It’s been a while since I gave an update on my dogs, seems when they’re being good (and when I say good, keep in mind everything's relative here) I tend to leave them out of my blogging.
Today I have dogs on my mind. Not our guest, Katy, this time (she’s always inserting herself between the camera and whatever I need to take a picture of!),
or even Yoshi, our drama queen greyhound turned chow hound, (just look at her begging for ‘more cheese, please!’, who can resist that cute face?)
No, not them this time.
You see, this morning I had to drop our yellow lab, Sandy, off at the vet’s for surgery.
She’s no stranger to surgery, having just gone under the knife in November.
Close your eyes for the “Ouchy” picture coming up if you’re squeamish!
Her right rear leg had a blowout and needed to be repaired.
Cruciate ligament surgery is what they call it.
She’s been on restricted activity for months now, leash walking only, no running or playing catch, or chasing the greyhounds.
Ever see a lab try to keep up with a greyhound? Funny stuff.
Poor girl, everything she loves to do has been curtailed, even food, as she needed to lose weight too.
All that laying around with little exercise hasn’t been good for her figure.
(I can totally relate to that, it hasn’t helped mine one bit either.)
And even with all these precautions her other leg had a blow out a few weeks ago.
The surgeon says it’s not uncommon, when one leg goes they tend to overcompensate with the other leg, and that tends to eventually give out too.
She’s been in pain, and finally got to the point of not being able to go up the stairs to bed by herself.
The anti inflammatory meds and the pain pills aren’t helping her get around anymore.
Mike has had to pick her up and carry her up to bed the last couple weeks, much to her embarrassment.
We knew it was time to pull the trigger; without the surgery she can’t begin to get better.
So I dug out the dreaded “Cone of Shame” last night to bring it with us today.
I tried to keep it hidden.
She still seemed to know something was up.
With a heavy heart I had to say goodbye and leave her behind at the vet’s, we won’t get to see her again until tomorrow.
Gosh, I felt like such a traitor, just dropping her off and leaving like that.
The look on her face when they took her to the back just broke my heart!
We are so fortunate that she CAN be fixed,
and in a few months she will be able to run and play again, just like she used to.
She’s such a sweet girl.
Thanks for listening!
Edited to add; Sandy’s surgery went well and she will be coming home on Thursday afternoon. Thanks for all your caring!