick to work. Maybe they would take an x-ray to see where the tail was... But then? I was so worried, so conflicted, because I wanted to get help for him, but it would probably be too expensive for me to afford, even with the insurance (if they would pay me back for costs like these...). I felt like such a bad person for not immediately calling someone to get Koa the help he could/would need.

Our friend walked with Koa for me, so he could get his walkies, and I could get some rest. I glanced at the tracker app every now and then, and saw that our friend was spoiling Koa with a rather long walk. So I had a bit of time to relax and prepare for bedtime, and Koa got some exercise in, which could help him with his excessive energy.

When they came back, I had one more challenging question for our friend: if she would be able to sow up the Dachshund's butt, so that Koa could take it with him for bedtime. It was a challenge for her for sure, but, in the end, the plush had a sowed up butt. Yay! I thanked her again, and then she headed off to another appointment. She had been a great help, and Koa and I are lucky to have her as a friend.

I got everything ready for bed, and Koa and I headed to the bedroom. When Koa finished his snack, and had a bit to drink, he made himself comfortable, and slowly dozed off. Unfortunately, it took a while longer for me to doze off. And, when I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up for a drink and potty break. I slept a bit after that. When Koa woke me up again, it was still a bit early. But the way he whined, it sounded like potty break. And since he still had the plushies tail in him, I quickly got up, got Koa out of the crate, and we started our "day".

Would this be a good day, where Koa would (hopefully) poop out the little tail?

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Sunday, 23/08/2026).

After a bit of a broken night, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. We did all the usual things, and then we got to the couch. I got out my laptop, and started to write an answer email to my sweet friend. Koa was next to me, playing with his IKEA dachshund plushie. At some point, it fell to the ground. While I picked it up, I heard Koa chew. When I saw the plush, I realized what he was chewing on. But by the time I had my left hand free to check his mouth, it was gone. I panicked for a while, and didn’t know what to do.

I tried to look up the actions needed, after such a happening. Koa could get an injection to induce vomiting, but it was most effective when administered in the next 1-2 hours. I started crying, as there was no way that I would be able to arrange someone to drive us to the on duty emergency vet, depending where the vet was. So I cried some more, and looked up the rest of the recommendations. I felt so guilty for not having the means to get Koa to a vet in time, and I even considered just calling the vet, and daring to drive myself. But that idea was struck down by an immense fear, as due to the surgery and splint, I was prohibited by law to drive. And, if something would go wrong, I would also not be insured (and I still couldn’t get Koa the help he needed in time). I was a wreck and so confused as what to do. I cried for quite some time, while bullying myself for not being a responsible humom.

I texted my friend about what happened, as I needed to share it with someone, and I was hoping she would have some advice that I could use. I had looked up all the things that I needed to keep an eye out on, and decided to just keep monitoring like a hawk. I managed to finish the email to my friend. Every time Koa made a weird sound, or did something, I went to check on him. I was so terribly worried…

When I had finished the email, I took Koa out for a walk. He behaved like he usually does. He peed, he pooped, and had all the sniffs. We got back, and I fixed my brekkie, and ate it. I started writing my journal toot. When Koa let me know he wanted to go out, I got ready for another walkies with him. He was still his usual self, but that didn’t stop me from worrying every second.

We got back from walkies, and I fixed Koa’s meal. He was still eating like a hungry Lab, so I guessed that this was a good sign (so far). What made watching him a bit harder, was that before the swallowing of the tail, he already made the occasional whining noises, probably due to his ears. So, I told myself that so long as the whining didn’t change in any ways, it wasn’t due to the tail… Or so I hoped…

I made myself some food. I had a lasagna, easy to make, and able to eat with just one hand. While I was eating the lasagna, I started to feel nauseated. At first I thought it was because there were some mushy bits of carrot in it, that didn't feel good in my mouth. But that normally wouldn't make me so nauseous. I didn't finish the meal. And within 15 minutes, it was all coming back out. When I checked the packaging of the lasagna, at the end of the ingredients list, I found the cause of my throwing up: zucchini. The lasagna I usually buy, they don't have the carrots or the zucchini, so I didn't realize I should have checked the ingredients for this one.

