Yes, I'm finally getting my life back together. Here I am with Mom and my friend Millie, the Golden Retriever. Millie is teaching me to calm down. Sometimes I get too excited and hop (and flail) around and bark too much. She says "get over it, everything is good." Millie is a therapy dog for people who need some "dog lov'in" to help them get well. Thats what I want to do too. Maybe I can give some "dog lov'in" to people who have lost a leg.............
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Around mid-February I started getting my ZING-BLING back. My body was finally strong enough that I could come off the strong medications: winstrol (anabolic steroid), antibiotics, painkillers....(too bad about the painkillers). So the humans began to wean me off of these with the doc's guidance. Just look at all this stuff!!! But I'm still on a strict wound-care protocol. I am such a good boy and I let everyone take care of me. I get lots of love.
Right after the accident I had to stay at the clinic for a week. But Mom and Dad came every morning and night and sat with me. I slept alot. After that they let me come home. Mom had to bring me back twice a day for dressing change to make sure I didn't get an infection. I weight 82 pounds. Mom and Dad had to carry me everywhere. They say I'm heavy. It hurt both of us. I couldn't be left alone because I became very anxious and tried to chew my foot so Mom stayed home from work alot. Daycare at the vet made me unhappy. Finally Dad took me to work with him for two months. That worked pretty good. I was very sad for a long time. I grieved for my lost leg.
Friday, March 18, 2011
On November 10th I went out to get the paper (with Mom) and out of nowhere, barrelling down the road (way too fast) came the schoolbus. I tried to get out of the way but I slipped under the wheel. I lost my leg. The other foot was hurt too.