For those of you following my trials and tribulations with Princess Grace Kelly, my chihuahua, whose foot broke when I fell while walking her, here's how things went this weekend:
Saturday -- "I do not like the cone of shame" she finally figured out how to go to the bathroom managing the bandaged foot. Now time for another nap.
Sunday -- Princess is proving to be a difficult patient. She is a teeny bit more herself today, she's drinking well and eating just a little a few times a day. My hubby says I am 'completely unreasonable' to think that she would be eating normally just 3 days after surgery. He thinks she will perk up a lot more after the fentanyl pain patch is removed tomorrow. I think she's really frustrated Having to just lay around so much...she's not used to that
Monday -- I have a teeny suspicion that Princess is milking it in order to sleep on the big bed
Monday afternoon -- How will I keep her occupied for the next 7 weeks?
Monday night -- You're probably sick of hearing about this, but this little dog is eating well, and getting around like a champ in her bum leg, she started throwing her stuffed toy around and trying to chase it in her pen so I had to take them away and make the pen smaller so she can't move around so much....she has to only walk when she goes out too the bathroom...this is gonna be tough!