I felt a bit better again, but still felt so worried about Koa. I tried to do the usual things, while keeping an eye on the dude. During the walkies, he acted all normal. And then, when our friend came, he was all excited and happy. He showed most of his usual behavior. The only thing he now also did with our friend, was to grab her hand or arm, and he nibbled and kinda sucked while he did this. He did it more than usual with me already, but now he did it to her too.

I kept being unsure if waiting for it to hopefully come out on its own was the right thing to do. But what could a vet do now? It was way too late for the vomiting trick to work. Maybe they would take an x-ray to see where the tail was... But then? I was so worried, so conflicted, because I wanted to get help for him, but it would probably be too expensive for me to afford, even with the insurance (if they would pay me back for costs like these...). I felt like such a bad person for not immediately calling someone to get Koa the help he could/would need.

Our friend walked with Koa for me, so he could get his walkies, and I could get some rest. I glanced at the tracker app every now and then, and saw that our friend was spoiling Koa with a rather long walk. So I had a bit of time to relax and prepare for bedtime, and Koa got some exercise in, which could help him with his excessive energy.

When they came back, I had one more challenging question for our friend: if she would be able to sow up the Dachshund's butt, so that Koa could take it with him for bedtime. It was a challenge for her for sure, but, in the end, the plush had a sowed up butt. Yay! I thanked her again, and then she headed off to another appointment. She had been a great help, and Koa and I are lucky to have her as a friend.

I got everything ready for bed, and Koa and I headed to the bedroom. When Koa finished his snack, and had a bit to drink, he made himself comfortable, and slowly dozed off. Unfortunately, it took a while longer for me to doze off. And, when I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up for a drink and potty break. I slept a bit after that. When Koa woke me up again, it was still a bit early. But the way he whined, it sounded like potty break. And since he still had the plushies tail in him, I quickly got up, got Koa out of the crate, and we started our "day".

Would this be a good day, where Koa would (hopefully) poop out the little tail?

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a very worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Sunday, 23/08/2026).

After a bit of a broken night, Koa and I got up to start our “day”. We did all the usual things, and then we got to the couch. I got out my laptop, and started to write an answer email to my sweet friend. Koa was next to me, playing with his IKEA dachshund plushie. At some point, it fell to the ground. While I picked it up, I heard Koa chew. When I saw the plush, I realized what he was chewing on. But by the time I had my left hand free to check his mouth, it was gone. I panicked for a while, and didn’t know what to do.

I tried to look up the actions needed, after such a happening. Koa could get an injection to induce vomiting, but it was most effective when administered in the next 1-2 hours. I started crying, as there was no way that I would be able to arrange someone to drive us to the on duty emergency vet, depending where the vet was. So I cried some more, and looked up the rest of the recommendations. I felt so guilty for not having the means to get Koa to a vet in time, and I even considered just calling the vet, and daring to drive myself. But that idea was struck down by an immense fear, as due to the surgery and splint, I was prohibited by law to drive. And, if something would go wrong, I would also not be insured (and I still couldn’t get Koa the help he needed in time). I was a wreck and so confused as what to do. I cried for quite some time, while bullying myself for not being a responsible humom.

I texted my friend about what happened, as I needed to share it with someone, and I was hoping she would have some advice that I could use. I had looked up all the things that I needed to keep an eye out on, and decided to just keep monitoring like a hawk. I managed to finish the email to my friend. Every time Koa made a weird sound, or did something, I went to check on him. I was so terribly worried…

When I had finished the email, I took Koa out for a walk. He behaved like he usually does. He peed, he pooped, and had all the sniffs. We got back, and I fixed my brekkie, and ate it. I started writing my journal toot. When Koa let me know he wanted to go out, I got ready for another walkies with him. He was still his usual self, but that didn’t stop me from worrying every second.

We got back from walkies, and I fixed Koa’s meal. He was still eating like a hungry Lab, so I guessed that this was a good sign (so far). What made watching him a bit harder, was that before the swallowing of the tail, he already made the occasional whining noises, probably due to his ears. So, I told myself that so long as the whining didn’t change in any ways, it wasn’t due to the tail… Or so I hoped…

I made myself some food. I had a lasagna, easy to make, and able to eat with just one hand. While I was eating the lasagna, I started to feel nauseated. At first I thought it was because there were some mushy bits of carrot in it, that didn't feel good in my mouth. But that normally wouldn't make me so nauseous. I didn't finish the meal. And within 15 minutes, it was all coming back out. When I checked the packaging of the lasagna, at the end of the ingredients list, I found the cause of my throwing up: zucchini. The lasagna I usually buy, they don't have the carrots or the zucchini, so I didn't realize I should have checked the ingredients for this one.

