Poodle maltese chihuahua mix

I have a 16 year old dog who has been going through the throes of Dementia since around August of last year. Her major symptoms are restlessness/anxiety/confusion. She is a 10lb chihuahua mix, who up until last year, was extremely low maintenance and also loved to be in cars. I even drove across the entire country over 2 weeks with her at one point...she previously was always quick to settle on the car seat/bed, and would just occasionally rise to look out the window here or there. She is now deaf, and her vision is not great, which might be a contributing factor.
However, since fall of last year, she has become extremely anxious in the car...she will almost never settle down, and she'll jump back and forth from front seat to back seat, pant heavily, whine, try to jump into my lap etc. I can't calm her, even when petting her with one hand, or even holding her when she does end up on my lap. The only thing that seems to put her more at ease is allowing her to stick her head out the window full time. Moreover, she must have her head out an open window...a closed window stresses her out more. This is difficult on freeways, at night, during bad weather etc. Also, she's lost a lot of leg strength this last year, so she's very unstable when she's posted up on the passenger arm rest to get her head out the window. She slips and slides, and sometimes ends up on the floorboard as a result. Needless to say, I can get distracted while driving, which is unsafe for everyone involved, and I hate myself for being in this position.
I wish I could not drive with her at all. But I work outside of the house, and my wife works from home only 3 days out of the week, so for the 2 other days, I drive our dog over to a family member's house for caretaking (this is because her dementia has her now peeing every 3 hours, and has also caused really bad separation anxiety/confusion when left alone).
I've installed one of those backseat covers that partitions off the entire backseat of my car, and have tried to drive with her just being isolated to only the backseat, so that I'm not as distracted, but she's just causes chaos in the back, and tries really hard to get her head out the window back there, but she's unable to because of how small she is relative to the back window....this stresses her out even more. Her dementia also has her pacing quite a lot in general, so one of those car harnesses that buckles into a seatbelt will not work b/c she ends up extremely tangled, and I worry about the asphyxiation risk. I tried to put her in a travelers crate (she had previously flown in this same crate at least 4x on airplanes) and she immediately peed in it because I think she was just so scared.
I already have her on selegiline, senilife, and other cognition supplements for her CCD. She's on librela for any possible joint paint. I can't say if any of the cognition drugs have done anything, because her dementia seems to still be progressing. When I last emailed my vet, she implied that if the selegiline doesn't seem to be working, we may have to transition her onto a more sedative prescription such as trazadone, or xanax. Shes been on Selegeline since January (5 months), and it has done nothing to help with her car anxiety.
Thank you if you've made it this far. Can you please let me know if you have any insight or tips if you've gone through a similar situation?

To be honest, I wasn't sure that the Advice sub would let me post this there so I'm posting it here because it's so fucked up. And it didn't seem right for Let's Not Meet, either. But I do need advice, because I feel I'm losing my fucking mind.
So I (30F) have always been very close to my cousin (30F), let's call her Angela. Because we're the same age, our parents (my mom and her father are siblings) went through all the same stages with us and as such, we were more or less raised like siblings due to how much time our families spent together.
We even had homes in the country in the same township, which is where I think this happened. And I can't really tell my family this because it will make me sound legitimately crazy. And some part of me even doubts this memory, but at the same time I know in my heart that it's true. It's a complicated feeling, and this memory was brought to light last week when my suspicion I've had for years was more or less confirmed.
One winter, sixteen years ago, when Angela and I were both fourteen, both of our families were at our cottages, a twenty minute drive from each other. Angela and her little brother (my cousin, let's call him James) parents (my aunt and uncle) were going skiing one morning, and I wanted to go too. So I spent the night at their cottage, like I often did when we all went up north.
Angela's bedroom had two single beds in it, and James' room was down the hall. The whole house was open concept, so the hall from Angela's room to James' room did not have walls, but rather was bordered by two railings over which you could see down into the main floor, the open concept living and dining rooms.
James is four years younger than us, and when he was 10, he was such a typical little boy/little brother, it's almost cartoonish to look back on. Like, I'm talking *constantly* bothering us, putting a stink bomb on a remote control car that he would sneak into our rooms, trying to read Angela's diary when we weren't in her bedroom, just all the stuff. But never anything cruel or out of the ordinary or sinister, just a massive handful.
