When they came to get me I was all shakes and wiggles. I could hardly keep myself still. They usually like that, but this time they kept saying things like "Good girl. Just relax. Okay...Good girl...Lay down." On the plus side, since they were under strict orders to not let me lick or fuss with my bandages, Alicia let me lick her face instead! She never lets me do that. On the minus side, when I didn't listen, they put on the "cone of shame."
|Trying to get to my bandages.|
|Decked out in my Ecollar for the ride home.|
When I got out of the car at home, the first thing I did was pee. I peed for a whole minute. Seriously. I was saving it up. I am a well-trained puppy, and I know better than to go to the bathroom inside, so I held it from Tuesday morning at 8am until Wednesday night at 8pm. 36 hours. Thank goodness I'm on antibiotics, or that could've caused a urinary infection.
Moving around with the bandages was challenging. I walked kind of like a peg-leg pirate. I was okay with that, though. What I didn't like was that I had to wear the "cone of shame." It is really hard to get comfortable with a peg leg and a cone of shame. Even heavily medicated, I just couldn't sleep. Thankfully, Matt slept on the couch next to my bed, and helped me when I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
|Settled in on my bed.|
|Asleep and snuggled in a blankie.|
I love my new bed! It's a Serta!
|Finally! A nap without a cone!|
|Living the peg-leg life.|
|Waiting for Dr. Hall, so he can remove my bandages.|
|My "good" side.|
DO NOT SCROLL DOWN UNLESS YOU ARE OKAY WITH BRUISED AND STITCHED PUPS!
SERIOUSLY, IT LOOKS GROSS!
DESPITE HOW BAD IT LOOKS, I FEEL GREAT!
BUT IT DOES LOOK GROSS!
WARNING: My leg looks awful, but it's just healing. If you don't like the look of lot of bruises and stitches, just stop reading now and consider this post finished. But, if you want to see my leg, read on.
|Bandages off. Ecollar removed. Time to sleep.|
|Bruised and battered, but on the road to recovery.|