Emily's staples are out. She can now have two five minute strolls a day (in addition to her usual squeeze activity) and no long has to wear the humiliating cone of shame. The fur on her leg is growing back in, and she's got a ding on the tip of her nose from trying to crawl right inside the marrow bones she's been getting as interactive treats. Her leg, which a week ago looked like a sock full of corn-meal, is now back to its sinewy conformation.
In two weeks she gets to graduate to two ten-minute walks a day. In four weeks she's up to fifteen! At the end of six weeks they X-ray her to make sure everything is where it's supposed to be and, assuming it is, we can start easing her into real activity.
In the meantime she is still on doggie downers, for everyone's sake.
In two weeks she gets to graduate to two ten-minute walks a day. In four weeks she's up to fifteen! At the end of six weeks they X-ray her to make sure everything is where it's supposed to be and, assuming it is, we can start easing her into real activity.
In the meantime she is still on doggie downers, for everyone's sake.