5 More Days and Counting

Would it be a stretch to say we are going stir crazy in this purgatory called recovery?  Nana, who's recovery was rather problematic during the first 5 days has turned a corner and all that innate energy is trying to find somewhere to go.  Let's not forget how awful the weather has been.  I've even resorted to that time tested coping mechanism of driving around in the car on pseudo errands just to give us both something different to do.  I know Nana keeps hoping the metal machine will find its way to Hidden Falls where she can finally get out, find a few choice road apples and stretch her legs in a full on gambol.  Nope, she sits in the car while I buy more treats to stuff into a Kong that she can roll around the floor, keeping her occupied for short periods of time.

Bored dogs bark.  Given how impoverished her activity level is at the moment, she has decided to view anything that goes by the window as a threat that needs warning off.  This is not a good thing, she even barked at a video a friend posted on facebook.   Yep, boredom is not a good thing. 

The good news is I was able to take off the donut of healing for a little while this morning.  She is leaving her incision alone for the moment.  I still don't trust her, but as long as she leaves it alone I will leave the donut off.  Like a sheep, Nana is felting up where the rubber donut has rubbed against the underside of her chin and on her shoulders. Did I mention that it is the second donut I had to buy.  She managed to bite a whole in the first one. 

Like I said, 5 days and counting.

In Recovery

The donut of healing

Nana was spayed last Wednesday.  Recovery has been slow and we have made two trips to the vet for rechecks.  She will be fine but she does not take to personal pain in a stoic fashion, she doesn't do pain at all.  She is on two pain medications, but she doesn't want to get up and move if she can possibly help it.  She should walk a little to help circulation and the healing process, on the other hand, she should not be running, jumping, climbing stairs or leaping into the car, not that she actually has ever done this last feat.  She is pretty clumsy and manages to place her two front paws on the back seat then waits until I hoist her hinney the rest of the way. 

She is also pretty good at training me.  Currently, she thinks she has me believing that she can't make it to her water or food bowl and that I have to bring it to her or she will perish.  She doesn't know I heard her in the middle of the night get up and drink water.  She also walked quite well at the vets without the spinning and laying down indicative of a pain response.   I know she is capable, but we are both pretending that she needs to be waited on during this "perilous" time of recovery.  For a dog that has been accustomed to long, long hikes everyday - this is purgatory. 

So we have 10 - 14 days of house arrest, short walks for potty breaks and other than that a calm and restful rehab.  So you will excuse me while I bring her some toys since she can't manage to get up and reach the toy basket at the moment.