T-Minus Two

Welcome back after the holiday weekend. It was good overall. Clover hung out with his grandparents in Massachusetts while I hopped a ferry to Block Island and rode mopeds, drank on the beach, and was as otherwise irresponsible as someone who briefly shed their firstborn generally is.

Before leaving the grandparents' digs, Clover also got is pre-surgery bath & sheering. He can't get bathed until stitches are out and even at that, his knee isn't really stable enough for at least two months for me to feel comfortable thinking about standing him on a quasi-slippery surface. It's also hard to ask him to flip around and get thoroughly brushed out. So, he gets a bath and short hair. He'll keep the short hair for awhile as the bald leg grows out.

Actually, this hair cut should have been somewhat monumental because it was the first time I would have truly trimmed the hair from the surgery leg - the last hair cut was the monumental evening out thereof. Life's always a little more complicated than we hope I suppose.

Also, the NotFuzzy dog went home on Saturday. I admit, it was sad. Merci was an Italian Greyhound from Chelsea who I was showing and had the added benefit of keeping Clover company. Unfortuantely, she really had to go home. Aside from being spring-loaded therefore a potential healing-knee-hazard, Merci was a very active dog, and keeping one dog exercised and the other rested would be a nightmare for all parties involved. This is a distinct advantage of a borrowed dog versus having another permanent addition. It was going to get hard, so Merci went home.

Also, like most IGs, she had a great desire to sleep on warm, fuzzy things. Of course, the warmest, fuzziest thing in my house was Clover. He didn't really mind being climbed over and slept on (as long she didn't scratch and dig to fluff him up more), but as soon as the knee got hurt, he just wanted no part of it. Can't blame the guy. It was pretty freaking cute though.

So the next day is devoted to cleaning up and setting up. Clover will have a big ex-pen in the living room where he will spend the majority of his time. I will also set up the Pack N Play in my bedroom for night time. Pictures tomorrow. Then Clover will get dropped off at 8 am Thursday for surgery day. The surgeon hasn't seen him or his radiographs yet, and some part of me hopes he calls and says surgery won't be needed, but I can see and my vet can see that that's a pretty unlikely scenario. Oh well.