For 2 weeks , we gave it a good try, but with his immune system shut down like it is on the prednisone, we had to go to Cephalexin. So far he is handling it well. The Greek style yogurt appears to be doing the trick. A couple people have asked if he has been checked for Cushings. The steroid has pushed his body into a temporary state of this disease (iatrogenic) . As the prednisone is reduced the steroid induced imbalance should correct itself. Knock wood his skin and hair will return to normal over time. His skin is paper thin, and delicate, and his hair is thinning. We had been giving him extra food the first week, but he was eliminating it by the ton, and not seemingly processing near the volume we were giving him. So I cut him back to just a little over his normal amount. I was under the impression that he would gain weight on the pred, but he lost in the past 2 weeks. We are going to pump the kibble in for a few days and get some calories back into this guy. Along with many of you, I've also been wondering if we should be giving him anything else. Dr. M. does not recommend a nutracal type supplement or anything out of the ordinary for Louie right now. Just let him eat were his words. Louie likes this Doc. very much ;-) He is still a very sick and weak pup but he is getting better! His PCV was 43 at Friday's check up. Great news! (The normal range is 37-55) Dropped another 5 mg of the pred! Will try dropping another 5 at the end of this week!! YEAH!!!!

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