I felt a bit better again, but still felt so worried about Koa. I tried to do the usual things, while keeping an eye on the dude. During the walkies, he acted all normal. And then, when our friend came, he was all excited and happy. He showed most of his usual behavior. The only thing he now also did with our friend, was to grab her hand or arm, and he nibbled and kinda sucked while he did this. He did it more than usual with me already, but now he did it to her too.

I kept being unsure if waiting for it to hopefully come out on its own was the right thing to do. But what could a vet do now? It was way too late for the vomiting trick to work. Maybe they would take an x-ray to see where the tail was... But then? I was so worried, so conflicted, because I wanted to get help for him, but it would probably be too expensive for me to afford, even with the insurance (if they would pay me back for costs like these...). I felt like such a bad person for not immediately calling someone to get Koa the help he could/would need.

Our friend walked with Koa for me, so he could get his walkies, and I could get some rest. I glanced at the tracker app every now and then, and saw that our friend was spoiling Koa with a rather long walk. So I had a bit of time to relax and prepare for bedtime, and Koa got some exercise in, which could help him with his excessive energy.

When they came back, I had one more challenging question for our friend: if she would be able to sow up the Dachshund's butt, so that Koa could take it with him for bedtime. It was a challenge for her for sure, but, in the end, the plush had a sowed up butt. Yay! I thanked her again, and then she headed off to another appointment. She had been a great help, and Koa and I are lucky to have her as a friend.

I got everything ready for bed, and Koa and I headed to the bedroom. When Koa finished his snack, and had a bit to drink, he made himself comfortable, and slowly dozed off. Unfortunately, it took a while longer for me to doze off. And, when I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up for a drink and potty break. I slept a bit after that. When Koa woke me up again, it was still a bit early. But the way he whined, it sounded like potty break. And since he still had the plushies tail in him, I quickly got up, got Koa out of the crate, and we started our "day".

Would this be a good day, where Koa would (hopefully) poop out the little tail?

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

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#Journal of a worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Saturday, 22/08/2026).

After a bit of a mixed night, Koa woke me up again, and informed me that it was time for us to start our “day”. I fixed Koa’s food, took me meds, got dressed, and then, we headed to the couch. While I was busy, trying to write an answer email to my sweet friend. While I was busy typing, Koa was busy chewing on one of his snacks. And yes, I checked to make sure if it was a snack, and not something else he was secretly trying to destroy.

At some point, I heard Koa gobbling up his snack too quickly, and I think it got stuck in his throat for a while. Koa was stressed, and he drank almost all of his water-bowl in one go. He was panting, whining a bit, and constantly grabbing for my hand. I did my best to check his mouth and throat, and I could find nothing stuck somewhere. So I thought that the last bit of the snack had been stuck for a little while, which caused him the distress. As it took some time for Koa to settle down, I texted a dear friend that I was worried about him.

The panting got less, he had a normal pee and poop, he was able to eat without any visible issues. The only thing that remained, was the occasional sad whining. But the difficult thing was/is, that Koa has always been a bit of a whiner, ever since he came to live with me (probably due to his ears). So I had no idea what these whines were about, making me worry all through the night.

After I finished the email to my friend, I took Koa out for walkies. He did all the usual things in his normal ways. But, when we got back, there were moments again where Koa let out some of his sad whines. I made and ate my brekkie, and then I started writing my blog post for that day. Koa seemed to relax a bit more. But, every time he whined a bit again, I felt it through and through. I felt so helpless, as I felt like he was dealing with some sort of discomfort, and I just wanted him to feel better again, but I didn’t know how to help him.

I scheduled the blog post, walked another short round with Koa, and fed him his meal. I watched him closely, and I saw no issues with his eating. But shortly after he finished, he lay down, and there was some whining again. I tried to comfort him every time when he whined, but I still felt like I should be doing more to help him feel better.

I started writing my journal toot, but my hands were tired, and I had to take it easy for a bit. I fixed some food, and when I had enjoyed it, Koa wanted out for another walk. After the walk, I tried to relax a bit, until our friend was coming. She texted that she was on her way, but Koa hinted that he needed to go out. I texted our friend that we were heading out for a short walk, and just as Koa and I were heading out the door, our friend walked up to our home.

