The incision is roughly 9 inches long. His bruising got worse as the day
progressed. I am hoping my ineptitude
with the sling did not cause even more.
I am looking forward to getting Arri’s harness. He can wear it all day and I can grab on when
he needs help. I don’t have to chase
around with the sling. I think sometimes
he sees me coming and thinks ‘drat, why won’t she leave me alone’. We have only been doing this for a day and he
is already giving me that look.
I was warned that it will be a rough couple of
nights. Honestly, I think Summer was
worse on Sunday but last night was not fabulous. Arri sleeps on the bed with me. He is not allowed to jump right now and even
if I lift him up there, he will not wait for me to lift him off so he is banned
from the big bed. This led to some
pacing on his part. In the end, I moved
to the floor but by midnight, he still couldn’t settle in so I climbed back in
bed where it was warm. I bought him a
nice bed that is similar to the mattress but he would not sleep on it. Oregon
loves it. Sigh
At 3:30 I woke up to the sound of licking. I really hate that sound. It will wake me up every time. It doesn’t
matter what body part is being cleaned.
Arri was in the doorway licking in the vicinity of the wound. I started the ‘do you need to go out?’ game
and he gave me the blank stare with a slight wiggle of the tail. After 5 minutes of this game, I crawled out
of my warm, snuggly bed to see what the issue was. The answer?
No he didn’t need to go out but I needed to get the carpet cleaner
going. I guess a treat of canned dog
food wasn’t a treat at all. At least it
smelled better than Summer barf…if you can believe that.
A little after 4
am, I made everyone go out. If I had to
be awake so did they. They happily took
care of business. The single step in and
out of the house is still kicking our butt.
Arri made it to the grass without stopping and was ready to turn around
and get back inside. We are having some
issues with the other dogs in the house blocking the way.
Arri ended up in the inflatable e-collar after licking last
night. He looks miserable. He did have a little bloody discharge this
morning but it has dried up.
I have taken the day off work, mostly. No baking.
Just paperwork and phone calls.
Since Arri likes to hang with me in the office, it works out well. Today is such a beautiful day that we take a
book and sit in the yard enjoying the sun and breeze. The ulterior motive is to get him to go to
the bathroom. He has been having toxic
gas releases all day but nothing solid.
Yesterday we were celebrating poop, today we are begging for it.
He is really moving much quicker. He tires after only a few feet but that is
pretty amazing. I purchased a few more
carpet runners this morning and now he can confidently maneuver around the whole upstairs on non-skid
floor.
Tim was on duty while I went to the grocery store. Arri barked and greeted me at the door as
though nothing was different….until Oregon pushed him over.
The bulk of the drugs are out of his system. His eyes are bright and when I sat to tell
him a story, his ears perked up and his head cocked from side to side as though
truly interested. It was a story about a 3 legged dog that barked at the door
to go outside to potty. Arri thought I
was telling a fairytale. His old self is
back.
6:00 pm. Time to
get Arri outside to toilet. I had to
force him to stand and prod him to the door but once he got moving, he didn’t
hesitate. I didn’t have to do anything
to get him down the step. Wow. Let’s hope that wasn’t a one time try.
I was right. Arri
is a lefty. He keeps trying to lay on
the missing leg. Tonight he managed
it. Once in position, it must be ok, but
he is going to hurt when he tries to get up.
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