Breakfast in bed

I can't believe I fed Maya breakfast in bed today.

It certainly wasn't part of the plan, but after Fionna rudely awoke me at 8:20 to tell me she had to be at soccer at 8:30, and then rushing her to her game (sorry but I couldn't stay on such short notice), I set about getting breakfast for her mother and sister. Molly had a game herself at 10:30. Maya got up long enough to do her duty and returned to her crate. What could I do?

I made eggs, ham and cheese on English muffins (except no ham for Molly who doesn't eat pig—her sister says that's because it would be cannibalism). When I couldn't entice Maya out of her crate with bits of ham I started bringing it to her. Like who's top dog in this pack?

That ham was meant for Elsie's Canadian bean soup, which I was making as part of my post-Easter tradition, but there was enough left over to spare for a convalescing canine. Besides, Elsie would have done the same if she were still with us.

Actually, Maya is doing extremely well, and both our local vet and the hospital vets rave about how well-behaved and docile she is. But she doesn't have much energy and after getting up for a bit will usually return to bed—unless one of the cats is in sight, in which case Maya can't help but over-exert herself hobbling after it. The hospital vet who changed Maya's bandage on Saturday said we could stop the pain medication unless we noticed Maya was uncomfortable. I did skip it once but she seemed agitated and bothered by her leg so I continued giving it to her. This afternoon, though, I gave her only one of the two and she seems fine. Poor pooch, no point in pushing her cold turkey.

The vet also said they did not use sedation to change her bandage, which is great progress, and she said Maya behaved wonderfully. She said they saw no need to continue using the special dressing because the wound has closed and they're very happy with the progress and will see her again in two weeks. I asked if it was certain that Maya would need her ankle fused and the vet  said they were not completely sure. She said as scar tissue forms it may improve the stability of the ankle but they have to wait and see. Also, she recommended not allowing Maya too much exercise so as to help scar tissue form but said the splint was holding it fairly immobile now. She said we could take Maya for 10 minute walks if we wanted. But I notice even now if Maya's out for even a few minutes she wants to come back in and lie down (exception noted above relevant to small furry distractions).

Now, about breakfast. Of course, I considered that Maya might just have been playing me. After all, she saw me serving the other women in the house and she's nothing if not one smart ... eh, dog.