Category: Recovery

Hello all – My mom got the camera out today to show everyone my progress, so this will be a visually heavy blog entry (even with its first movie!).

First, I’m doing so much better without that bloody patch.  I’m much calmer today, and have slept like a champ.  When Izzy and Henry went to the park with the dog walker, I got some QT in the backyard alone under the watchful eye of Louie and Charles while they were working on my deck.

When Izzy and Henry got back, we all decided to take an afternoon snooze.  I’m sleeping much better now that the patch is off,  and the pain is diminishing.  As you can see, Henry likes to sleep with me, which hurt right after the surgery, but today I didn’t mind it as much.

When I wanted to stretch out, I kicked Hanky Pants off my bed and he went over to snooze with Izzy with a brief stop to shread an envelope.

After our snooze, we got dinner (and I’m doing just fine eating it on all three legs), and then we went out to inspect our new deck.  Mom took advantage of the chance to take a video of my new strut (which is turned to the side because my mom can’t figure out how to change it – she’s technologically challenged sometimes).

WB Post Op

All together, a smashing sixth day post-surgery.  We may find out the results of the tests on my offending paw pad tomorrow.  I’m rather nervous, but I figure it’s best to know what we’re up against and get the chemo party started.

Until tomorrow,

HRH WB III

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WB here.  I am starting to feel more like myself as the haze of pain and pain killers are starting to recede.  I only woke my mom and dad up once last night, when the pain got a bit too much.  Mom laid down on the ground next to my dog bed and we snuggled for the first time since the surgery, and that was great for both of us.  I soon went back to sleep for the rest of the night.

I am still panting a bit, but my dad noted that I don’t really have “the crazy” in my eye as much and look more like myself – more John Lennon, and less Marilyn Manson.  I am also less restless, and am enjoying a good snooze (and I hear my “drunk truck driver” snore is back in full effect).  My stitches are starting to get itchy more, so my pawrents are putting that stupid cone back over my head.  I’m all too familar with the “cone of shame,” as I had to wear it often when I had that icky paw pad injury.  Mom tells me to hang in there because I only have to keep it on until my incision heals and I won’t have to wear it nearly as regularly as I used to (knock on wood).  Luckily, we have the Comfy Cone, so it’s not as bad as it could be, I suppose.

As a treat for my progress, my mom gave me a lift up on to one of my favorite chairs, which as you can see made me very happy.   I of course wanted to show her how much I had progressed by jumping up on the couch in the evening, which I did successfully, but she quickly told me I shouldn’t do that anymore without her help until I feel a bit better (but I admit I was happy to see that I still had it in me).   I’m getting a bit sick of lying down on only one side because it hurts too much to lie on the other side, but the bruising on my belly seems to be going down slowly but surely so I’m looking forward to some day soon sprawling out on my other side.

We are taking very short walks along our block as I get the hang of going to the restroom on one leg, and also to help me gain my balance a bit.  For the most part I have no problems, but sometimes when I want to turn quickly I forget that I have only 3 legs.   And, I had my first number 2 since leaving the hospital!  I was getting a bit worried about that, because I think the pain killers were backing me up a bit, if you know what I mean.  But I sorted out how to stand all on my own, with only a bit of help from my mom (how embarassing).  But walking around on three legs is really tiring!   I’m going to cut this post short and go catch some zzzzzzzzzzzzzz’s.

Peace out,

DJ Willy Will Beagle

(Ok, yes, the pain meds are still making me a bit loopy).

Hi everyone, this is Izzy Bella reporting for my big brother Will Beagle.  We were so happy to have him home last night, but it is clear that he is out of sorts.  His back leg disappeared, but that’s ok because we love him regardless.  The hardest part for us is that we love to snuggle close to him, but it hurts him too much if we get close to his hip.  He yelled at Henry Beagle one time when Henry tried to sit on him.

He had a rough night last night.  Mom and Dad were up with him several times in the evening, as WB was whimpering in pain and seemed restless (something probably having to do with his pain meds).  He seemed to calm down early in the morning, but started panting quite a bit in the morning.  Fortunately, after a nice little stroll in the front yard, Will Beagle settled down and slept most of the day away in the study, keeping us company.

On the upside he is walking around well, especially on carpet.  He’s eating (but then, he ALWAYS loves food), and is drinking plenty of water.  But he’s staying calm, getting plenty of rest on his favorite dog beds.

Henry Beagle is oblivious, but I think this is hard on our pawrents to see WB in such a state.  But he’s been struggling with his paw pad for so long that it’s important to remember that he’ll be able to come with us to the park and to the beach as soon as those stitches come out!  That will be great as he hasn’t been able to come with us for so long.  Hopefully he’ll be able to calm down tonight so we can all get sleep.  A girl needs her beauty sleep afterall.