RECOVERING FROM THE PROCEDURE AND HEADING TOWARD PUPPY BLUES?
I felt like a slow-motion character upon returning home. I wanted to play, run about and tussle but my wants were not transformed into physicality. It was not that I wanted to sleep mind you. I really couldn’t finish what I started and lost interest and the ability to focus.
There was no pain rather stiffness.
I had no interest in my kibble but simply couldn’t refuse a toasted bagel chunk with a piece of banana and peanut butter. How could anyone!
That bloody cone around my neck. I keep careening into objects. I must be hand fed and a water bowl must be lifted up to just outside the cone. Try sleeping with a cone on your head. The frustration is enough to transform you into “Conehead the Barbarian”. Can I last for 10 days with this contraption? I had a couple of pieces of gnocchi tonight for a treat and a big chunk was caught on my beard and the cone. I try to smell the ground but my cone bangs into it. It scoops up snow.
Rules rules rules.
No getting my underbelly wet to avoid infections. This means my walks in this never-ending slushy weather are not possible and even if it was dry outside I must take it easy for 10 days and that means short walks. My potty training has suffered as a result.
Due to the lack of my 8,000 human steps daily on walks and not being able to zoom about in the backyard snow how do I utilize all this puppy energy? Zooming around like a maniac inside which I am not supposed to do. I can’t stand being an idle pup.
We will get through this, and I still don’t understand what losing my manhood means and why it has made me and Bob so frustrated.
It will be difficult to avoid the Puppy Blues especially as this winter never seems to end. Bob has said many times just wait until spring, summer and fall! I have only really known winter but the wetness, cold, snow, freezing rain and darkness is beginning to bother me.
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