Trazadone must be a hell of a drug. Yesterday morning I fed Harley a little bit and gave her the meds as prescribed. About an hour later I let the dogs out into the yard. She walked to the back of the yard and went potty. Then she walked around the far side of the pool and just flopped down on the concrete. Ziggy likes to lay there where it's warm and a couple dogs we used to have would lay there but I had never seen Harley do it. It was like she just ran out of gas and melted down onto the sunny spot.

I had to go get her up on her feet and with a finger hooked under the cone, walked her to the house where she promptly curled up in one of the dog beds and went to sleep.

When those pills kicked in, they really kicked in.

I have one dog knocked out on Trazadone and had to medicate another one because he just doesn't understand that he simply cannot bark a thunderstorm away.

At least Zig is calm...as per usual.

(March 21, 2024 at 9:31 pm)arewethereyet Wrote: I have one dog knocked out on Trazadone and had to medicate another one because he just doesn't understand that he simply cannot bark a thunderstorm away.

At least Zig is calm...as per usual.

Our Beagle/Dachshund mix gets twitchy BEFORE it rains. Something in the pressure change, I would guess. Those big ole Dachshund digger paws start twitching and it sounds like castanets on the floor. We give her a "Quiet Moments" chew, and life is good.

My Sheebs still has her rambunctious moments, and today she got a paw stuck on the blackout curtain. She would have brought it down from the rod in a panic had I not freed her calmingly.

"yip yip"

https://imgur.com/gallery/l52lVYB

So the healing from the spay seems to be going well. Today is the last day for the anti-inflammatory meds so I think tomorrow I am going to cut the Tramadol in half. Nothing short of locking Harley up has stopped her from jumping. She sort of leaps onto the couch with ease. We have blocked the stairs because we don't think she can navigate them with that cone on.

She has decided she needs to be hand fed. Though she figured out drinking from the fountain, she seems to have decided she can't eat without human assistance...little shit.

The cone is still on because she seems to have adjusted pretty well to it. I may swap to the inflatable collar tomorrow. It will take a while to get the knots out of her ears.

Of course we have had copious amounts of rain which is really helpful in keeping her incision dry. This has been almost like having a newborn in the house and I am as ready, or more, than she is to get this over and done with. One more week till we get the stitches out.

In the morning I have to take Harley to have her stitches removed. Then I get to start the job of getting all the knots off the backs of her ears and her neck from wearing the damn cone of shame and then the inflatable collar. I will wait a day or so and put her in the tub and try to work some of that mess out with conditioner...the rest will surely require scissors.

I had hoped the surgery would calm her down a bit but that doesn't seem to be the case. She is even back to trying to have relations with the cat, who thought he was finally safe from being taken advantage of.

There's your problem, Harley was sailor in a previous life.