On the Mend (x2)

Hi, friends - Heather here. Scottie Mom tells me lots of you have been asking to hear how I'm doing and she thought it would be nice for me to make an appearance on the blog and tell you for myself! Well, I can tell you that the night after my surgery wasn't very fun. I kept waking up feeling as though there was something on my tail I just had to get rid of. Kind of like an itch you just have to scratch, you know? Scottie Mom stayed up with me the whole night. 

The next day wasn't much better. Scottie Mom came home with the dreaded cone of shame. I gave her one of my best pouty faces ever to show my distaste for the thing. How could she humiliate me like so? That night, I was relieved of that horrible thing. I settled down with Mr. K, Scottie Mom and Dad to watch some TV. It didn't take long before Scottie Mom retired for the night - the previous night's sleepover pawty had put a real crick in her neck. Funny, though, she wasn't required to wear the cone of shame even though she was hurt like me...

Scottie Dad stayed up with me and took us out for a late night walk around 11:30 p.m. I did my best to go potty outside but the medications the V-E-T gave me really took a toll on my tummy. My bottom exploded nearly as badly as Mr. K's did a few weeks ago once we got back in the Scottie House. Scottie Dad had to go wake Scottie Mom from bed for reinforcement. Not only had I made a mess in the house, but the diarrhea was all over my backside - including on my tail where the V-E-T removed the tumor. I was so confused and so worried they would be mad at me.

Scottie Mom cleaned me up while Scottie Dad cleaned the house. She kept telling me everything was okay but I didn't quite believe her because my beautiful furs were covered in liquid poo! Scottie Mom got on the phone with the emergency V-E-T to find out if this kind of reaction was normal. Apparently, the antibiotics the V-E-T prescribed are known to potentially cause doggie bottoms to explode. They told her I no longer should take that medicine (phew!) and to check in with the V-E-T who did my surgery first thing in the morning. Not again....

I went to see the nice V-E-T lady the next day and she looked over my incision, gave my bottom another bath, gave me a shot and sent me on my way home. I'm proud to say I have not had to go back since then! Scottie Mom says I'm clearly on the mend. I wish I could say the same about her. You see, ever since our sleepover pawty, Scottie Mom has been in serious pain. Finally, she broke down and Scottie Dad drove her to the human V-E-T. Today, we're both on bed rest and have our own discharge instructions with a list of medications and things to do in order to get better. We'll both be just fine in time, I'm sure. The only question I have is: why am I the only one who has to wear the cone of shame? Shouldn't she be wearing it, too, for her own good health??