'Maya, heal'

At training before Maya's accident we were working on teaching her to "heel" and obey that command to stay behind our left heel while out walking. She was doing pretty well—as long as she was getting treats and felt like it. Now, it's "heal" that she has to obey.

She remains in hospital—doggie intensive care—but the prognosis is greatly improved from what it seemed a couple of days ago.

Maya up and about for a patient visit. She tries to put her
foot down but I don't think she's got any weight on it.

The vet is convinced she will keep her leg but has lost one of her toes. What remains of it will have to be removed. We're hoping to get her home or at least to our local vet soon, but with exposed, sheered bone and flesh that still needs some debriding, the vets says it's too much risk she'll get an infection. She still has be to be anesthetized in order for them to change her bandage and treat the wound. They're talking about us being able to take her home but having to bring her back for daily bandage changes and then eventually surgery to fuse a bone because the ankle is unstable.

I'm hoping if we can get her home and allow the wound to heal that maybe she can avoid the surgery, but I won't know that until she's farther along in treatment and, of course, get some other opinions. The great thing is I'm not thinking about having a three-legged dog anymore! But I am thinking I'll be driving my good old Buick from the last century for a lot longer now than I'd planned a week ago. That's cool. It has a Maya seat belt too.