Tag: Frances

Frances had her stitches and staples removed this morning. HALLELUJAH! I brought her home and went straight to work, because I was afraid I wouldn’t find parking if I didn’t hurry.

Which means I didn’t look closely at her belly. I took a photo when I got home and posted it to Facebook. Someone pointed out the missed staple, and thankfully the vet’s office was still open, so no harm done.

The staple was removed, and Franny is now 100% free of all sutures. No more cone. No more pills. No more restriction from getting on the furniture.

Frances is a happy, happy girl.

The SuperPhoto app is making the rounds on Facebook. It has several Banksy filters, and this one is killing me. Srsly dying here, folks.

22 Hours and counting…

“Are you there, God? It’s me, Frances. I just want to ask if I’ll ever get rid of this cone?”

It’s hard work, supervising the enire back field, but Franny is up to the challenge.

I asked her if she’s cute. This is the look she gave me.

Her stitches (the lower section) had me worried Sunday night.  They looked red and swollen.  I think I must have been hallucinating, though, because the next morning they looked fine. And today, they look great.

She still has two pockets of fluid, but they’re steadily shrinking. And if you look closely, you can see that the little green tattoo from her spay surgery is still visible between her staples.

The incision from the second surgery has been a lot grosser looking, so I haven’t been posting photos of it. Today, though, it finally looks good enough to share.

My mom came down for a quick visit last night. She was siting on the couch, eating radishes, and gave a piece to Piglet to sniff. He wasn’t going to actually eat it, but Frances wanted it, and my mom just wasn’t getting the message. Yes, my dog is begging for your radish. Obviously. I mean, just look at that face, will you?