Mommy and Daddy are going out this evening with Mommy's family. And I am not invited! So they are leaving me! At home! At least they are not leaving me alone. My Uncle DJ will be here to doggysit me. Here is a picture of the two of us in happier times, when I was a wee pup of only four months:
They are very nervous to leave me, but they made these plans weeks ago, and they can't really break them. I'm sure they will be calling a lot so see if I'm okay.
Here is some news on the recovery front:
My weird toe has stopped oozing blood and looks a lot better now. On Tuesday the outer layer of my toe pad FELL OFF! Our vet thinks it is one of three things, none of which are harmful in the long term: a bad reaction to a bug bite; a small "foreign body" like a plant sticker or something; or a histiocytoma. The last one sounds bad, but it is really just a benign growth that young dogs sometimes get that heals on its own in several weeks.
Also I can sort of stand up now. But only if someone holds me up under my tummy. And my toes still knuckle under and I still wobble and fall down. But Dr. M (at our regular vet clinic) and Dr. S (the surgeon) both say it's amazing that I can bear any weight at all only a week after spinal surgery. I told you I was a genius dog!
Bye for now,
Poppy the Little Blonde Chihuahua