Day 11

3 am -Lots of whining and fussing this morning - judging from her blankets, she'd been shifting position frequently.  Food, water rejected, so I tried putting a blanket over her.  She settled down quickly after that - apparently she was too cold.   Checked the thermometer and discovered the bedroom was about 58 degrees.  Great sleeping weather IF you have all your hair - Gigi had a serious haircut before surgery so I wouldn't have to bug her with grooming demands.   I'll put more wood on the fire in the night to come.

10 am - She finally rolled out of bed, appetite intact!  I've started her on dog vitamins after reading lots about bone regeneration...I want to make sure she's got the stuff bones are made of.

Off for a brief walk in the snow - it is about 6'' and makes for work as she pulls her leg thru instead of lifting it over.  Luckily, the snow is light and still fluffy.  For the first time in forever, Gigi isn't interested in eating snow. I know just how she feels...

2 pm -To the vet for #4 laser treatment - Gigi's wound is healing well, and she's putting a bit of weight on the leg.  She insists on visiting the Potty Park before her appointment. I can just see it coming... the day she insists on being driven to the vets' in order to relieve herself.

Laser treatment seems to have made a huge difference in her healing and inflammation.  The swelling is nearly all gone.  We've been putting on moist/warm compresses 3x daily and Gigi now rolls over for her "spa treatments" when I come in holding the compress.

The next laser treatment is nearly a week off now.  We'll have to bring her in to get staples removed in a few more days.   I hope that means no more collar at night.

Coming home was a little trickier than somewhat - although Ken plowed the driveway, the snow was greasy going up and it took 3 tries to get home.  My imagination was already in gear after the first failed attempt up that last hill...I'm trying to figure out how to get The Princess du Furz up the mountain and somehow, I cannot picture her in the bucket of the tractor.  Fortunately, after backing nearly all the way down, I was able to get a better running start, and aiming for the far side (how appropriate!) was able to catch enough gravel to make it past the last crest.

We had tried to get the driveway paved several years ago.  Since most of it faces south, we figured it would make life easier, both in terms of plowing and melting.  Funny, but the contractors we called to bid never called us back.  Ever.  Not even when work was slow.