We went for a little walk, which seemed to make Koa happy. We talked about what happened with Koa during the night. Our friend observed Koa for a while, and of course, Koa didn’t show any of the signs, as he was too excited of her visiting us. She checked some of the things that I had observed with Koa with some info she found online.

The trouble is, that I don’t really have a “natural baseline” for Koa. When he came to me, he whined every now and then. But, it was stressful, being away from his family. And, when he moved into my home, he already had some issues with some ear wax. So, he could have been dealing with his ears already then. He never completely stopped the occasional whining, but then, his ears weren’t being treated yet, as I didn’t know that he was suffering from the infections. So, it’s making it very hard for me to know the actual reasons for his whining. He doesn’t do it all the time, and he’s not really showing any other clear signs that he’s in some sort of discomfort.

It’s also harder for us to really find out what Koa is dealing with, as he never showed any of the clear signs of dealing with ear infections, except maybe the little whines, so there are no diminishing signs to show us that the treatment is working. And… He will be 6 months in a few days time, so there is so much happening in his body and mind. He’s still growing, so there’s always a chance of growing pains. He’s hitting puberty, so that means a lot of changes too. And, if he has been dealing with his ears since he was just a wee lad, then it will be strange to him what could be happening to his ears now, as the meds are (hopefully) destroying the infections.

We tried to find out all we could, and the answers we found were good, but inconclusive, as we can’t be sure of any of it. There are moments where I wish dogs could just talk to us with words. So Koa could tell me why he keeps whining every now and then, so I could make sure to do anything possible to help him feel better again.

My friend joined us for a nice walk, and then she got ready to head back home again. Of course, within a few minutes, Koa lay himself down again, and did the little sad whiney thing again. I tried to capture it on video, so I could share it with our friend. When she heard some of the little whines, she understood why they worried me some. So I’ll just keep monitoring Koa as best as I can, so I can give him the best support.

Koa had his meal, I had a snack, and then I got everything ready so we could head to bed. It took me quite a while to get comfortable enough to doze off, as my hand was being annoying. When I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up to get a drink, and go potty. We went back to bed after that, and I managed to get some sleep, until Koa woke me up again. We went outside, Koa did his thing, and back to bed again. Koa whined a bit again, and I checked the clock, and told Koa I needed a bit more sleep. And, for some magical reason, he stopped whining, and we dozed off again. An hour later, Koa told me that it was, in fact, now time to get up. So I did, and we started our “day”.

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

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#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Saturday, 22/08/2026).

After a bit of a mixed night, Koa woke me up again, and informed me that it was time for us to start our “day”. I fixed Koa’s food, took me meds, got dressed, and then, we headed to the couch. While I was busy, trying to write an answer email to my sweet friend. While I was busy typing, Koa was busy chewing on one of his snacks. And yes, I checked to make sure if it was a snack, and not something else he was secretly trying to destroy.

At some point, I heard Koa gobbling up his snack too quickly, and I think it got stuck in his throat for a while. Koa was stressed, and he drank almost all of his water-bowl in one go. He was panting, whining a bit, and constantly grabbing for my hand. I did my best to check his mouth and throat, and I could find nothing stuck somewhere. So I thought that the last bit of the snack had been stuck for a little while, which caused him the distress. As it took some time for Koa to settle down, I texted a dear friend that I was worried about him.

The panting got less, he had a normal pee and poop, he was able to eat without any visible issues. The only thing that remained, was the occasional sad whining. But the difficult thing was/is, that Koa has always been a bit of a whiner, ever since he came to live with me (probably due to his ears). So I had no idea what these whines were about, making me worry all through the night.

After I finished the email to my friend, I took Koa out for walkies. He did all the usual things in his normal ways. But, when we got back, there were moments again where Koa let out some of his sad whines. I made and ate my brekkie, and then I started writing my blog post for that day. Koa seemed to relax a bit more. But, every time he whined a bit again, I felt it through and through. I felt so helpless, as I felt like he was dealing with some sort of discomfort, and I just wanted him to feel better again, but I didn’t know how to help him.

