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.
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.
“If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are in the wrong room.” — Confucius
