The staples are out!!
Yesterday was the big day. The day that Sampson got the staples out of his leg.
The surgeon took my leash and I said, “Can’t I go with him?” I was told that typically owners aren’t allowed with the dogs because sometimes the dogs get protective of their owners when they are removing them.
After the staples were removed we met with the Physical Therapist. We discussed our strategy for Sampson’s recovery. When she asked, I told her I want him to be able to run and hike off-leash again. After watching him walk, she feels like he’s still favoring his leg and not walking properly on it. (I really wanted to say, well when you lay around for 23 hours and 50 minutes a day, it doesn’t surprise me that he’s not walking properly on it. But I didn’t.) She gave him some cold laser treatment and we got him in the water treadmill for a few minutes.
I will be working on stretching his hip muscle out, work towards increasing his walks gradually up to fifteen minutes twice a day and continue working with him on his weight bearing exercises. In two weeks he will begin a two times a week for four weeks therapy program with her.
He has also been cleared to have a bit more freedom in the house as long as we can monitor him and yesterday for the first time in over a month, he got to walk up the street.
He was a very tired, but very happy dog.
Someone, anyone please tell me why I wanted a Lab?
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. My dogs are going to be the death of me. Whether it’s worrying me to death, doing something outlandish and giving me a heart attack or tripping me, sooner or later it’s bound to happen.
You all know what a clown Delilah is. The truth of the matter is I really need a video camera to record every crazy thing she does, because most of her crazy antics aren’t captured on camera. And there’s really no way I can describe some of the things she does.
Take yesterday. I noticed Delilah’s nails were horribly long, so I grabbed the nail clippers and took her outside. She does great with the front paws, in fact I say “Paw” and she places her paw in my hand and lets me trim her nails BUT when it comes to the back feet, she about loses her mind and I’m not sure why. She thrashes about something fierce, not in an “I’m afraid” kind of thrashing but more like, “Holy Woof I’m pretty sure I’ll get a treat after this is done,” kind of way.
Well I managed to get her first back foot trimmed and then it happened. She jumped up, smashing her head into my face and jamming my glasses into my eye. It hurt so bad I immediately started crying. And then I started cussing. And then I asked myself, “Whatever made me think I wanted a Lab?”
I’m pretty sure makeup will cover the bruising.
As if that weren’t enough, the LaCrosse season started and our field has been turned into a practice course. Yesterday on our walk Delilah decided to let them know in no uncertain terms exactly what she thinks of them using the field.
Don’t worry! I cleaned it up. But I had to laugh first. I couldn’t help it.
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