Since Frances can’t get on the furniture, I’ve been spending time in the evenings Netflixing and sitting on the floor with her.
And yes, Pit Bulls are lap dogs. Obvs.
With Frances injured again (AGAIN!), it’s clear that some things need to permanently change. One of the things that has to change is that she can no longer have any access to getting on the furniture. She hasn’t got any sense, and she’ll see or hear things that require her attention RIGHTTHISMINUTE, and launch herself off the couch like a little black torpedo. Not good for a dog with bad joints. So no couch.
I also needed to find a way to block her line of sight to the back field, so she doesn’t react to every thing that moves out there. I priced static cling window film, but it was going to be around US$50 to cover just the lower portion. That’s ridiculous. I have tissue paper on hand, though, and wheat paste is cheap and easy to make, so that’s what I used. It worked great! If I do it again, though, I would use much less wheat flour. The paste was awfully thick, and it doesn’t need to be, for my purposes. I also wouldn’t add the flour to already boiling water. That creates an unholy mess of lumps that then need to be strained out. Instead, I’d mix the flour and water, whisk it until it’s smooth, and then cook it.
I’m happy with the finished product, though. It looks decent, it was easy to do, and the total cost was about 10 cents.
It’s a lazy Saturday with much Netflixing. I just realized Piglet, sleeping on the couch behind me. He rarely does that. And he’s got his head on my flannel.
I would have gladly strangled the horrid little brat this morning. He was at his naughtiest. But then he goes and makes himself sweet and adorable and all is forgiven.
The meds must be helping, because Frances has been sitting for short periods today. With her nose up in the air, of course, because that’s how she rolls.
If you have a pet on a cocktail of medications that are given at different times, I strongly recommend making up a check sheet. This makes it easy to tell at a glance whether or not you remembered to give them their meds.
Frances went to the vet today. I was really hoping that we’d get to her spring check-up without her having any issues, but that’s just not how she rolls. She tweaked something in her back end last Tuesday. I came home from work and she could barely walk. I thought it was her knees, and they’re clearly sore, but after giving her a thorough physical and neurological exam and taking X-rays (to rule out compressed or ruptured discs), the vet thinks she’s pulled her iliopsoas.
But it’s also her knees. And it’s also the arthritis in her spine. And it’s also a disc that looks like it’s slightly compressed. She’s got a cocktail of things that, mixed together, have made her a very, very sad petunia.
The good news is that it’s not cancer! Bed rest and meds will hopefully have her feeling better soon, though with an injury like this, the recovery time is usually at least 6 weeks. And that’s in a young dog. Oldladydogs take longer to heal.
She’s permanently barred from getting on the furniture, which makes me sad, but I suspect she injured herself jumping off the couch to yell at dogs walking by the patio. I’m also going to have to put up a visual barrier along the bottom of the patio windows, to keep her from getting agitated at every single thing she sees.
For now, though, she’s spending a lot of time on her tuffet.