Keera is doing sooo much better...Saturday morning I got up early and tidied up around house, had to work for 4 hours and so I got dressed early too...an hour before I needed to be at work I decided to check on Keera and feed her, put medicine on her incision and get her comfy until I could get back home...I noticed fresh blood coming from bottom of her incision, red and swollen around incision...Dr had told me if that happened to just bring her on in to office, SO I grab my stuff and a blankie, decide to take Kim's Jeep Cherokee. Kim offers to go with me, but I figured ..hey, no prob, she just needs checking and probably some bandages and antibiotics, so Keera and I are off to the vets...we get there, we go in, lots of animal visiting the vet Saturday, but Keera obviously felt bad cause she mainly ignored all creatures and stood ready to bolt out front door first chance she got...we waited 30 minutes and then it was our turn...kinda had to drag her into room, but I understand...Dr was so nice and sweet, feels she doesn't need antibiotics, just CortAid and food and some way to keep her from biting her incision. She gave her a dose of anti-inflammatory ....it is to make her less itchy, help her appetite and somewhat drowsy...I am happy, Keera is too...she gets to LEAVE...NOW for the LUCY part...somewhere between the office door and the Jeep , Keera's meds hit and she is wobbly and woozy...uh, oh...I still figure we can get in the car in a few minutes and be home in 20...HA!!!!! I am NOT a good story teller so you must picture this with all exaggeration and then it will be clear! Keera weighs 85 lbs...you need to know that, and I am a small person, that will help the visualization too. We get to the car, I open the back door..I get her to jump, and I am at her butt-end trying to help lift her after she gets the momentum going...but she stops after she realizes she cannot pull her weight up and I am left holding 85 lbs of dead weight...oookaaayy, we try again, same thing...we rest, we try again, same thing...then I decide we will try back seat, maybe that will be easier...she seemed to think so too, so off we go ...we try again and same thing...we tried 2 more times and had to take a 10 minute rest....it did work this time, I think she finally figured out to keep going after her front legs hit the floor! It didn't dawn on me that we must have been a very amusing sight, but no one was around to offer their help, and I can just picture everyone in the office looking out the window trying to see when we would finally leave!
Ok now we are in, she is laying on back seat and her poor little head is lolling sideways...I did not want her to go to sleep because she would fall off seat into floor and I would NEVER get her out of the car...so off we go...I am looking back every few seconds yelling at her to stay awake, saying everything I can think of that usually makes her perk up...SNACK, JIFFY,
OUTSIDE, CHICKEN, WALK...over and over...I notice people are looking as I pass them...I get a red light and the car next to me looked terrified after I did a little wake-up yell for her...luckily I got to drive on while they turned left....WHEW...we made it home and she wobbled her way into the house and took her place in the den and SLEPT for 3 hours!
...and today is Tuesday and I have my dog back...she seems happy and semi-young again.
Life is good.