The basement of James and Angela's cottage was filled with storage and old toys, and sometimes (on the rare occasion) that we'd willingly play with James, we'd all go down to the basement and try to freak each other out. Anyway, one of the toys in the basement was your typical Raggedy-Ann doll from the 60s or something. I think it belonged to my uncle when he was a kid and then Angela when she was a baby. Her name was Trilly. I forget who named it. Anyway, I have vague memories of playing with it when we were much younger and pretending it was our third cousin or our little daughter. But since then she'd sat in storage in the basement.
But, what great nightmare material! Right?! A creepy, limp, smiling doll. So the night I stayed over, before we went skiing in the morning, James, Angela and I were up to our playing in the basement, and I remember we tried to freak James out by pretending Trilly was alive or something like that. Whatever. Game over, we all had dinner with the parents, then watched a movie as a family and went to bed. James to his room and Angela and me to Angela's room.
Now this is the thing. Angela and I still joke about this night, and she remembers it just like I do, which is why I sort of wrote off my hypothesis until last week. That night, in the middle of the night, I started tossing and turning. I woke up and could tell that Angela was stirring as well. One of us said to the other, "are you awake?" and the other said "yes," and we realized that we both couldn't sleep or were woken up by the same thing or were both just feeling restless. But then, at the other end of her room, Trilly was sitting in the fucking desk chair.
I think it was Angela who pointed it out. We saw a shadow, thinking it was a person, freaked out, and then relaxed briefly when we saw it was just the doll. But then we got freaked out all over again and were like, "why the FUCK is this FUCKING doll in your room!?!?", murderously standing up and going over to it to pick it up and throw it in James' room and pound the living Christ out of him.
We turn on all the lights, turn on the hall light, stomp down the hall into his room and turn on his lights, and see he's not in his bed. We then go downstairs (my aunt and uncle's room was on the main floor), Trilly still in Angela's hands, and hear my aunt and James in the washroom. Turns out James had been sick for the last few hours and my aunt had been up all night with him as he was throwing up in the washroom. And when we saw the scene we immediately could tell that James had nothing to do with Trilly. Like, it was just one of those really believable situations where we could tell James truly had no idea what was going on. We even felt bad for him. And, to top it off, when we told him the story in the morning it scared him so much that he didn't go into the basement for like a year. Anyway, it just seemed really sincere.
So Angela and I went back up to her room and we were like, "are we *sure* we didn't bring this up here last night? Are we sure? We must have." Anyway, while we were really freaked, we figured that it was explainable. We knew the doll obviously didn't walk itself upstairs like it was some horror movie. But, because we were fourteen and all for the drama (and I remember us having the "better safe than sorry" mindset) we called her dog upstairs (Bella, a poorly behaved black poodle). We started playing tug-of-war with Bella, using Trilly as the toy, and eventually Bella ripped her to shreds.
Anyway, funny memory, making the dog rip up the doll, we laughed and thought we were tough and cool, then we went back to bed.
The next morning, instead of all of us going skiing, it was just Me, Angela, and my Uncle, because James stayed home with my aunt on account of his stomach flu. But when we woke up, Angela was acting weird. Nothing too noteable, just really bizarrely quiet as she moved around her room to get her clothes out of her drawers and get changed. She didn't, like, acknowledge me in her room. I said something like "morning" when she didn't acknowledge me, and she looked at me and then turned back to her drawers and kept getting changed.
And she was looking around weirdly, I remember that too. Almost like she'd misplaced something, but a little more dazed than that. Just moving strangely. Then she went downstairs without saying anything to me at all. I thought maybe she was just super groggy... but it still felt really weird.
When I went downstairs, she was standing at the island in the kitchen buttering toast that my uncle had put in for us. I distinctly remember walking up beside her and the toaster, pulling a piece of toast out of it, putting it on the plate that had been set out for me, and when I dipped the knife into the container of butter, Angela smacked my hand away, hard, and looked at me and snapped, "what are you doing? Don't take things that aren't yours". I was shocked. It honestly felt like being struck in the face. She'd never spoken to me like that before, and even though we were like siblings, I still felt that kind of mortifying embarrassment you feel when someone calls you out on misbehaving, even though I wasn't doing anything wrong; but it *was* her family's butter and bread? I don't know. That's what I remember thinking. But it was awkward and weird and I just said, "um, what?" and then she didn't say anything, just kept buttering her toast, and I mumbled some apology.
