Vito's mom here. You might not realize this but sometimes Vito struggles with the English language and Mom doesn't have the patience to translate for him right now to tell Pippa's story.
Pippa arrived on Thursday night (my birthday!). She is a sweet, beautiful girl!
Her temporary foster mom, Stacey, brought her up from Southern MO, where she had rescued her from a shelter. She had been living with Stacey for 11 days and was doing great! She was very scared and sad at first but had really started to come out of her shell and was just an angel. It was very sad to see them say goodbye. Stacey had strongly considered keeping her but she has 3 pugs of her own and wanted Pippa to have her own family because she seemed so perfect.
Vito of course did his best to be super obnoxious when she arrived! Barking and squealing, his favorite way to welcome people or dogs. :) So we went outside and let them get out their energy and get to know each other.
We came back inside and Pippa made herself comfortable on the couch, where she stayed most of the night. Early on, Vito realized she wasn't much for playing, so he pretty much left her alone for the remainder of her stay. That night I did notice that she seemed to have a bit of a limp, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was - it was actually more of a "head-bob" while walking than a limp on any of her legs. I planned to keep a close eye on it.
Friday morning, Pippa was still keeping to herself for the most part, which I thought just meant that she was sad. She hated to be picked up, but I also thought that was just from possibly having been a breeder, and not understanding people-love. She wouldn't eat but I thought her tummy was just upset. She slept a lot, but I was in touch with Stacey and that seemed normal. As the day went on, and the more trips we went on outside for potty, she was moving slower and slower. Around 4pm, she had diarrhea, and that was the last time she went potty at all for me. I finally got her to eat some wet food out of my hand. By about 6pm, the limp was pronounced. By about 8pm, when I would make her stand up, she was holding up her left front leg. In between all of this, she was just sleeping.
By 9pm, she wouldn't walk at all. I carried her outside a couple of times to see if she would potty, and she would just lay down in the grass where I put her. She drank only a little bit of water. Late that evening, Stacey and I agreed to meet at the emergency vet's office early Saturday morning.
Saturday morning, she still wasn't walking. When we got to the vet's office, she would stand briefly but was now holding up both her left front leg, and her back right leg. The vet did x-rays, which came back negative. He was then concerned that this could be something in her brain.
After much deliberation and a few tears, Stacey decided to take Pippa back home with her and get her to a specialist. The vet here gave her a steroid shot, which helped! She was up and walking and eating and drinking! But it didn't last. Sunday the vet called in a steroid pill for her, which had no effect.
Back at home, Pippa woke up in pain early Monday morning, so Stacey took her to her vet in Southern Missouri, where as of last night, she was being kept for more tests and observation. Her vet is also concerned that it may be something in her brain.
Please keep Pippa and Stacey in your prayers. She is just the sweetest thing ever, and Stacey will do everything possible to help her and give her a good quality of life. Hopefully they will find something definitive soon, and that it is treatable. I am happy to know that whatever the outcome, that Pippa is back with her real mom who loves her so much, and who Pippa clearly loves as well.