@Bevlah - You are so sweet. I actually did have a newspaper column ... and every now and then, something prompts me to write something. I know my Facebook followers are enjoying the Post Op posts. If you are an animal lover, you may enjoy this one.
WARNING: Long Post (read at your leisure, if at all)
Post Op Day 9: (Thursday) Looking back at yesterday, I think I understand why many people board their pets during joint replacement recovery. Dogs and cats require their own special attention from their humans - and joint replacement, (hip particularly) prohibit some of the required "range of motion" to do this adequately. I've read where pet owners get special equipment to allow them to feed, water, clean litter boxes... etc. so they can keep their fur family "home" during their recuperation. I'm sure their happy demeanor and warm snuggles make it all worth it. And then there is Ginger Grace.
Twelve year old "G-G" is a Lhasa Apso, a member of our family for 11 years this month. According to
dogtime.com - Lhasas are very adaptable, sensitive, and intelligent dogs, kid friendly and affectionate with family. The breed doesn't score so highly in "friendly toward strangers OR other dogs". Ginger, during her first year of life was the "Love Dog" of an elderly couple. Coming into our home at a little more than a year old, she was Chelsey's dog - and favored women. Before she would turn five... she would come to share her world with my mother (who lived with us) and her 30 pound Shih Tzu, Sam. I think the influence of her first Mom... and then My Mom... created a unique personality of entitlement, independence and being spoiled rotten. But what do you do? Ginger has an attitude. She is automatically muzzled at the veterinarian's. She barks like the Tibetan watchdog she was bred to be. She hears, but doesn't always listen.... she loves treats.
So... back to yesterday. I had some company. Ginger always decides this is a good time to bark to go outside. My visitors are happy to oblige and 'hook her up' for me, on a line from the side of our house out to the backyard. (For me to do so would break the 90 degree rule of bending, so I'm unable.) Minutes later she returns, expecting (and receiving) her 'good girl treat.' My guest lets her back in, giving her said reward. When Ginger wants to go out and I'm here alone... I've let her out, keeping a close eye on her - with my phone handy to call my neighbor, should she be 'prone to wander.' The neighbor,
Linda, has shooed her back home a few times, including yesterday during the daytime. Last evening, I had a small group meeting of women at the house (not our usual meeting place, but they came to me because of my surgery). Ginger was on the defense... yes, she likes women... but five at a time invoked "stranger danger," I guess, and she was a pill. No... she was a Pill (capital "P"). She barked, she wanted out, she wanted in, she wanted treats. She was disruptive and annoying. One woman and I got her into her kennel (took two... remember the 90 degree rule) which worked for maybe half an hour. She knew she was on thin ice and I announced that the group would never meet at my house again. Naughty, naughty dog. Sometime later, retiring for the night - Dan goes upstairs, leaving Ginger and me on the main level .... all is quiet until Ginger barks to go out. (She never goes out in the night....) So, I grab my crutch - shut off the security alarm... open the deck door and let her out. I see her leave the deck. I steady myself on my crutch. I see her... I call to her. She looks at me and then away. I call to her... "Kitchen..." (our term for 'get in the house') I'm ignored. I repeat these actions (standing/weaving, watching, calling... etc.) until 1.) I don't see her 2.) I'm becoming unsteady, having taken two sleep tabs before bed. I decide to go back to bed and wait for her to come to the door and bark. I doze back to sleep only to be awakened by the ringing of my phone. It's my neighbor, Linda. It's also 3:51 a.m. Well, it seems Ginger has once again, declared her independence and rather than come back to the "Kitchen" has gone to the McNeal's (who love and care for her when we are out of town) - scratching at their back door until someone let her in. She was of course invited in, loved on and put to bed. Linda called, thinking I might discover her gone and freak. Yeah... I freaked alright... I mean how many of us have dogs who invite themselves in the middle of the night, to a sleepover (with their dog friend, Buddy McNeal)?
Linda called this morning to 'bring her home' ... I answer the phone, "Is this McNeals Bed and Breakfast? I am SO sorry." We both had a laugh and Ginger appears to be more tired than usual today. I can tell you one thing - there will be no more "nighttime wandering" anytime soon. (Ginger's, nor mine, I hope). Just thought I would enlighten you today, to the impact of pets on THR recovery. As you think of me today... you might want to Pray for Ginger
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