Poor Ashas…he started licking his incision so we decided it was time to turn to the “cone of shame”! He looks so darn cute I snapped some pictures to share with all…Enjoy!
“What do you mean I’m getting fixed, I didn’t know I was broken!”
I can only imagine this might be what was running through Ashas head this morning as I tried to explain why I was leaving him at the vet; why the lady was taking him back through the big swinging doors as I waved goodbye.
The tech told me Ashas would quickly be getting blood work done and given a sedative in preparation for the surgery. Perhaps he lay calmly awaiting the inevitable, pondering why he needed fixing:
I didn’t meant to start digging those holes in the yard…
What’s wrong with bringing pine cones in the house and making a mess…
Oops, I had an accident; but I like to run out the front door; Isabella barks, why can’t I? and so on…
Or, perhaps he lay there pondering nothing more than the thought of being hungry, needing to potty or just wanting to go back to sleep!
From what I’ve heard it’s a much simpler procedure for male puppies…but not completely inconsequential. It is still surgery with anesthesia. I remember when Sasha was spayed as if it were yesterday, in fact I even watched her surgery. It was not that long ago that Isabella was spayed as well, but this is my first experience with nuetering. I read up on the procedure which is pretty straightforward but I am most concerned about the after-care period: 7-10 days with no vigourous running, no jumping on/off furniture? Seriously, Ashas has this habit of doing laps at what seems like 90mph around the house or yard at the drop of a hat. Completely out of the blue he will be sitting there one minute and darting about the next. Then we have the jumping…Isabella’s been on limited activity for the last several weeks due to her back issues but man it’s hard to convince a dachshund to take it easy!
Speaking of which, Isabella’s doing much better now. I was really nervous about giving her prednisone after our exerience with Sasha but I knew that was about as rational as not going for a ride in a car for fear of having a car wreck… Once she was on the prednisone long enough for the inflamation to finally subside she improved dramatically and she seems completely pain free now. She’s finally playing again and doesn’t have pain in her eyes.
It’s really good to see her feeling better, and thank goodness! I don’t think we could have taken her on steroids too much longer! She was truly the poster case for steroid side effects! The aggressiveness had her showing her teeth on more than one occaision. She was pushing the boundaries trying to claim a spot as top dog and pack leader…I’m still a tiny step ahead…I think. A couple of times I found myself wondering if she might actually bite me as I tried taking away the chew bone she swiped from Ashas but I stuck to my guns and took the “show no fear” route. Then there is the ravanous appetite. When I say ravenous, I mean she was inhaling her food so fast she almost choked a couple of times…we resorted to feeding her a few bites at a time just to make her actually “eat” her food! Lastly, there’s the increased water intake which naturally resulted in several accidents. While unpleasant, these were all small prices to pay for having her feeling better!
So, I finally received a call after a few hours from the vet letting me know Asha’s is awake and all went well. He is now “fixed”!
Funny, I don’t think I ever considered Sasha or Isabella had an opinion other than “what the heck just happend and why do I feel like crap?” Let’s face it, for most females it’s a welcome adjustment…no more ‘time of the month’, no more mood swings, it’s mostly win/win! For a male however, there just seems to be more stigma behind it…for some reason I envision Ashas will be more “in-touch” with reality and what actually happened! I don’t think he’ll care to hear my speech about how it will keep him from trying to wander after little girl doggies and keep him from being consumed with territorial marking and how it’s for his own good and, rather I imagine his thoughts will be somewhere along the lines of “WTF?”
In fact, I’m thinking he may come home not speaking to me at all for a few days…regardless, I will make him forget and spoil him rotten!!!