The three of us then drove to the ski hill and, I kid you not, Angela and I didn't speak the whole way there. I had no idea what was up, but I didn't want to ask with her dad in the car.
Then when we got to the ski hill, we went skiing just the two of us and on the chairlift during the first run I mustered up the courage to say "Hey, did I do something wrong? I feel like you're really mad at me or something". And she turned to look at me and was confused. Not friendly, not warm, not reassuring, but confused. It was almost as if I was a stranger and she looked at me as if to say, "sorry, who are you? why are you talking to me?"
And she responded in a formal way: "Sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about". The distance in her voice was really eerie, and I started to think maybe this had to do with the doll incident the night before and either she was trying to extend the prank, and she was the one who had put the doll on the chair, OR she felt guilty that we ruined this family doll and she resented me for being a part of it. Anyway, when we got to the top of the hill, she skied down quickly and didn't wait for me to go back up again, and we ended up skiing separately.
I felt awkward and embarrassed like I'd done something wrong. I ended up skiing with my uncle who asked me what was up with us, and I just said I didn't know. Then after our day of skiing, he dropped me off at my family's cottage and continued on home with Angela.
For the rest of that whole school year (we were in ninth grade), Angela and I didn't really speak. It was really sad. We were like sisters before, but better because we weren't actually sisters, but cousins, and so we were like best friends that were related. Seriously, we were really close. And it really messed me up, I felt like she just ghosted me. I would text her and call her house but she was always "fine" or "with Jessica" (her best friend). I chalked it up to her just outgrowing me, and it really fucking sucked. But, to be honest, it was so jarring and such a stark shift that I was more confused than hurt. I talked to my mom about it and she explained to me how rough it can be to be a teenage girl.
But that following summer, we were up at our cottages again, and our family had a barbecue and invited over my aunt and uncle and Angela and James. I had seen Angela at family things a couple of times since and she would just kind of ignore me and spend the whole time texting, which is what I expected this time.
Sure enough, that's what happened for the first bit of the barbecue. But then when the food was ready, she came up beside me as we were dressing our hamburgers at the condiment table and said, "oh my god, remember that night we got Bella to ruin Trilly?" and I was so shocked by her friendly tone, by her acting as though she were picking up a conversation we just were having, that I just stared at her and said, "yeah, that was crazy". And she said, "yeah, so funny. Anyway, how've you been?" again, really different and formal. I almost couldn't get past how altered her tone was, like we'd never even met. In fact she seemed so sprightly and kind that I thought she was mocking me.
And our relationship since that barbecue carried on just like that. She started talking to me more, but I'd reference inside jokes or ways we used to be or things we used to do and she never really latched on to any of them. I was caught between thinking she'd outgrown me and thinking she was like embarrassed of our closeness before or something and was trying to move on. I talked to my mom about this, and again got the speech about how teenage girls can be really cruel/strange sometimes.
So until we were about 22, we were like that. Nice to each other, talking sometimes, not that close, and I learned to not try and act like we were all close or that we had been close. I talked to my friends about it too and they said it was normal for friendships to change like that. But something felt off about this. I started to honestly feel crazy for hanging on to this "before" memory of Angela so much.
Then when we were 22, we grew apart. This time, it was mutual and natural. I moved cities, and she got engaged and became a real estate agent and we just had nothing to talk about. It was gradual and I didn't notice it much. Which brings us to eight years later, just last week.
I was travelling in Iceland. I had to be there (very randomly) for a conference/workshop I was leading for work, and turned it into a vacation. Rented a car, decided I was going to drive across the island after the conference was over and stay on the east part and explore a bit.
Day four of my seven-day long road trip. It's mid-afternoon, I'm hungry. I've been driving for three hours and have come across no sign of civilization at all, and it was fifty miles to the next town. But then, voila! A little gas station/general store/cafe! Perfect!
Ah, fuck. I literally can't believe I'm writing this. It makes me sound fucking crazy. But here I go.
