Sunday 5 June 2016

Keep her quiet, said the vet

She may be off her food for a day or so. Keep her quiet for a week. A doggie jersey will prevent her from licking the wound and chewing her stitches, said the vet.
Cleo vacuumed up her food almost within hours of the op. She licked her tummy raw overnight. The doggie jersey doesn't cover her stomach so has to be worn upside down, making us look as though we are idiots and chafing her legs.
She brings me the ball 100 times a day and wants to know why we aren't walking along the beachfront. She even tosses the ball for herself and runs like a lunatic round and round, digging holes intermittently.  Keep her quiet, said the vet.
Last night she leapt from couch to couch like a mountain goat, scattering cushions in all directions. She dragged the throws across the room. She picked up a size 10 boot and carried it downstairs to chew.
She has just had another crazy spurt of energy involving thrashing a soft toy in a vigorous display of what she would be doing in the wild - ratting and hunting, grabbing her prey in those fearsome jaws and shaking it to death. She has some formidable skills.
She hasn't popped her stitches, at least not the external ones, but it's been a close call. Keep her quiet for a week, said the vet.

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