I scheduled the blog post, walked another short round with Koa, and fed him his meal. I watched him closely, and I saw no issues with his eating. But shortly after he finished, he lay down, and there was some whining again. I tried to comfort him every time when he whined, but I still felt like I should be doing more to help him feel better.

I started writing my journal toot, but my hands were tired, and I had to take it easy for a bit. I fixed some food, and when I had enjoyed it, Koa wanted out for another walk. After the walk, I tried to relax a bit, until our friend was coming. She texted that she was on her way, but Koa hinted that he needed to go out. I texted our friend that we were heading out for a short walk, and just as Koa and I were heading out the door, our friend walked up to our home.

We went for a little walk, which seemed to make Koa happy. We talked about what happened with Koa during the night. Our friend observed Koa for a while, and of course, Koa didn’t show any of the signs, as he was too excited of her visiting us. She checked some of the things that I had observed with Koa with some info she found online.

The trouble is, that I don’t really have a “natural baseline” for Koa. When he came to me, he whined every now and then. But, it was stressful, being away from his family. And, when he moved into my home, he already had some issues with some ear wax. So, he could have been dealing with his ears already then. He never completely stopped the occasional whining, but then, his ears weren’t being treated yet, as I didn’t know that he was suffering from the infections. So, it’s making it very hard for me to know the actual reasons for his whining. He doesn’t do it all the time, and he’s not really showing any other clear signs that he’s in some sort of discomfort.

It’s also harder for us to really find out what Koa is dealing with, as he never showed any of the clear signs of dealing with ear infections, except maybe the little whines, so there are no diminishing signs to show us that the treatment is working. And… He will be 6 months in a few days time, so there is so much happening in his body and mind. He’s still growing, so there’s always a chance of growing pains. He’s hitting puberty, so that means a lot of changes too. And, if he has been dealing with his ears since he was just a wee lad, then it will be strange to him what could be happening to his ears now, as the meds are (hopefully) destroying the infections.

We tried to find out all we could, and the answers we found were good, but inconclusive, as we can’t be sure of any of it. There are moments where I wish dogs could just talk to us with words. So Koa could tell me why he keeps whining every now and then, so I could make sure to do anything possible to help him feel better again.

My friend joined us for a nice walk, and then she got ready to head back home again. Of course, within a few minutes, Koa lay himself down again, and did the little sad whiney thing again. I tried to capture it on video, so I could share it with our friend. When she heard some of the little whines, she understood why they worried me some. So I’ll just keep monitoring Koa as best as I can, so I can give him the best support.

Koa had his meal, I had a snack, and then I got everything ready so we could head to bed. It took me quite a while to get comfortable enough to doze off, as my hand was being annoying. When I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up to get a drink, and go potty. We went back to bed after that, and I managed to get some sleep, until Koa woke me up again. We went outside, Koa did his thing, and back to bed again. Koa whined a bit again, and I checked the clock, and told Koa I needed a bit more sleep. And, for some magical reason, he stopped whining, and we dozed off again. An hour later, Koa told me that it was, in fact, now time to get up. So I did, and we started our “day”.

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

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#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Saturday, 22/08/2026).

After a bit of a mixed night, Koa woke me up again, and informed me that it was time for us to start our “day”. I fixed Koa’s food, took me meds, got dressed, and then, we headed to the couch. While I was busy, trying to write an answer email to my sweet friend. While I was busy typing, Koa was busy chewing on one of his snacks. And yes, I checked to make sure if it was a snack, and not something else he was secretly trying to destroy.

At some point, I heard Koa gobbling up his snack too quickly, and I think it got stuck in his throat for a while. Koa was stressed, and he drank almost all of his water-bowl in one go. He was panting, whining a bit, and constantly grabbing for my hand. I did my best to check his mouth and throat, and I could find nothing stuck somewhere. So I thought that the last bit of the snack had been stuck for a little while, which caused him the distress. As it took some time for Koa to settle down, I texted a dear friend that I was worried about him.

The panting got less, he had a normal pee and poop, he was able to eat without any visible issues. The only thing that remained, was the occasional sad whining. But the difficult thing was/is, that Koa has always been a bit of a whiner, ever since he came to live with me (probably due to his ears). So I had no idea what these whines were about, making me worry all through the night.