I park in the little three-car parking lot. I get out of my car, step onto the gravel, the sky is white, expansive, there are mountains everywhere around me, fields, sheep. The air is fresh. Seriously middle of nowhere. I walk up the wooden rickety steps and push open the door and hear the door chimes go. A man walks out from the back room and greets me, and the place is cute. There's a little handwritten menu above the cash register and I asked him in my pathetic Icelandic/English mix if I could have the gravlax toast. He's very friendly and kind and says yes, asks if I want a coffee, I say yes please, blah blah, he rings me up at the cash register, and I go and sit at the one table they have and wait for my food.
I look around - it's mostly a fishing supplies store with some general groceries. The man opens the door to the room from which he came, the kitchen I suppose, and says the order to the lady in the back who looks like she's doing some prep cooking. Immediately I stop. It's freaking Angela!!!! Or I thought it was.
Now, remember, I hadn't seen Angela in about eight years. Since her dad passed away when we were twenty-three, and because I'd moved cities, we just had no reason to really see each other especially after growing so far apart.
So, like, OH MY GOD, it's Angela! She's working at a random little general store in middle-of-nowhere Iceland! But wait, I thought. No. This is obviously not-fucking-Angela. Angela is a real estate agent in my hometown. I'd obviously know if she lived in Iceland lol. Right? I don't really use social media but the odd time I do, she'll pop up here and there. But I guess not enough for me to *confirm* she still lived in my hometown.
But anyway, she looked enough like Angela that I went right up to the cash register and rang the little bell and the guy came back out and when he opened the door I was able to get another look at her, and my heart skidded. A chill spread across my crown. It was one hundred percent Angela. Like, my full-on cousin. So, looking over the guys' shoulder, RIGHT AT ANGELA, I smile and say, "Angela!! Oh my god!!" and before she could respond, the door shut again.
And the guy at the cash smiled really big, a nice, friendly, smile and he looked surprised as well, and pointed back over his shoulder and then at me, as if to say, "you two know each other?!" which confirmed for me that her name was Angela, because he seemed really delighted at the coincidence. Expecting her to emerge from the kitchen, I walked around to behind the cash register (the invitation was implied by the guy) and he put his arm back to open the door for me, or for Angela, whom we both expected to be making her way over to me, too.
When he opened the door, she was head-down again, chopping vegetables. I walked through the door and said, "Angela? Angela!" smiling, thinking she hadn't seen me yet or realized who I was, all context considered. She looked up at me, and then quickly, as though avoiding my eyes, looked down. "Hey", she said, quietly, at the cutting board.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? Before I could ask anything, she said, "I'm really sorry, okay?"
What?
She repeated herself and then continued: "I'm really sorry okay? But we can't talk".
I actually, like, had no clue what was happening. I was looking into the eyes of my cousin whom I hadn't seen in forever in some random fucking shack in Iceland and she was acting skittish and afraid. I opened my mouth to protest and she said, "I need you to leave," then she called the guy's name and said something to him in Icelandic. She can speak Icelandic??!
The guy came in, his demeanour totally different. Almost like he was a bouncer. He gestured to my coffee and toast that were ready to go, took them in his hands and ushered me out of the kitchen and I could tell I no longer was welcome. Either I wasn't welcome or I was in danger, or both. It felt more like the former. And I don't think the guy had any idea what was going on, either. I think she must have said something to him like "I don't know this person, this person is crazy" or something. That's how he was acting toward me.
I got in my car, I drove five minutes down the road, and pulled over. I miraculously had service and I called my mom and told her everything. She kind of just laughed at me and was like "Many-Patient2894, that obviously wasn't Angela". And joked about me making some poor Icelandic woman feel extremely weird. But based off the guy's reaction when I said her name, her name was Angela, and the way she spoke to me and said sorry and said we couldn't talk, like, she knew me too. I told my mom all of this and I sounded fucking crazy and she just was basically like, "Haha, yeah, weird". I think she thinks I was making up the part about the apology.
I told all of my friends this, when I was still in Iceland, and they all reacted like my mom did. At this point, I had four days left in the country, and I kept wanting to return to the cafe/general store. But I didn't. I started to think maybe the woman thought I was someone else. But then I kept coming back to, but wait, this person was Angela. Her name, her body, her face, like I just didn't know what to do.
