Stef is at the mall. Helaine is at the market. It is raining¹. It’s just Roxie and me at home.
Since her surgery we’ve had to keep a close eye on Roxie. No jumping. No running. No biting around her sutures. Mostly that responsibility has fallen on Helaine and Stef. Today it’s my turn.
Roxie is still a puppy. She needs to run around even though she shouldn’t. Thankfully she stayed calm and rested first in the crook of my arm then in my lap as I worked on the computer.
Now we’ve moved to the foyer where she’s playing with a few toys. She has one with strands of rope poking out of a golf ball sized sphere. Helaine and Stef think it looks like a famous actor and have taken to calling it Richard Gere. Sorry Richard. This isn’t your most flattering portrayal.
Roxie’s post-op ‘lampshade collar’ has been taken off. i feel awful when she needs it.
Last night at work Tracey (Tallulah’s mom) lent me an inflatable collar which serves the same purpose but in a much less invasive way. It’s at the ready should Roxie go after the stitches.
We’re planning on taking Roxie to the Juvenile Diabetes walk tomorrow. I think she’ll enjoy it. I know we’ll enjoy having her there.
¹ – Since I said it would rain today, in fact made a big deal of it the past few days, I’m ecstatic it’s raining. Accuracy has become more important than personal comfort.