Tag: Frances

Frances is slowly improving. She’s wobbly, but she’s sitting for short periods.

Frances has a bed right next to the pile of blankets and pillows. Guess which one she prefers?

Frances is unamused that she’s been banned from the furniture.

Frances is still wobbly, but she’s improving. And, obviously, her appetite is just fine!

Frances saw what you did there.

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.

I don’t understand the appeal of letting your head head off the end of the bed, but apparently it’s comfortable.

This dog makes me laugh every day.

Also, if your dog hates having its nails trimmed, a plate smeared with peanut butter is your secret weapon. Pick up each foot, like you’re shoeing a horse, and the dog will be too busy licking up the peanut butter to care. Zero drama makes life better for everyone.