(No) Fun in Douglasville
Well, no trip to the Dandridge Riviera or Sea World for me. But Sara is finally, finally making decent progress in her recovery from being attacked by my neighbor's Lab last month and spending almost a month away from home as a result. Grayson is getting back to his big old self, too. He seems glad to have Sara's company again and eager to beat her out the door or see if what's in her food dish is better than his.
Taking care of her has been at least a part-time job. Examples: cooking meals for her to try to put the weight back on even though she had no appetite, dealing with "The Big D" (no, I don't mean David!) that resulted from her consumption of large amounts of food, having to keep a muzzle or e-collar on her at all times so that she would not reopen her wounds, hydrotherapy twice a day, dressing wounds and caring for staples and stitches, and cleaning up the resultant mess from all of the above.
If my life=0 before it's at least -1 or -2 now. I'm seriously considering putting up a personal ad and titling it "Must Love Dogs - and Be a Veterinarian."
The Dog Whisperer is right to stress the importance of exercise to our pets. Sara wasn't in any condition to resume our 1 - 2 miles of walking per day when she returned home. Once she seemed a little better I was hesitant to take her out for walks in the neighborhood because she had sores on several of her pads that I didn't want to aggravate. They were healing very slowly and leaving spots of blood everywhere she walked (great for light beige carpets and white floors!). But it's funny - even though we started walking last week, so her paws have been on asphalt, they're healing up more quickly now. And I'm seeing those tail wags again that have been absent for so long.
Pretty soon she'll feel good enough to start bossing Grayson around again ; )
posted by Teresa | 4:24 AM
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I'm glad Sara is on the mend. An unfortunate fact of life is that what goes in must come out. I remember you making this comment years ago while feeding Daniel generous portions of baked Ziti.
Hm. I don't remember the baked ziti comment. I bet it had something to do with watching Daniel eat and remembering the cornucopia of crap that Grandma used to shove down Justin's throat. God, would it come out stinking even worse than when it went in - gross!
Dr. Toby, Sara's veterinarian, took her stitches and all her staples out yesterday - yay! She actually seemed glad to see him...guess she'd spent enough time with him over the last month that she might've missed him after a week or so!
I was getting the car ready so the dogs could get in the back for the ride to the vet. Had the seats folded down, put another quilt in the back, and shut the hatchback. Sara usually likes to get in the car by jumping in through the back, but she was full of staples and stitches and not in any shape to do that. Or so I thought.
I let Grayson in the passenger side and turned to coax Sara in when all of a sudden she JUMPED...ONTO THE CLOSED HATCHBACK! She stood there on the rear window for a few seconds looking a little confused before I ran over to the other side of the car and lifted her down. Crazy girl!
The baked ziti incedent - or maybe it was penne, was way back when we lived in Douglasville. He loved the stuff (it was very good, I can attest to that)and kept wolfing it down.
There is worse things you can feed a little boy though. I found out after feeding him a lemon poppy seed muffin on day that the poppy seeds tend to stick the um, boy parts. No amount of baby wipes would get them off. Thank goodness our diapering days are over!
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