She's baaaaaack.
The Scottish Lass and I went to pick up Her Satanic Highness on Saturday night. It had been 3 days since her surgery and she had been ahead of schedule on all fronts. They removed the chest tube quicker than expected. She was weaned off the IV drugs quicker than expected. Basically, the dog is made of fucking titanium.
When we showed up, we didn't know quite what to expect. When we saw her on Thursday, she was still very groggy from all the pain meds and didn't look happy at all. We expected the nurse to bring her out wrapped in a blanket, only her little head sticking out with a plaintive look.
What actually happened was that the Iron Bitch STORMED out of the hospital and into the waiting room. Once outside, she was trotting as fast as she could down 15th Street. Because the wound is on her chest, you can't really see it most of the time. You could have been forgiven for not realizing that anything at all had happened to her this week.
Once home, she availed herself of a big bowl of kibble and then went straight to her dog bed. Instead of sleeping, she sat on her haunches for a while, like a Queen returning to survey her kingdom.
It was a huge relief.
So, we have a couple of weeks of heavy pill rotation coming up. She's on five pills, twice a day. Luckily, the vet recommended a treat called "Pill Pockets," which have a little hole in which to place the medicine. She wolfs those down like she hasn't eaten for weeks, so the meds should be no problem.
Plus, that zipper scar on her chest is fucking bitchin'.
4 comments:
Very happy to hear that she's home. I think the last time I saw her was at the Mano session for "Time" when she and Wallace did some backing vocals while you were visiting George. As far as I know they made it into the final mix, so I think Mano owes you about forty bucks.
Not to mention the mechanical royalties owed to the WMDs. I'm counting on them to pay for the surgery.
That is great news!!! She looks great.
A heart felt Wuzza Wuzza all around I think?
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