Oh man, yesterday Freya went in to be spayed. Besides just feeling plain awful for her, I felt awful for Loki. He seriously did not know what was going on, nor did he like it one little bit.
She couldn't have any food or water after midnight (Tuesday), so yesterday morning I had to hold off feeding Loki since it would have been vastly unfair to feed him in front of her -- they were both so confused, they usually get let out of their kennel first thing in the morning and are fed soon thereafter. But not yesterday, oh no, not yesterday.
Okay, so the kids get off to school and I hustle to the vet hospital. I wanted to be the first one there so she would go first and be able to get picked up earlier. My eagerness ended up being for naught, as apparently it is the dr's choice how the order of surgery falls. Whatever. Anyway. I knew that Loki wasn't going to like not having his sister around and boy howdy was I right. He barely ate, whined more than usual and randomly FLIPPED OUT all day long. Not only did I have to deal with his issues, but I was juggling going to the commissary and making THREE, yes 3, lasagnas. I was EXHAUSTED by the time I was to go pick up the kids and I still had to go pick Freya up and deal with whatever the outcome of her surgery was going to be.
I dropped John off at speech therapy and then ran the route to drop off the other kids, grabbed Marks truck, headed back to pick John up (who was waiting so patiently for me by the curb), then high-tailed it on over to pick Freya up.
After a little one on one time with the dr, in which he was quick to assure me that if ANYTHING looked wrong with her incision site to not hesitate a second, but to come on back in...they don't charge for surgery checks, however, if it appeared that the irritation was due to her licking or scratching, well, they do charge for that! All said with a sympathetic smile and "what can we do it about it" shrug of the shoulders. Whatever, doc, just get my dog....
Poor Frey, I can hear her whining and whimpering as they bring her down the hall. Oh! And I hear a voice say, "she's started licking". To which the dr, who was standing in the doorway says, "Oh, she's licking. Well, better put a cone on her." He pops his head back in and informs me that Freya is licking her incision site (you don't say!) and that they'll need to put a cone on her (WHAT! I'm shocked..), which, unfortunately, will be an extra charge. Again with the expression and shoulder shrug.
I say, since I just shelled out over $250 bucks for her surgery, OF COURSE there will be a charge for a damn plastic cone!
I digress.
It was horrid trying to walk her out. She would a walk a few steps, whimper, lift her back leg and hobble, then sit down. Poor John was beside himself. He kept telling her, "It hurts me to see you in so much pain, Freya. I am so sorry, Freya...", ugh, the sweetness of him just KILLS me.
It was interesting though, because, as soon as I opened the truck door she just jumped right in...I could have sworn that would have been painful..but I guess she just wanted to get in and get home, lol.
Anyway, we get home and Loki is going crazy. She is all hopped up on drugs and can't tell heads from tails...the dr said to keep them separate (HOW!?), so I put her in their kennel. Uh, yea, Loki went NUTS. He kept running up and down the hallway, howling, barking, whining, only to plant himself right in front of the kennel door and do all that to her drugged little face.
I was trying to figure out how we were going to do their sleeping arrangements, since the dr said to keep them separate from each other, and the only thing that we came up with was getting another kennel. *sigh* So off Mark went to get another kennel. These kennels are HUGE by the way. HUGE! I kept telling Mark that we were going to have to figure out someplace to put both the kennels so that they were next to each other....Mark didn't think it mattered but I knew if we were going to get any sleep at all, Loki was going to have to be close to his sister --
Guess where they ended up?
In the hallway right next to our bedroom! Yep, the only place big enough to fit two kennels back to back. And for all that I said Loki needed to be next to his sister in order to get any sleep, well, sleep was interrupted A LOT. Though he was close to her, he did not like that he wasn't WITH her....and she, dear dog, she made a damn racket with that cone rubbing all over the floor of her kennel.
So this morning dawns; I'm tired, Mark is tired, the dogs are losing their bloody minds and I don't want to get out of bed because I know that to do so means that I have to face the day that is going to be filled with nothing else but trying to keep the dogs apart (impossible!). And so far this morning, every thing I thought would be difficult, has been. This is one time in my life, probably the only time in my life, where I would LOVE to be wrong!! Lol, but what can you do. I will say that there are moments of hilarity that are tinged with sympathy . . . like watching Freya trying to walk/manuever with the cone on -- she is bumping into EVERYTHING. And I have to say, she is acting kind of like a lunatic; very twitchy, with bursts of insane energy...it's very odd.
I can't believe this is going to be for the next 9 days......man, I hope it goes by FAST!
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