After I finished the email to my friend, I took Koa out for walkies. He did all the usual things in his normal ways. But, when we got back, there were moments again where Koa let out some of his sad whines. I made and ate my brekkie, and then I started writing my blog post for that day. Koa seemed to relax a bit more. But, every time he whined a bit again, I felt it through and through. I felt so helpless, as I felt like he was dealing with some sort of discomfort, and I just wanted him to feel better again, but I didn’t know how to help him.

I scheduled the blog post, walked another short round with Koa, and fed him his meal. I watched him closely, and I saw no issues with his eating. But shortly after he finished, he lay down, and there was some whining again. I tried to comfort him every time when he whined, but I still felt like I should be doing more to help him feel better.

I started writing my journal toot, but my hands were tired, and I had to take it easy for a bit. I fixed some food, and when I had enjoyed it, Koa wanted out for another walk. After the walk, I tried to relax a bit, until our friend was coming. She texted that she was on her way, but Koa hinted that he needed to go out. I texted our friend that we were heading out for a short walk, and just as Koa and I were heading out the door, our friend walked up to our home.

We went for a little walk, which seemed to make Koa happy. We talked about what happened with Koa during the night. Our friend observed Koa for a while, and of course, Koa didn’t show any of the signs, as he was too excited of her visiting us. She checked some of the things that I had observed with Koa with some info she found online.

The trouble is, that I don’t really have a “natural baseline” for Koa. When he came to me, he whined every now and then. But, it was stressful, being away from his family. And, when he moved into my home, he already had some issues with some ear wax. So, he could have been dealing with his ears already then. He never completely stopped the occasional whining, but then, his ears weren’t being treated yet, as I didn’t know that he was suffering from the infections. So, it’s making it very hard for me to know the actual reasons for his whining. He doesn’t do it all the time, and he’s not really showing any other clear signs that he’s in some sort of discomfort.

It’s also harder for us to really find out what Koa is dealing with, as he never showed any of the clear signs of dealing with ear infections, except maybe the little whines, so there are no diminishing signs to show us that the treatment is working. And… He will be 6 months in a few days time, so there is so much happening in his body and mind. He’s still growing, so there’s always a chance of growing pains. He’s hitting puberty, so that means a lot of changes too. And, if he has been dealing with his ears since he was just a wee lad, then it will be strange to him what could be happening to his ears now, as the meds are (hopefully) destroying the infections.

We tried to find out all we could, and the answers we found were good, but inconclusive, as we can’t be sure of any of it. There are moments where I wish dogs could just talk to us with words. So Koa could tell me why he keeps whining every now and then, so I could make sure to do anything possible to help him feel better again.

My friend joined us for a nice walk, and then she got ready to head back home again. Of course, within a few minutes, Koa lay himself down again, and did the little sad whiney thing again. I tried to capture it on video, so I could share it with our friend. When she heard some of the little whines, she understood why they worried me some. So I’ll just keep monitoring Koa as best as I can, so I can give him the best support.

Koa had his meal, I had a snack, and then I got everything ready so we could head to bed. It took me quite a while to get comfortable enough to doze off, as my hand was being annoying. When I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up to get a drink, and go potty. We went back to bed after that, and I managed to get some sleep, until Koa woke me up again. We went outside, Koa did his thing, and back to bed again. Koa whined a bit again, and I checked the clock, and told Koa I needed a bit more sleep. And, for some magical reason, he stopped whining, and we dozed off again. An hour later, Koa told me that it was, in fact, now time to get up. So I did, and we started our “day”.

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

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#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Saturday, 22/08/2026).

After a bit of a mixed night, Koa woke me up again, and informed me that it was time for us to start our “day”. I fixed Koa’s food, took me meds, got dressed, and then, we headed to the couch. While I was busy, trying to write an answer email to my sweet friend. While I was busy typing, Koa was busy chewing on one of his snacks. And yes, I checked to make sure if it was a snack, and not something else he was secretly trying to destroy.

At some point, I heard Koa gobbling up his snack too quickly, and I think it got stuck in his throat for a while. Koa was stressed, and he drank almost all of his water-bowl in one go. He was panting, whining a bit, and constantly grabbing for my hand. I did my best to check his mouth and throat, and I could find nothing stuck somewhere. So I thought that the last bit of the snack had been stuck for a little while, which caused him the distress. As it took some time for Koa to settle down, I texted a dear friend that I was worried about him.

