Alice is home
She’s just really sore and really expensive.
She couldn’t come home until . . . uh . . . what she ate passed through her successfully. I called a little after 10 a.m. Nothing yet. I called again a little after 3 p.m.: still nothing. I asked “Well, how long and where are you walking her?” knowing how persnickety older bitches can be about going in front of strangers or in places they don’t like. The vet-office-person offered that I could come walk her myself if I wanted . . .
So I did and she did. Alice doesn’t like pooing on fresh green lawn, which was the only place they had tried. We got success on a gravel parking lot behind the office and on the gravel alley across the street.
So she’s home. Very shaky and walking very stiff and will be under eating-only-appropriate-matter restrictions for the rest of her life. This cost more than a new puppy, so she’d better be really good.
Ironic that this is the first time we’ve been through this, and the dogs have more supervision now than they used to when there were more of them. But they also have the freedom of a dog door now to come and go as they please.
Date: November 2, 2009
