Guess who jumped on the counters??!
So I probably shouldn’t be quite *this* overjoyed at a “naughty” act…. I actually gave him a treat. 😉
It’s pretty wonderful to see Charley do some of the “old” things. He’s barking at people walking by out the window, sitting on the couch & chairs like he owns the place and now putting his front paw up on the counter to see what food we may have left behind.
I changed his bandage tonight with the help of a neighbor – things are looking better and better. Still some drainage and it’s not perfectly dry, but it’s a little better than yesterday and a little better than the day before.
One week post amp — I’m feeling like we’re going to make it!!!
HOPE is good.
It’s good to be hopeful. It’s good to be full of hope. Hope is a wonderful thing.
Hope also happens to be the name of my alma mater. 😉
We had a great visit with Dr. Jim yesterday afternoon – who told me that though Charley’s incision isn’t healing perfectly, it’s healing well. The redness subsided somewhat and the puffiness/swelling/oozing was pretty normal. Ideally, everything would have been dry & not as pink/red, but we’re doing well.
Though Charley doesn’t seem quite as lively today so far, I’m feeling more hopeful. Hopeful for his future, for his happiness, for his comfort level and for his rightful place in our home as the family dog, who just happens to be a tripawd.
Sometimes I get scared of having my hopes up too high. The past few years have had their share of disappointments. But if we don’t hope, we don’t try. If we don’t aim for something better, we’ll never achieve it. Hope is part of what makes us human! And I will continue to hope on Charley’s behalf.
Day by day, little by little – we’re making it.
A better day!
It’s amazing how things look better after a semi-decent night’s sleep! We conked out around 9:30 p.m. & Charley woke for his pain meds around 1 a.m. I tried to get him to go back to sleep on the floor…. That wasn’t going to happen, according to him! So I put his muzzle on as a precaution & hoisted him on to the bed with me, where he normally sleeps (only 1 little yelp). I kept the leash attached to him and put the handle around my wrist & we slept all the way ’til 7:30 a.m.! Hooray!
We went outside to pee this morning & Charley tugged me across the street to sniff whatever was going on in the cul de sac park. He was tuckered out on the way back in (we stopped several times), but it was so nice to see some of the “old Charley” in his personality.
Charley is borrowing his big brother’s t-shirt to keep him from licking at his bandages and the scrapes he has on his “good” front leg from the accident. It’s a little big — maybe we’ll find a smaller one soon.
So far today he’s eaten a can of lamb/gravy dog food, 2 leftover meatballs from dinner last night, some pumpkin and treats, of course. He regularly gets up to drink out of his bowl or just to find a more comfortable spot on top of his blankets.
We’re just going to chill for the rest of the day. Maybe we’ll sit outside on the front lawn & enjoy some chilly sunshine (it’s only 52* degrees here). I’m sure Charley will have some admirers stop by. And maybe this MOM can clean up the house a little bit (seriously, who fired the maid?!?!?).