The panting got less, he had a normal pee and poop, he was able to eat without any visible issues. The only thing that remained, was the occasional sad whining. But the difficult thing was/is, that Koa has always been a bit of a whiner, ever since he came to live with me (probably due to his ears). So I had no idea what these whines were about, making me worry all through the night.

After I finished the email to my friend, I took Koa out for walkies. He did all the usual things in his normal ways. But, when we got back, there were moments again where Koa let out some of his sad whines. I made and ate my brekkie, and then I started writing my blog post for that day. Koa seemed to relax a bit more. But, every time he whined a bit again, I felt it through and through. I felt so helpless, as I felt like he was dealing with some sort of discomfort, and I just wanted him to feel better again, but I didn’t know how to help him.

I scheduled the blog post, walked another short round with Koa, and fed him his meal. I watched him closely, and I saw no issues with his eating. But shortly after he finished, he lay down, and there was some whining again. I tried to comfort him every time when he whined, but I still felt like I should be doing more to help him feel better.

I started writing my journal toot, but my hands were tired, and I had to take it easy for a bit. I fixed some food, and when I had enjoyed it, Koa wanted out for another walk. After the walk, I tried to relax a bit, until our friend was coming. She texted that she was on her way, but Koa hinted that he needed to go out. I texted our friend that we were heading out for a short walk, and just as Koa and I were heading out the door, our friend walked up to our home.

We went for a little walk, which seemed to make Koa happy. We talked about what happened with Koa during the night. Our friend observed Koa for a while, and of course, Koa didn’t show any of the signs, as he was too excited of her visiting us. She checked some of the things that I had observed with Koa with some info she found online.

The trouble is, that I don’t really have a “natural baseline” for Koa. When he came to me, he whined every now and then. But, it was stressful, being away from his family. And, when he moved into my home, he already had some issues with some ear wax. So, he could have been dealing with his ears already then. He never completely stopped the occasional whining, but then, his ears weren’t being treated yet, as I didn’t know that he was suffering from the infections. So, it’s making it very hard for me to know the actual reasons for his whining. He doesn’t do it all the time, and he’s not really showing any other clear signs that he’s in some sort of discomfort.

It’s also harder for us to really find out what Koa is dealing with, as he never showed any of the clear signs of dealing with ear infections, except maybe the little whines, so there are no diminishing signs to show us that the treatment is working. And… He will be 6 months in a few days time, so there is so much happening in his body and mind. He’s still growing, so there’s always a chance of growing pains. He’s hitting puberty, so that means a lot of changes too. And, if he has been dealing with his ears since he was just a wee lad, then it will be strange to him what could be happening to his ears now, as the meds are (hopefully) destroying the infections.

We tried to find out all we could, and the answers we found were good, but inconclusive, as we can’t be sure of any of it. There are moments where I wish dogs could just talk to us with words. So Koa could tell me why he keeps whining every now and then, so I could make sure to do anything possible to help him feel better again.

My friend joined us for a nice walk, and then she got ready to head back home again. Of course, within a few minutes, Koa lay himself down again, and did the little sad whiney thing again. I tried to capture it on video, so I could share it with our friend. When she heard some of the little whines, she understood why they worried me some. So I’ll just keep monitoring Koa as best as I can, so I can give him the best support.

Koa had his meal, I had a snack, and then I got everything ready so we could head to bed. It took me quite a while to get comfortable enough to doze off, as my hand was being annoying. When I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up to get a drink, and go potty. We went back to bed after that, and I managed to get some sleep, until Koa woke me up again. We went outside, Koa did his thing, and back to bed again. Koa whined a bit again, and I checked the clock, and told Koa I needed a bit more sleep. And, for some magical reason, he stopped whining, and we dozed off again. An hour later, Koa told me that it was, in fact, now time to get up. So I did, and we started our “day”.

Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:

:pixy_party: 💜 🍀 🐾

#PixysJourney
#WeirdFolks
#ActuallyAuDHD
#KoaKoolani

#Journal of a worried Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Saturday, 22/08/2026).

After a bit of a mixed night, Koa woke me up again, and informed me that it was time for us to start our “day”. I fixed Koa’s food, took me meds, got dressed, and then, we headed to the couch. While I was busy, trying to write an answer email to my sweet friend. While I was busy typing, Koa was busy chewing on one of his snacks. And yes, I checked to make sure if it was a snack, and not something else he was secretly trying to destroy.