This brings me to two days ago, the day before yesterday, when I returned to Canada, where I live. It's eight o'clock in the morning and I'm on my way to work. In my car. Just picked up a coffee. Exhausted. Not thinking about Angela at all. Thinking about my laundry, my bills, what I'm going to make for dinner. The traffic is bad and it's a miserable day outside.
My phone dings. It's a random number. The text reads: "Hey! It's Angela! How was your trip?"
Haven't heard from her in eight years (except for our run-in in Iceland, if indeed it was one). No "how have you been??", no "I miss you!!" no "long time no talk/see!". I also hadn't posted anything about my trip on social media. Unless you were a friend of mine, you didn't know I was there.
I immediately call my mom, who follows Angela on Instagram, and ask her to look at her profile. Sure enough, Angela (not at all to my mother's surprise), is posting stories of the bachelorette party she's at in Miami. She's, like, not at all in Iceland.
I have no idea what's going on. And the way Angela/the woman spoke to me in the cafe had the cadence and softness that Angela had, and in my memory, lost, starting the morning of the skiing after the incident with Trilly and the dog. For some reason I'm fully back there in my memory now, realizing that that was the first morning of "the new Angela", the one that seemed to have no emotional memory of me at all. Like, the Iceland Angela seemed more like the "before" Angela.
I haven't replied to the text. I have no idea if it was bachelorette party Miami Angela or Iceland Angela that sent me the message, the area code is from neither Angela's hometown or Iceland.
I need advice, I have no idea what to do or who to talk to. Do I reply to the text? What do I say? I feel like the real Angela is fucking trapped in Iceland or something and has been for a long time. Or I don't even know. I have no idea what to do.

My dog 25lb poodle mix seems to enjoy other dogs. She loves being chased. However when the other dogs “catch” her she rolls over and freezes and lets all the dogs just come and sniff her at the dog park. I’ll come over and call her name and she’ll get up,run around looking for another dog to chase her. I know her laying on her back and letting all the dogs sniff her can lead to dog fights. It hasn’t yet because I make sure when she is close to getting caught in the chase I am right there to tell her to get up. Is there a way to fix this? It’s like a game of tag but she never wants to be “it.” When we walk into the dog park she immediately wants to run around and find another dog to chase her. She ignores the dogs who don’t want to chase her.

Help settle an arguement for us here. A coworker recently got a cockapoo but refuses to admit that it falls under the Doodle umbrella. So, are all Poodle mixes doodles?

So, I made the mistake of not training our boy, Ozzie, bathtime routine when he was a puppy. He's had baths, but only because he NEEDED them and he was too small to do anything about it. (Deep bathtub)
Now, despite being well brushed and having his nails clipped, he is a DUSTY boy. So dusty that it falls off him when I pat his fur. This is not good. He cannot be on the couch like this. He loves the couch and is already highly emotional. He would whine if our elderly chihuahua was allowed up and not him, it'd simply break his little heart.
Currently? He absolutely HATES water, even when it looks like it simply falls off his coat. I think it's mostly the sound thats scaring him, because on his own terms? He's fine with just SLEEPING out in the rain and snow right next to his doggy door that he could go in at any time he would wish.
It's not that I haven't TRIED to get him in the bath. But he's a little bit more muscular than most shepherds because of the fact he's mixed. His body is a rectangle with muscles at his chest, trained especially by my father who, as a grown nearly 6 foot man, wrestles with him regularly.
However, none of us can lift him. Especially not my 5'1 100lb ass. Brute force is a no-go. And, because my dad also trained him that being pushed, snacked in the face, and corralled in anyway is just another form of rough-housing fun-play, trying to pick him up or pull him in there will likely register as a game. (he's a dad, so he thought that if an intruder got in and tried to hit him, it wouldn't be a problem if he absolutely loved it and thought of it as play! And he absolutely loves trying to tackle my dad, and gets kinda disappointed when he's too gentle, so half points?)
He is, however, EXTREMELY food motivated, and I was able to use a pot of leftover macaroni and cheese (he ran out of his favorite treats) to get him to sit and stay in the bathtub, but as he showed down on his treat that I commanded him to eat slowly, I got too hasty, and turned on the water to fill my cup. I have never seen him so conflicted. He looked at the pot, looked back, looked at the pot and jumped out with such force that I knew that if he could speak, he would be giving me a harsh "fuck you!" For tricking him.
