In March I got a puppy – a cute, playful little boy.
Carlos loves Caramel, she hates him. He runs, squeaks toys, finds baby bunnies (the subject of another blog) and I swear is constantly eating (and pooping).
I took him in for his first vet visit to have puppy bliss destroyed.
His fecal test came back for a protozoa, which was treatable. Then the vet sadly told me he had demodex. A type of mange, he would lose his little baby hairs on his tiny baby head… and there was nothing I could do.
We would hope he would grow out of it as he got older.
Of course God would give me a puppy that was suffering from alopecia.
So, for a month I watched my baby puppy transform into an old man. Helpless.
Carlos didn’t know any different. He was excited about life. Caramel still didn’t care for him, but it wasn’t because of looks.
At the next appointment, an older vet suggested a treatment… so we went with it.
In three months I no longer had a balding pup.
It’s been nine months since I took a picture of my head. I don’t typically wear a headband unless I have my hair pulled up.
I have one spot near my temple, but otherwise it’s filling in nicely.
A couple of weeks ago I noticed a thinning spot on top and the spot on the back of my head growing.
Twelve shots to the head last appointment. We’ll see where we’re at in two months.