Week 6 & the Great Cucumber Heist

Sorry for the extended hiatus. I had to move into Clover's new apartment (that is, my new apartment which is smaller and cheaper so as to accommodate Clover's need for ligament replacements), and as soon as I was, my computer was attacked by some pretty ugly virus that it took my techy computer brother to save. Hence: hiatus.

Clover will be visiting Dr Weitzman for his six-week check up this week - for the life of me, I'm not sure if it's tomorrow or Thursday, which is probably something I ought to investigate before tomorrow.

I have to say, he's doing really well still. He probably leveled off in the past week or so and stopped gaining massive ground, which had to happen sooner or later. On a leash, he is trotting out without any perceptible limp about 95% of the time. He'll stand up on his hind legs if I have food, or he wants attention; if he's in his pen, he's started hopping up and down in anticipation of getting out - something I am obviously not encouraging but the fact he's jumping is pretty ridiculous. And yes, he's still sneak diving onto the sofa, despite my ongoing efforts to avoid it. He does still float his leg a bit when standing - that is, has most of his weight on three legs but some on the fourth, and as his balance shifts the forth one comes up and down a little bit. Pretty normal, though he's been doing it a bit more while I try to keep the lid on him.

Another advantage is that this time it's easier to tell if the knee is swollen. The suture is string around the outside of the knee, and there are two posts to hold the suture. Because of this, his knee is a little bit wider than it is naturally. Last time, it was hard to tell what was swollen and what was just the now wider joint. This time, easy to tell. And I know how to check stability and, the thing is pretty darn stable. I hope the vet agrees.

Anyway, I will leave you with the story of the cucumber heist. I gardening friend of mine at work gifted me a home grown, moderately sized cucumber, which I put in my purse so I wouldn't forget. Got home, went to the gym, checked my email, and hopped in the shower. Got out of the bathroom and thought it smells like cucumbers out here. And then I see my over turned purse on the coffee table... and then I see my little dog, smug, lying on his bed, half-eaten cucumber poised between his paws like a bone. Sadly, the camera was not available, but imagine it and laugh. I certainly did. And yes, let him eat the rest of it.