I called the Doctors office yesterday cause I didn't like the looks of Pearls suture site. Made an appointment for this morning at 9:45 AM. I told Pearl about it but she wasn't to concern. Little did she know. She had a real red area around some of the sutures and a large balloon like swelling off the the side of the sutures and one real red bumpy spot at the beginning of the sutures. I did not like the looks of any of it so they said come on in.
Fast forward... Wednesday morning......who doesn't want to get up ? You guessed it. PEARL. I couldn't get her to get up and I couldn't pull her off the bed. So it took a long time to convince her to get up. Finally she is up and moving towards the stairs. Wait, she sits down and won't go down the stairs. So it takes some more convincing to get her down the stairs. Finally were in the living room but wait she runs over and lays on the cushie. Come on, Pearl we need to get you out side and so you can go potty before we leave. I get her up and into the kitchen she runs and lays down on the cushie in there. I could not get her to move off of it. Now we are running late. I want to pick her up but can not cause of her recent surgery. I go get her collar, put it on her and use it to pull her with and my other hand is pushing her hinny at the same time. Yeah, we made it to the back door.
Woooo ...She puts on the the power brakes. Mom,I am not going out there....it is raining cats and dogs. I am getting pissed and my voice is showing it and she realizes that she is going out whether she wants to or not. She walks to the edge of the deck but decides she doesn't want to walk down the wooden steps so back she comes to the cement steps. She takes them one at a time making sure she doesn't get her paws wetter than she has too. Walks around the puddles on the driveway and tentatively puts her paw on the wet grass. Mother nature takes over she has to pee real bad so on to the grass so goes. Once she is done peeing she realizes she has to go poo also. So she starts doing her little her potty dance ...after about 3 minutes she finds the right spot and goes. She then turns and runs back to the house. I let her in ...big mistake.
Gretchen is ready and waiting by the back door to go to the vets and lend a supporting paw where needed. Pearl is laying on the cushie in the kitchen and won't budge . GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR We are going to be late for the appointment. I tell her in no certain terms that she is getting up and out the door ...NOW. She moves but under extreme protest. She is out the door and runs all the way to the car ..jumps in all by herself. I shut the door, run back inside to get my purse. Off we go finally ... I am all tucker out and ready for a nap. There is no singing on the way to the vets. Gretchen was upset that I was raising my voice and thinks she has done something she shouldn't of.
As I am driving a train is running along beside us. Oboy,I am going to be real late cause I can not turn down the street until the train passes by. Did I tell you we are running late ....well make that real late. too be continue...
