The pooch returns
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♥Jun. 20th, 2016 // 04:48 pm♥
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We've just collected Jo from the vet, where she was very pleased to see us after I unaccountably let the stranger take her away and do bad things to her this morning.
The vet still thinks it's the cruciate, and added as an aside that the arthritis in her hips doesn't seem to be too bad. Her blood test results for her kidney function was a tiny bit high, so could we bring a sample in (that'll be entertaining. I have a premonition that as soon as one of us runs over with a jam jar when she's about to wee, she'll apologetically stop and move out of the way. We shall see).
We talked a bit more about the surgery, which would mean six weeks of being confined to a single room and just being taken out on a lead to go to the loo: I really can't see it working. She's got the travelling osteo surgeon coming out for another dog in a month, so we're going to see how we get on with laser treatments and no walks for a couple of weeks and then decide if we want to meet with him or if she's improving without the surgery.
Also today, I had my first horse fly bite of the season. Lovely. And The Horse Next Door is lame, but Mrs Next Door is back tomorrow evening so I've just popped him in his stable to wait for her to have a look. Trying to decide if I want to make elderflower vodka again: it was lovely, but rather lethal.... |
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