Now my dog is dirty, AND so is my bathtub.
The only alternative i can think of is to wait for the hot summer months where he's panting to try and hose-bath him. But that would be quite a few days where he isn't allowed on the couch, and would only be a bandaid and not a real solution.
So, as my family is out of town and I am 1v1 with the sweetest, most food-loving dummy ever, I would love some tips, tricks, and advice! How did you train your buddies? Did you use force? Was it a multiple day-training battle?
Things I won't try (because there's always that one guy) •mean words in a mean tone of voice (he's sensitive) (and I mean ACTUAL mean words, not command-tone) •showing him 'whose boss' (Not a solution) •picking him up •scaring him! I want to try and make bathtime register as fun, the same way my dad did the same for physical stuff. He's a big, sensitive lover, and I don't want his stinkiness to end up putting a bar in our relationship. He's a good boy, especially for a 1yo!

Hey guys, I have already been to the vet and we are stumped. Coming to the Internet to see if anyone has seen this before or can help me.
I have a 5 year old female Dachshund Chihuahua mix dog (20 lbs) and a 12 year old female tortoiseshell Domestic Shorthair cat (10 lbs).
Before this endeavor, we fed our dog a mixture of Zignature Kangaroo Dry Kibble and Weruva wet food (various flavors). Now she is on the Prescription Purina UR food. I feed my cat Fromm Salmon a la Veg kibble and Weruva Asian Fusion wet food. I portioned both according to their weights and the vet’s recommendations. I made sure all foods had a statement from the AAFCO.
Now onto the issue: About a month ago, our dog started acting weird on walks: peeing excessively, crying in pain, etc. We took her to the vet and they found both struvite and calcium oxalate stones in her bladder, and big ones at that. Poor girl had to have surgery and they told us it was probably genetic and it was a lifelong diet shift. Okay, other than the fact that we don’t have the money to afford this stupid prescription diet, fine. We’ll do anything for our baby and make sacrifices in our paycheck for her. It’s better than paying for another surgery in a few months, right?
Well, a few weeks after her surgery my cat started meowing and crying excessively. I recently switched her litter to the Silica Crystal kind (Brand name is Dr Elseys) and noticed her pee was bright pink or red. I immediately took her to the vet and now she has crystals in her urine! Luckily we’re in the early stages, so no surgery hopefully and they’re giving us antibiotics and trying to avoid having to change her diet.
My vet says it’s just bad luck. I said there’s no way it’s a coincidence that they both had the same problem at the same time. We brainstormed potential issues and the only thing my pets share is water and the brand of wet food.
We’ve been feeding them Weruva for over a year now, so I feel like if the food was an issue it would have started a long time ago. As for the water, we are on the city water and the same supply as the vet. The vet says there’s no reason to assume the water has excessive minerals in it. (Regardless, I’m getting a water filter and giving them filtered water from now on just for the heck of it)
My cat and dog are 2 completely different ages and species. They eat completely different foods. I have a very hard time believing they both magically developed the same problem at the same time for no reason.
Has anyone seen this before and do you know what could be in my house, environmentally that could cause this? Has anyone seen any issues in the efficacy of Weruva brand wet foods?
Thanks in advance lovely people of Reddit 😊

I have a 1.5 year old small poodle mix (19 lb) that is generally very shy and skiddish around even the friendliest dog. I’m usually against dog parks, but I started taking him a little bit to try to socialize him and build his confidence. We’ve gone maybe less than 7 times.
We visited some family and they have a ~3 month super high energy puppy that doesn’t have an off switch. When my dog was getting annoyed of him I would try to separate but my dog gave a warning snap which he has never done before and I was concerned about this and unsure how to proceed.
2nd instance: He was offered a type of food he usually hates and normally doesn’t eat (picky guy refused it all day), and the family dog went up to his bowl to sniff and my dog gave him a warning snap/growl at him & my dog proceeded to devour the bowl he would normally spit out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just let him eat since he hadn’t eaten all day and it was now 11:30 pm.
They have eaten meals together before out of their own bowls, so i’m not sure if that’s what caused it.
I am concerned this will develop into something more and I don’t like that he did that because the family dog is used to even eating out of the same bowl as the other family dog. I also didn’t want to take the food away so that I would be targeted as the new enemy.
