I’m under house arrest and going crazy! How much longer do I have to rest?
I feel great, I’m using my damaged leg, have no pain and am raring to go.* Yet my mum says NO. A very firm no, ALL the time.
She tried the food puzzle to keep me occupied but I worked that out long ago and got the biscuits out in a trice. She bought a pink flamingo stuffed toy but it’s not the same when you can’t play tug.
We did have a good time in the yard earlier as the sun is shining and both cats were about. Marley settled down to sleep in the summerhouse – a first – and I was left in charge of the property when my mum went to get more supplies of dog biscuits and stuff.
* Healing will take four-six weeks so Truffle will have to be patient.
After a few tummy rubs and a good night’s sleep on my own carpet, I feel much more like myself. My mum left lights on for me so that I didn’t blunder into anything in the dark and Marley Cat deigned to sleep in the same room, sort of nursemaid. Mum came downstairs in the middle of the night to check that I was okay. I rewarded her by doing the necessary in the yard then eating the fish and rice (real fish, not tinned stuff) she’d put out for my dinner but which I hadn’t been able to face. Those drugs had me off my head!
This morning I was looking forward to my breakfast and I let her feed me my painkillers in some cake. My mum makes very good cake so I could hardly refuse. More belly rubs and I’ll be resting for most of the day.
Came home about an hour ago and it’s good to be back but I’m very sleepy after the anaesthetic, painkillers and antibiotics. I did manage to wag my tail and make a happy moan when I first saw my mum but I’m right done in. Couldn’t manage the exuberant greeting I’m famous for.
The vets are very pleased with me, especially since I am now beginning to bear weight on the leg which was injured. I have a huge shaved area from my shoulder to halfway down my leg even though the dressing for the incision isn’t very big at all. There’s a colourful bandage on the other leg to cover where the drip and drugs went in. My mum was given one of those lampshade things in case I start licking or chewing – better behave myself, don’t want that round my neck.
I’ve to take it super-easy for the next few days until we have a post-op check in a week – no further than the back yard, no jumping, no stairs (as if I’m allowed upstairs to the cats’ territory). Then I’ll have more x-rays in six weeks to make sure all is well with the pins in my elbow. I bet I’ll be springing by then.
Well, I wasn’t any better this morning so my mum and I went to the veterinary surgery and the outcome is that I broke my elbow! Apparently this injury is common in springer spaniels. I suppose that’s cos we….er, ‘spring’ a lot. I was charging around when it happened.
X-ray of my broken elbow
I had special orthopaedic surgery this afternoon to pin the bones together and will be in the doggy hospital overnight. If I’m not in too much pain I hope to get home tomorrow. My mum says I have been very brave and will get lots of cuddles and treats. I’m looking forward to this!
Mum says I’m accident prone and reminds me that it is almost exactly four years since I broke a toe on the other foot (picture, right). Hmm, was laid up for ages after that, no romps, loads of rest and short rations in case I got fat with lack of exercise.
Not looking forward to that!
I was treated at http://www.moorviewvets.co.uk/
Enjoying the last of my mum’s soup lunch. See how I can’t put my leg on the floor?
I’m a lot perkier today though still not using my right leg properly. My mum says if it’s not weight bearing by tomorrow we are off to the vet to see exactly what I’ve done. She’s making a big fuss of me, giving me treats and loads of cuddles.
Two of my favourite people called this morning so that cheered me up no end. I love visitors. There were fresh cheese scones but not a crumb came my way. Mind Marley Cat was busying about and he didn’t get any either.
We had a short three-legged walk down the street to do the necessaries because I wouldn’t perform in the back yard. I thought it was FREEDOM… I was raring to go but she grabbed my collar and made me slow down. Still, I got to inspect the hedge and see who’d been around. Then it was back in the house for more rest and minestrone soup for lunch.
Hope I’m much better by tomorrow cos I don’t like going to the vet’s surgery.
Having a wonderful romp in the park, chasing the ball and catching it mid-air (my speciality – I have amazing eye to ball co-ordination) when, oops, I’m limping, front right leg off the ground, probably a pulled muscle, impossible to put down.
My mum fussed me and tried to work out what had gone wrong but couldn’t find a particularly tender bit. So then it was turn round and go back home. She made me sit down several times because I was on three legs all the way. Fortunately we weren’t at the far side of the playing fields.
I’ve never been so pleased to see our gate. I had drink but couldn’t be fussed with my post-walk biscuits and now I’m taking it easy for the rest of the day. I’ve been injured before and it doesn’t usually take me long to recover. My mum is being especially loving and giving me lots of hugs. And I expect I’ll get a treat in my dinner.* There are bonuses in being injured!
* I let my mum hand feed me some smoked venison from her lunch, and carbonara from her dinner. Didn’t fancy my dinner.
Nearly May and it’s been snowing so, after a brief foray this morning, we’ve been indoors all day. My mum has been doing some woodwork painting, I’ve played with my toys and had my dinner, plus a few sleeps. I’m just having my post-dinner rest then I’ll forage in the toy basket again and play with my mum so she doesn’t get bored.