AG and I are both seriously, deeply, in the doghouse. No, not because we were bad. But because I am having a little relapse, and Auggie just had to have a little "procedure" of his own...
I already told you I had to go back to the vet. When I went, the nice doctor confirmed Curly Mommy's fears: my right leg isn't healing correctly. My patella is still "palpating" (which I think means slipping) and it is "lax" (which I think means it isn't bending right). Curly Mommy noticed that I was walking funny, and that I stick my right leg out when I sit down, rather than bending it. Curly Mommy said she could hear that when I walked I was sliding my right leg across the floor, rather than picking it up. She is a supersonic mom! Glasses Mommy admits that she thought Curly Mommy was "overreacting." In fact, she'd told the vet that it was Curly Mommy, not her, who "thinks Violet is limping." Bad Glasses Mommy! Good thing I have two - when one falls down on the job, the other one saves the day!
Curly Mommy took me to the vet for the day, so the doctor could see me when she had time. The vet techs there LOVE me. Excuse me for being immodest, but I have to say myself that it's totally true! Usually, pups who get dropped off for a "when there's time" appointment would be put back in the kennel with the other chumps. Not me! I wasn't in a cage all day! I went from tech to tech, from loving arms to loving arms. Yes! The nice people at EBAH carried me around all day! My delicate paws hardly had to touch the floor. Which, it turns out, is good...because I'm back on super-restriction. Confined to my bed. It's kind of sad, because I thought I was doing so well.
My surgeon is on vacation til next week, so in the meantime, it's bed rest and more pain and anti-inflammation medication for me. I hope I don't need any more surgery! I'm kind of scared!
I'm not the only one who had to visit the vet, though. My brother AG felt he wasn't getting enough attention - he was sad and feeling neglected and, frankly, jealous of all the lavish care the mommies have been giving me - and so he made himself a little round growth on his side. It's true, I think. I do. He made it happen just so the mommies would need to take more care of him, too. But that's just one pup's opinion, I admit.
Glasses Mommy took AG to the vet, and our doctor said she thought his growth was "benign" (which I think is good) but that it had gotten bigger since the first time she saw it. (You must know that of course the mommies took AG to the vet the first time about this almost the instant they noticed a little bump on his side). The doctor also said that it could come off, and be sent to a laboratory in Colorado for examination. The doctor said that if the mommies were really worried about it, she could do that for AG. Glasses Mommy didn't even call Curly Mommy to consult - she just said yes, take it off. The doctor said that's what she figured they'd want, so she was already having the techs set up the sterile area to remove it! My mommies are nothing if not predictably over-protective.
AG wore a bandage for a night, because his boo boo was kind of gross. But now he's showing it loud and proud. I personally think seeing the staples in his side is kinda gross, but you know what AG says back to me? "I'm a survivor, I'm here, get used to it!"
This morning we are both settling back into the home routine, with our restriction of having to just lay around here and there. I do that really, really well. In fact, earlier this morning I took a wee siesta on Glasses Mommy and was caught in the act. It is so easy to relax when in the arms and on the lap of a mommy!
AG is being good, too, for the most part. He really wants to go for a w-a-l-k (which for some reason is always spelled, rather than said, by the mommies) but he can't wear his harness with his boo boo. So, he's in for the day. Secretly, though, I think he's still hopeful...
