One week. Good progress. Good adjustment (by all of us) to the new routines. And we have a new routine as well...the 2 pm "milk and cookies" as Gigi gets her pain medications from Dad.
Gigi is getting more sparky by the day - and this will become a major issue as she heals. Tonight, on her way out to potty, she considered jumping off the top step onto the ramp. Only the extraordinary mind-reading skills of Mom preempted a disaster. (Remind me to turn off the ski jumping coverage...no doubt that is where Gigi got the idea).
Mom's return from work today was not so calm as yesterday. It is only a matter of time before Gigi begins to associate the 2 "warning" rings of the phone with Mom's arrival. Tonight was a compromise - "I promise not to drag Dad to the front door but I'm not gonna lie down". Oh brother.
We're going to break up the evening with two outside walks instead of one long one. Since we live on a mountainside, there is precious little "flat land" - so two walks on the flat may prevent attempts to climb the mountain on one longer walk.
It is time to bring out the bouv board games. I've been puzzling over this for a while. Perhaps I can teach her how to play "the shell game" with treats. Then, when she's ready for "the big time" we can hustle the hustlers in Manhattan...
One more week before we take out the staples. No signs of horrible atrophy. Remind me to weigh her at the next visit to the vet - Gigi has been on a reduction diet. While she wasn't obese, any extra weight puts her good knee at risk. I didn't realize how much extra she was eating until I took my lunch to work. Without her help, lunch now lasts for 2 days. Oops.
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