Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Post-op



Right now she's talking to her hat. Not sure if it's an intelligent conversation but she seems to think so. If you-all are sick of us going on about Scout, just wait 'til the kid arrives! There'll be gagging all over blogville.
So, the gray little booties are, I think, a south Idaho, redneck special. You'll have to let me know if this is the norm in chic, metropolitan, cosmopolitan places.
She had her surgery yesterday. While they had her in the land of nod, they removed her dew claws. Now she has to endure two weeks of bandages on her ankles (which she is none too fond of- see laid back ears). To keep her from removing the bandages, the doc's secret recipe is duct tape. Next time I go in for bunions, I'm going to see if my Medicare covers the duct tape special.
I wasted $2.50 (plus tax, prices and participation may vary) on her (Scout, not the little old lady). She has to take antibiotics so I got some soft treats to put the pills into. But the treats fell apart when I tried to put the pill inside. So, I fed her the pill straight up and she gobbled it without hesitation. Strange, but, considering some of the other revolting things she takes a fancy to... And everyone wonders why I can't stand dog kisses.

1 comment:

  1. Glad the worst part of the post-op is the duct tape. Scout does look a bit miffed to say the least! Probably thinking 'OK Dad this joke has gone on quite long enough thank you!'

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