But it’s certainly not by choice! At 9 months it was time to be spayed. We dropped her off at the vet the night before. The house was so quiet I almost couldn’t stand it. I worried the following day until I heard surgery went well and Daisy was doing great. She could be picked up that night. She was still a bit dopey when we got there, but so happy to see us. We were sent home with a list of instructions, including keep her quiet for 2 weeks. I guess “If you want her quiet, you keep her” was the wrong response. She couldn’t walk a straight line from the truck tshe o the house, but hoping up one the sofa immediately wasn’t a problem.
Day 4 – Monday, rainy and the first day I had to deal with Daisy on my own. Unsettled and mad about being confined, this was a day of temper tantrums, fussing and seeing what she could get into in the two rooms she had to roam. She was disgusted by being forced to sleep on the floor or in her bed and not spending all day on the sofa. She did t want to be on a leash anymore and pitched fits when she couldn’t try to rub her donut off in the fence. Somehow the little bugger figured out how to get rid of that donut. Collar still around her neck and Velcro still intact, but the donut was hanging off the side of her neck. It was like wrestling a wild calf trying to get it back on. Ugh … now she couldn’t be trusted to keep it on and I was a prisoner since I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. A trip to the vet and miss smarty pants was fitted with an e-collar and surgery site was checked.
Day 7 – Destructo pup has successfully demolished 3 recovery collars. Daisy has lost her patients over this situation and wants to play. She wants to stay outside longer and not be on a leash anymore.
Days 8 & 9 – Another recovery collar (we’re up to 4 now), a ballistic pup and 3 cats that like to tease her. It’s going to be a really long 5 days!