Post-surgery Grace has taken some getting used to. No running, no jumping, short walks on a short leash, anti inflammatory and antibiotic meds twice a day, pain meds three times a day. Ice packs on the leg followed by physical therapy. She, of course, is milking it for all it's worth. She sleeps on my side of the bed while I sleep in the recliner. She has refused to eat unless she is hand fed. She whines for no apparent reason while we rack our brains trying to figure out what she wants. Carmen cannot stand the whining, so Grace pours it on when she is home. Pretty good thinking for 'just a dumb animal.'
She is walking pretty well. She limps only slightly, and resists turning back after only three or four minutes, which used to be earlier than her first wee-wee. We have discovered, in fact, that she CAN get all of her business done in less than ten minutes. Who knew?
She is whining now, and I have to stop this foolish waste of time and get back to what matters: doing the bidding of Princess Grace.
We have our orders!
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