Well...to misquote an oft misquoted misquote...
The best-laid plans of mice and men go oft awry.
We're out! (*&#^%#(#^*&^$!)
Chris' chocolate lab, Sonny, had TPLO surgery last Wednesday. About six months ago he was diagnosed with hip dysplasia by our "general practitioner" vet. Well, it seems as though he doesn't have hip dysplasia after all…no, the "surgeon" vet says he tore up a knee...his anterior cruciate ligament.
Anyway, TPLO is a pretty extensive surgery, they actually cut his bone in 1/2 and screwed it back together with a plate. Recovery time...8 weeks! We have to keep him semi-sane for 8 weeks! With two other dogs around…this'll be interesting.
I purposely scheduled the surgery for the week before 6Y9 and planned to board him at our Vet's office next week so they can both keep him mellow and monitor him.
But, after discussing it more both here at home and with our vet, it seems this wasn't such a good idea. Sonny is easily excited
(his theme song) and we just don't think having him in an environment where strange dogs/cats are coming and going all day long is a wise idea...even if he is confined in a crate. And, the vet doesn't have a good way too keep him isolated. Sooooo...we're stuck at home.
Bummer, bummer, bummer. I was so looking forward to it this year, going waterfalling, introducing Chris to this great group of people, etc.
I'll be there in spirit.
(oh, and there's a cabin open now).
Here's Sonny last Thursday (his first day home):
Here's Sonny this morning:
He's a special boy...almost as special as Buddy.