Small steps
I’m making small steps to recovery. I don’t need any more cold compresses. My cheek and eye seem to be healing well. Obviously, it’s all very uncomfortable. I’m still feeling down too, but then that’s not surprising when I’m wearing this ridiculous cone. On the plus side, my eye does feel easier than it has for a very long time. I’m just hoping that it stays that way. I may need to have ongoing eye drops, but at the moment the surgeon wants to wait until after he sees me next so he can get an accurate picture of my tear production rate.
These four walls
On the downside, I’m fed up of the four sides of my crate and really want to be out of here. So yesterday, Mum said as long as I didn’t try to find things to rub against my face we could try me out of the crate and see how I got on. Obviously, she moved breakables out of the way. I might be able to see better out of my eye, but this blasted cone means I don’t see what I’m walking into. I shall probably sleep in my crate, but the rest of the time I’m hoping for a bit for freedom.
Pebbles
Today, Pebbles will start on her medication as part of the work with the behaviourist. She has to start with something called a pain trial. That means that in case any of her behaviour problems are being caused by pain that we don’t know about, she will have a few weeks on pain medication to see if there is any change. Mum is concerned as one of the medications is the one that badly affected Alfie and Mum said she would never give to a dog again. Dad has convinced Mum that we should try it with Pebbles and we’re all just hoping that this doesn’t go wrong. Paws crossed.
Love and licks
Wilma
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