Still blissfully unaware of what the day would hold, I dropped an excited Tex off at the vet this AM. He clocked in at 57.6lbs and as soon as they put him in the crate to await his procedure, he flipped. I think he has mild separation anxiety – he does fine while we are at work or overnight but if we are in the same room and he can see or hear but not get to us, he whines, barks, or howls incessantly. Then when he gets to be by us, he isn’t vying for attention, he’s happy to just lay down and chew on a toy- as long as he’s nearby, he’s happy.
As soon as I picked him up from the vet, I could tell he was pissed. We made it home and spent a long evening texting family and friends, FaceTiming with Clayton and the hardest part – mastering the cone.
Tex seemed really tired and sore but wouldn’t lay down so I soon realized that he thought that he couldn’t. By using his favorite treat as a guide, we accomplished the seemingly impossible and celebrated with a nap. Cheers!
The recovery is supposed to last 7-10 days and we are limited to no running, jumping or fun – real easy with a six-month-old lab puppy. Tex has to take a painkiller twice a day but he sniffed it out of his food bowl like total drug dog so I covered it in peanut butter and he thought it was a special treat (double win) See, even though I had your manhood taken away, I’m not trying to torture you, bud.
After a long walk, we’re feeling rejuvenated and ready to tackle the week – cone head and all. Bring it on.