Any advice? I think I will not be taking him to the dog park anymore either… lol

I have a small chihuahua mix that started throwing up about 3 weeks ago. Mostly just bile. He acts perfectly normal, goes to the bathroom etc with no issues. Over the last week he has stopped eating much although he seems to want to eat. Comes to the kitchen as if he wants food but turn his head once I offer anything. He nibbles on some wet food but just isn’t eating much at all. We had blood work and x-rays that were perfectly normal. He was taking some anti-nausea meds that seemed to work for 3 days but that was it. He’s now on some antibiotics for possible infection. He’s only had one dose so far (about 8 hours ago) but threw up again just now. I just don’t know what else to do at this point. Anyone have a similar situation??

Not sure if mixes are allowed, but here’s my rescue girl named Portia. She is a chihuahua and Pekingese mix and is an albino and a dwarf. She saved my life and brought me out of a horrible depression. Shes thebvesf thing to ever have happened to me.

Hello to anyone who reads this and I apologize beforehand if I leave something unclear as I am not an English speaker. Me and my boyfriend are getting a 1.5 month old puppy (a mix between a pinscher and a small poodle, so he's a small dog because we live in a really little apartment) We are getting him way early than we thought as the lady that is taking care of him is having a really hard time with all the puppies in her hands.
We have the intention of training the puppy by ourselves and also teach him how to travel with us.
My partner agreed to manage almost all the economic aspects because I'm currently unemployed, so I would appreciate to get not only advice on essential things for a first time dog owner, but also the things I can help with that don't involve money but are very important to take care of as well.
Any recommendation is very welcome and appreciated.
Edit: Okay, so I'll talk to the caregiver so we can leave the puppy with his mom for a couple of weeks or even more and will keep helping the lady as much as I can so she has a lighter time with the dogs.
I still need some advice on the things I can do to help that don't have to do with the economic part so I would value some.

So I adopted a 9 year old foster about week ago. He’s a chow chow mix and is very sweet and chill. To give some back story I am moving to a different city at the end of June to attend graduate school. I currently live at home and my parents have 2 chihuahuas and a GSD. Before adopting him I wanted to make sure he’d be ok being left alone and if he got along with other dogs. Foster said he was good with other dogs and did fine being left home alone. Well I decided to adopt and he’s great, very sweet, but he’s very clingy and although it’s not a big issue for me he is showing signs of separation anxiety. I’ll leave to go to work In the mornings and he’ll start howling and whining until he sees someone starts getting up to check up on him. This is a small issue considering I work at 5 am before anyone else gets up. But the biggest issue is that our other dogs don’t seem to get along with the idea of him being here. Our GSD is very high energy and he is 9 so he doesn’t like playing as much as she does. I started slow introductions like taking them on walks and letting them around one another to get to know each other and it seemed to work but they have gotten into two fights already which weren’t that bad but still a little scary. Our female chihuahua doesn’t seem to like him and has bit him once resulting in him grabbing her by the neck and shaking her. Again it seemed it was her fault to begin with. Would I be wrong to give him back to the foster because I think he deserves better. Although I am planning to move I do plan to come back home often. And parents believe it’s best to keep him isolated from all the other dogs when I’m here and he just looks sad most of the time. I feel bad keeping him from living a great life in a non stress home. I’m not sure what to do. He’s isolated to just my room and hallway area and doesn’t have much space.

39/m and I've been using the same bio for a while, mixed it up slightly here and there. I havent gotten any likes for months so I thought I'd try something drastically different. Aside from the obvious, I tried conveying personal traits with interests. Considering that I'm into horror movies, heavy metal, cooking, camping, and a dad who's legally separated, what do you think about this?
"Metal head dad seeking scream queen to cuddle with after we watch Halloween. I go camping a few times a year, but I haven't spotted Jason yet. If we spot him together, I'll distract him while you get to safety. We can celebrate surviving with a bbq or head to a nice restaurant. I'm legally separated, that parts not scary and is drama free."
For comparison, this is what I have right now:
"Legally separated, I'm from Brooklyn, dad to an 11-year-old son who lives with me full time (and a Chihuahua). Love heavy metal, horror movies, DIY and camping. Passionate, caring, and funny introvert. Seeking sarcasm, heavy metal fan, affectionate partner, horror lover."