May 7th, 2012

poor, sad puppy

The surgeon called after Regina’s surgery with the verdict: one completely ruptured ligament, one half torn ligament and a torn meniscus. She did well and gets to come home tomorrow, but apparently the “keep her chill” instructions are more like “crate her in a tiny space for eight weeks and omg, don’t let her run, jump, walk, hang out with the baby…” The Chop and I are now far more stressed than we were before – keeping her in the house is one thing, keeping her locked in a small space is something completely different. Especially because she has a rather high-pitched whine that she likes to employ when she’s feeling mistreated, sigh.

This definitely won’t be happening…