Blowing Bubbles - Perhaps not just for fun!
By Denise Baker, Ojai, California

Denise and Denby in 2007
Photo: Ventura County Star

Everyone who lives with a Corgi thinks their Corgi is extra special. In my eyes, my beloved Denby has more than earned that honor. Can your Corgi eat, drink and blink? Denby, my twelve year-old Pembroke, hasn't been able to eat, drink or blink since August of 2004. That was the last time I saw the famous Corgi grin on his beautiful face and the last time he gave me wet puppy kisses.

What happened to Denby? It began with bubbles in a bowl. On a hot August night in 2004, I laughed as Denby blew bubbles in a clear water bowl while visiting a neighbor. What a talented dog I thought I had, until my neighbor pointed out something unusual. Despite Denby's "lapping", the water level remained the same. Searching the internet for "dogs blowing bubbles" I found videos celebrating this behavior and dismissed my worry. To this day I am haunted by that mistake. If you are worried about your Corgi, don't consult the internet. Take your dog to a vet!

Denby was becoming Mr. Grumpy and spending even longer periods of time at his water bowl. Finally, I made that much delayed appointment with the Animal Clinic of Oak View. When I told the vet what Denby was doing, he said "Show me." A water bowl was brought into the exam room and Denby demonstrated how he would completely submerge his nose below the water line and blow bubbles. Grimly, the vet looked at me and said "Your dog is very sick." Suspecting a brain tumor, he referred us to a neurologist who ordered an MRI. Even though the results came back normal, it was becoming evident that Denby could no longer grimace, blink or control his tongue. He was eventually diagnosed with idiopathic (meaning the cause is unknown) cranial nerve damage. It was irreversible.

Knowing that Denby wasn't dying of a brain tumor was a relief, but he could no longer eat food without choking. Despite my attempts to syringe water into his mouth, he was becoming dangerously dehydrated. Our visits to the vet became daily as the situation grew dire. It was then that Denby's vet presented me with my options: do nothing and watch Denby become dehydrated and weak (which, of course, neither the vet nor I would allow), euthanize Denby, or place an esophageal feeding tube into the side of his neck. Through this tube I would be able to feed Denby, give him water and medications and buy us time to monitor his health, to see if the situation would deteriorate any further or if it would stabilize.

I made my decision. In the Fall of 2004, Denby had his first esophageal feeding tube surgically implanted. Feeding Denby is a multiple times a day procedure, fit in between my work hours. I blend prescription dog food and then slowly syringe it into Denby's feeding tube. He can sleep and eat at the same time. Now that's multi-tasking taken to an extreme!

Denby with his feeding tube

With his feeding tube in place, Denby's days were no different than any other Corgi's. Chasing squirrels, catching Frisbees mid-air (even after the loss of an eye due to a corneal tear in 2009), naps in the sun and even some agility work. Life was fairly normal for him until December of 2011, when I first heard a peculiar sound on the concrete sidewalks while walking Denby. His right hind paw was dragging. This time I didn't wait. I took him to our vet. At that appointment, it was clear Denby was no longer able to reposition his back paw. The reflex to flip his paw back was absent. Like so many years before, I was told that Denby was very sick. He had all the signs of Degenerative Myelopathy. A genetic test later confirmed my worst fears. This deadly stalker of our beloved breed had selected Denby for yet another challenge.

Denby became an official member of the Wheelcorgis club in June, 2012 when he was fitted for his Red Racer, a two wheeled cart that serves as his wheelchair. The cart has replaced his stubby Corgi legs and his disrespect for sidewalk curbs has landed him upside down on more than one occasion. He can still wiggle his bunny butt and do the Corgi back roll with all the joyfulness that declares life is still well worth living.

Abstracted from a blog on The Daily Corgi with the kind permission of the author.