At some point, I heard Koa gobbling up his snack too quickly, and I think it got stuck in his throat for a while. Koa was stressed, and he drank almost all of his water-bowl in one go. He was panting, whining a bit, and constantly grabbing for my hand. I did my best to check his mouth and throat, and I could find nothing stuck somewhere. So I thought that the last bit of the snack had been stuck for a little while, which caused him the distress. As it took some time for Koa to settle down, I texted a dear friend that I was worried about him.

The panting got less, he had a normal pee and poop, he was able to eat without any visible issues. The only thing that remained, was the occasional sad whining. But the difficult thing was/is, that Koa has always been a bit of a whiner, ever since he came to live with me (probably due to his ears). So I had no idea what these whines were about, making me worry all through the night.

After I finished the email to my friend, I took Koa out for walkies. He did all the usual things in his normal ways. But, when we got back, there were moments again where Koa let out some of his sad whines. I made and ate my brekkie, and then I started writing my blog post for that day. Koa seemed to relax a bit more. But, every time he whined a bit again, I felt it through and through. I felt so helpless, as I felt like he was dealing with some sort of discomfort, and I just wanted him to feel better again, but I didn’t know how to help him.

I scheduled the blog post, walked another short round with Koa, and fed him his meal. I watched him closely, and I saw no issues with his eating. But shortly after he finished, he lay down, and there was some whining again. I tried to comfort him every time when he whined, but I still felt like I should be doing more to help him feel better.

I started writing my journal toot, but my hands were tired, and I had to take it easy for a bit. I fixed some food, and when I had enjoyed it, Koa wanted out for another walk. After the walk, I tried to relax a bit, until our friend was coming. She texted that she was on her way, but Koa hinted that he needed to go out. I texted our friend that we were heading out for a short walk, and just as Koa and I were heading out the door, our friend walked up to our home.

We went for a little walk, which seemed to make Koa happy. We talked about what happened with Koa during the night. Our friend observed Koa for a while, and of course, Koa didn’t show any of the signs, as he was too excited of her visiting us. She checked some of the things that I had observed with Koa with some info she found online.

The trouble is, that I don’t really have a “natural baseline” for Koa. When he came to me, he whined every now and then. But, it was stressful, being away from his family. And, when he moved into my home, he already had some issues with some ear wax. So, he could have been dealing with his ears already then. He never completely stopped the occasional whining, but then, his ears weren’t being treated yet, as I didn’t know that he was suffering from the infections. So, it’s making it very hard for me to know the actual reasons for his whining. He doesn’t do it all the time, and he’s not really showing any other clear signs that he’s in some sort of discomfort.

It’s also harder for us to really find out what Koa is dealing with, as he never showed any of the clear signs of dealing with ear infections, except maybe the little whines, so there are no diminishing signs to show us that the treatment is working. And… He will be 6 months in a few days time, so there is so much happening in his body and mind. He’s still growing, so there’s always a chance of growing pains. He’s hitting puberty, so that means a lot of changes too. And, if he has been dealing with his ears since he was just a wee lad, then it will be strange to him what could be happening to his ears now, as the meds are (hopefully) destroying the infections.

We tried to find out all we could, and the answers we found were good, but inconclusive, as we can’t be sure of any of it. There are moments where I wish dogs could just talk to us with words. So Koa could tell me why he keeps whining every now and then, so I could make sure to do anything possible to help him feel better again.

My friend joined us for a nice walk, and then she got ready to head back home again. Of course, within a few minutes, Koa lay himself down again, and did the little sad whiney thing again. I tried to capture it on video, so I could share it with our friend. When she heard some of the little whines, she understood why they worried me some. So I’ll just keep monitoring Koa as best as I can, so I can give him the best support.

Koa had his meal, I had a snack, and then I got everything ready so we could head to bed. It took me quite a while to get comfortable enough to doze off, as my hand was being annoying. When I was finally snoozing, Koa woke me up to get a drink, and go potty. We went back to bed after that, and I managed to get some sleep, until Koa woke me up again. We went outside, Koa did his thing, and back to bed again. Koa whined a bit again, and I checked the clock, and told Koa I needed a bit more sleep. And, for some magical reason, he stopped whining, and we dozed off again. An hour later, Koa told me that it was, in fact, now time to get up. So I did, and we started our “day”.

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