My Dad and I stayed in a hotel in Edmonton by my clinic for a week after my surgery. It was on the ground floor with a door to the outside so easy access for me to do my business . Finally we returned home, but everything was changed....
My doggie door was shut down!!! There was this ramp that some of mine and my Dads friends had built, so I wouldn't have to use the stairs..... My Dad kept telling me that the Vet said my activity had to be restricted for 16 weeks!!!!
I finally figured out what that meant! I won't even go into the "booties" that my Dad made me wear, because of the cold weather my paw was getting infected, whatever that means... It was embarrassing!!!!!!!
On a more positive note, there were gifts!!! A-lot of them!!! My friends at The Bone & Biscuit gave me this box before I left, but I wasn't aloud to open it until I came home and well, let me tell you it was worth the wait!!!!
Me and My Cone
Last November (2014) my Dad noticed I was limping , also my girls who walk me from A Walk in the Park, (a wonderful dog walking business) who help my Dad out when he has to work long shifts noticed it as well. I was trying real hard to hide it as I knew what would come next.... THE VET!!!
The first diagnosis they gave my Dad was Lumbosacral Degenerative Disease, which I knew right away that was wrong, as degenerative means old, and well I am not OLD!!! But none the less my Dad was worried sick, which made me worry as well, but of course I didn't let on to that!
They gave me medication and my limp got worse. So back to the VET we go... This time they took x-rays and found out it was my left knee, which of course I knew all along, but I'm just a dog! So after the x-rays, I hear that person-- the VET say " Winky will be able to ride"! Then my Dad and the VET start talking about this thing called surgery, I know a lot but to be honest I did not know what surgery was, I remember thinking okay more pills! I can tell you now that SURGERY DOES NOT MEAN PILLS!
My dad scheduled this thing called tibial realigning surgery a week and half later! My Dad was worried sick, me, well I really wasn't to worried, I WAS SCARED TO DEATH!!! I don't really remember much of the surgery, but what I do know is I WOKE UP WITH HAIR MISSING, MY LEG HURTING WORSE THEN IT DID BEFORE AND THIS THING AROUND MY NECK, THAT I LATER LEARNED IS CALLED A CONE!!!!!