It's me, Baxter. You know, that loveable energetic dog whho Nickie's family has. Nickie says that maybe not everyone knows me, which I don't believe, I'm THE BAXTER! How could anyone NOT know me? Anyway, as I was saying, I am a very independent black lab border collie mix and I've been with Nickie's Mom and Dad for all of my five years, minus three months of my puppyhood at a shelter. I'm writing here because my buddy, Julio, doesn't know if he wants to type with his paws and that sore spot and all. I decided I'd write for him, but I'm only doing it for him, not for Nickie (Editor's note: Baxter likes to play this game where he pretends to hate me. Don't believe it, he loves me when I'm scratching his tummy and giving him treats.)
So this morning something very strange happened. My buddy didn't get any breakfast and very early in the morning (around 7:15 or so), Nickie, Daddy and Julio and I all got in the truck. This was weird because Daddy always goes to work and I never get to go even if Nickie and Julio do. So we went somewhere, I am pretty sure it was the vet. They weren't gone for very long and I chilled out in the truck with windows open, don't worry, it wasn't too hot and I got some decent people watching and I made sure there weren't any elephants (Editor's note: don't ask, you're better off without me trying to explain this one.) When Nickie and Daddy came out, they didn't have my buddy. I sniffed all over and I couldn't find him. I didn't like this at all. Nickie didn't eaither, I caught her looking like she was going to cry a few times. Daddy was a perfectly good guide, I don't know what she was so upset about, she's the one who took my buddy in there.
They got breakfast, but didn't get anything for me and we went home. I still couldn't figure out what the deal was. Julio still wasn't home. I was sort of worried. I ran around the house and checked things out, making sure everything was okay and all. Nickie did some reading and stuff and she and Daddy were playing with their phones which I wanted to help with (I like to help with everything). Then a few hours later (around 10:45 or so), the phone rang. Nickie and Daddy got in the truck but they didn't let me come. A while later, they came back with my buddy Julio but Daddy had to help him out of the truck.
Nickie says he came through the surgery well and he's already doing pretty well. He and I both got chicken and rice for dinner (Julio's favorite food). She said it was a treat for Julio because his day was so hard.. I don't think it was that bad. I am the one who was traumatized by my buddy disappearing...
Notes from the real owner of this blog
Julio did, in fact, handle the surgery well. The stitches are absorbable and on the inside of him, which I didn't know was possible. He's supposed to have limited activity, no running or jumping or really hard stuff, no harness work either, for 10-12 days, but since he doesn't need a follow-up appointment to get the stitches out I'll be the one to decide when the harness will go back on. Obviously, I'll want to be very careful to make that decision correctly.
Julio does seem to have some discomfort, but it's not severe pain like I've always had from RSD after surgeries. He has anti-inflammitories to hopefully help with the pain. He got his first pill today.
As for me, I definitely did feel like crying, but I got through today without actually doing so. Julio doesn't seem angry with me, which I am somewhat surprised about in some ways but mostly just relieved. I'm just incredibly grateful that he survived the surgery well, he's happy to have gotten his favorite food and he's even cuddled with me some. I'm grateful to God, grateful for great vets and supporting staff memberrs vet techs/nurses, grateful for the support of my family for the support and prayers. Now it's my job to be there to support my lovely guide and keep him as comfortable as possible.