Meche has decided to reimpose discipline on the Maya, whose convalescence is coming to a close. It's been seven weeks tomorrow since she was hit by a car in front of the house and last week the vets at the hospital removed the splint on her leg. She's still bandaged but it's not as rigid. So she's babying her leg more.
In another week she's supposed to get the bandage off all together. But, thank St. Roch, she'll return to normal, minus one toe. (Nah, I didn't really invoke St. Roch for Maya's recovery, but a Google search turned him up as the patron saint of dogs and those who love them, so ...) Now, I have investigate dog physical therapy for real. She might yet need surgery, but it's a time-will-tell deal.
So, while I'm in D.C. this week meeting with like-minded colleague and trying to convince congress people to do the right thing (i.e. give a shit about the underdog—pun intended), Meche has banished Maya from the furniture again. Out of sympathy for her suffering we couldn't bring ourselves to boot her butt off the sofa. She still responds to "Off!" begrudgingly. We've been reintroducing her basic commands as well—and reviewing her training fundamentals. After all, she's back to prowling the daycare area after hours in search of something to chew up and even dared to scuffle up a hole in the yard after I slaved at filling in her craters and reseeding during her recovery. If she's feeling up to her old mischief she's up to behaving again.
Meanwhile, discovered another dog blog today by someone I met here in D.C.—the reflections of a cute little pooch named Trudy: trudydogblog.wordpress.com
I thought I might be the only person weird enough to blog about his dog. Duh ...
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