Radiation Therapy and a Dog Named Dash

Dash and I out for a walk

On the first day of radiation, the friendly medical assistant showed me into the dressing room, handed me a patient gown and a key to a locker dangling from a twisted piece of plastic in the shape of a bracelet. She showed me to a cupboard where there was a drawer labeled with my name on it. Seeing my name there in print amongst the names of the other patients made my heart sink. I wondered who these people were and what kind of cancer they had.

“Each day when you are done with your treatment, you can store your gown here to use again,” said the medical assistant. Then she escorted me to a chair to wait my turn for the blast of radiation coming from the huge machine inside the sterile room that the technicians fled from before hitting the kill button. There is no comfort in seeing the person who is administering your treatment for cancer protecting themselves from the same toxins. It makes you pause in wonderment and fear and made me want to flee with her.

The patient before me left the room and now it was my turn. My eyes darted from side to side and I broke out into a sweat as I was positioned on the table. While holding my arms overhead and tilting my chin away from my chest as I was instructed to do so, tears ran down my cheeks. I felt sad, scared and physically exposed with my breast out in the open. The machine began moving around me and made a low humming noise. A red light glowed in the corner of the room, sort of like a traffic light, warning the staff not to come in. A few moments later the machine stopped back in its original position. The technician came in and told me I could release my arms. “All done Trina,” she said. “See you tomorrow.”

This routine went on every day, and I continued to work around my treatment appointments. A few weeks into radiation, I became very fatigued. I had trouble doing the smallest of tasks and spent most of the evenings in bed after work. I would get up only long enough to try to gather up some dinner for my son. I decided I needed to take a short-term leave of absence from work so I could rest in between treatments. I just couldn’t do it all and I had a hard time admitting that to myself.

The weeks that followed were filled with daily trips to and from the clinic and lonely hours in bed. I decided I needed a full-time companion to keep me company and a dog was just the ticket. I was thumbing through a magazine when I saw an advertisement that featured a Dachshund. I fell in love with the adorable little creature in the pictures and tore out the page to show my son Curtis. “This is the kind of dog I want,” I told him. He just shook his head. If it wasn’t a big dog like the Golden Retriever his dad has, he couldn’t see the point.

On Saturday Curtis and his friend wanted to hang out at the pier in Pismo Beach and asked if I could drive them there. I thought it would be a good opportunity to walk the beach and clear my head while they hung out so I agreed. As I was coming up the beach Curtis was yelling to me from the top of the pier. “I found our dog Mom, come quick,” he shouted. He excitedly lead me to the local pet store just off the main drag, all the way I protested that there was no way I was buying a dog today. Behind the glass barrier was a red miniature Wiener dog with the most precious face I had ever seen. The clerk brought the puppy out and handed her to me. She immediately wrapped her head and neck around mine and snuggled up to my chest. She clung there in desperation as if she was willing me to take her home. I was instantly hooked. There was no way I was leaving this store without her. I bought all the puppy supplies that the clerk recommended and a $1000 later, I walked out with the newest member of our family. I named her Dash. I thought it was a fun play on words for the breed and her long body reminded me of a dash mark. That first night at home I placed Dash on the floor at the foot of my bed in the kennel that the clerk said I would need in order to train her. She whined a little and seemed scared and restless. I kept popping up from my pillow to look at her every time she moved in the night. Neither of us got a good night sleep. The next night I decided she would sleep on the bed with me. She was so small and timid and I wanted to protect her from falling off of the bed so I built a wall of pillows around her to encapsulate her. She still wasn’t settled with this arrangement. On the third night Joe was there with us. She curled up onto Joe’s chest and rested her head into his neck. She stayed like that all night and it was love at first sight for those two. From then on Dash would snuggle with us throughout the night. She burrows under the covers to keep warm, and her body next to mine is like a hot water bottle. Her calm loving spirit coupled with her timid personality made her the perfect companion for me while I was resting in bed. During the day we would take long walks together and then rush back to the comfort of our bed exhausted from the outing. This sweet little creature became one of the greatest loves of my life, and my emotional savior.

The Seven Scams My Dog Pulls Off To Get More Food

Dash 2012

pot-belly tween-dog adj   My 5 year old wiener dog; Dash. She was suppose to be a miniature Dachshund, but at 22 pounds, there is nothing miniature about her. She has a small head like a miniature  but a big body like a standard, in between, (a ‘tween-er’), and she is fat so she has a  pot-belly.

Dash is ALWAYS hungry. She constantly complains about it and has developed 7 scams to get more food from her family:

  • The “I’ll guard you while you are eating, then I’ll come in for your leftovers” scam. I’ll bark at the TV,  imaginary other dogs, and the UPS truck’s brakes to show you how well I guard.
  • The “Helping to clean-up the ‘brothers’ rooms while foraging for food” scam. I’ll run up the stairs with you when you go in to tidy their rooms and grab as much food as I can find as fast as I can.
  • The “I went potty outside (again) so I get a treat” scam. Hey you started the ‘potty outside’ treat…don’t blame me.
  • The “I acted like I wanted to go outside so you got up but instead I ran to the treat cabinet” scam. I’m an addict what can I say?
  • The “Wake you up in the middle of the night to hunt in the garden, then insist on a treat for my efforts” scam. You guys were so excited that night I caught the possum…hate the game not the player.
  • The “Wow, waking you up in the middle of the night scam worked so now I’m just going to whine until you wake up, where I will act like I am going to go outside to either potty or hunt, but I will only put one paw out, then I will run towards the treat cabinet and wait for a delicious yum-yum” scam. And finally:
  • The “You just had sex so I get a treat for having to witness it” scam. That’s right, I get another treat after you have sex or I can just whine instead of letting you drift off to sleep until I wake you up for my next treat.

    Sleeping Beauty

    Dash on a walk

Dash at the back door