Well this has been a day that I'm glad to see the sun set on. Deacon was neutered this morning and is now resting comfortably in his bed, otherwise known as his Little House of Horrors. Usually, he only uses it to house items that have been thieved from somewhere else in the house. There were seminars to attend at the library today, it's just as well I suppose. It helped to alleviate the obligatory hand-wringing, pacing and mental anguish of waiting for the phone to ring, closely followed by clutching my chest when it did. The house is oddly quiet and I managed to pour a cup of tea without my boy running up to me with a ball in his mouth. If Mum is going to sit for ten minutes then Deacon feels it's a terrific time for a game of catch. Now, he's just gazing at me in a pain-killer induced haze, his chin propped up on the edge of his bed. He's with it enough to know that a whimper would have me giving him some tea from my mug though. The worst is behind us now, we just have to keep Deacon fairly calm for one week...should be interesting.
Monday, November 2, 2009
A Day at the Vet's Office
Well this has been a day that I'm glad to see the sun set on. Deacon was neutered this morning and is now resting comfortably in his bed, otherwise known as his Little House of Horrors. Usually, he only uses it to house items that have been thieved from somewhere else in the house. There were seminars to attend at the library today, it's just as well I suppose. It helped to alleviate the obligatory hand-wringing, pacing and mental anguish of waiting for the phone to ring, closely followed by clutching my chest when it did. The house is oddly quiet and I managed to pour a cup of tea without my boy running up to me with a ball in his mouth. If Mum is going to sit for ten minutes then Deacon feels it's a terrific time for a game of catch. Now, he's just gazing at me in a pain-killer induced haze, his chin propped up on the edge of his bed. He's with it enough to know that a whimper would have me giving him some tea from my mug though. The worst is behind us now, we just have to keep Deacon fairly calm for one week...should be interesting.
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Best wishes, Deacon, for getting back to that ball. You have the best caregiver on your side, so no guilt-inducing stares. It's all in love:)
ReplyDeleteHope he feels better soon. Maybe you should read to him?
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling! Glad it's all over.
ReplyDeleteOh, poor Deacon. You have a lot in common with Briar - she loves her tennis balls and doesn't agree with her tame humans sitting to read or knit. I know it is against your nature as a border collie, but take things easy for a few days and I am sure you will very soon be back entertaining your tame humans.
ReplyDeleteHere's wishing Deacon a speedy recovery! I know the feeling of a too-quiet house when a dog is ill/recovering...
ReplyDeleteThat is such a handsome picture of him. I hope he is feeling better.
ReplyDeleteBook Psmith, Awww, thanks for that.
ReplyDeleteverity, My Persephone Biannually has arrived today so I'm going to grab a cup of tea and do just that!
Cornflower, I'd love to fast-forward a week.
fleurfisher, R and I wondered how long it would be before he started in with the ball again...one day! He's wanting to play a game at this very moment.
JoAnn, Thanks for your kind words. I'm not sure which is worse...a sick husband or a dog in recovery.
Thomas, Thanks so much, he does seem to be happier today at least. He is a handsome fellow isn't he, but don't be fooled by that regal pose...he's a monkey!
Poor Deacon--what a rough day! One of my cats had to have some teeth pulled earlier this year, so I know what you're going through. Poor animals can't complain just have to suffer in silence. Hope he's demanding walks and bringing balls to be tossed very soon.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes to Deacon (and you!) for a speedy recovery.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you and Deacon. Know just what you mean. But sure he'll be back to his usual antics soon! K x
ReplyDeleteDanielle, Poor kitty! You suffer right along with them don't you.
ReplyDeletemakedoandread, Thanks so much, he's already bringing us his ball for short games of catch. Silly boy!
Kristina, He's just somersaulted onto the living room carpet and performed the most hilarious routine of rubbing his face and back all over...yup, he's feeling better. D x
I always dread the operation on new puppies. I've never heard of dogs dying under anesthesia, but I still hate it. Glad your baby is alright.
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