My computer is totally dead. I had to order a new one, and it finally shipped. Yipee! (Note: They promised two day shipping, but apparently that is only after they make the darn thing in the factory (and that appears to take an extra week and a half)). I hope to be back to blogging on a regular basis soon, so thanks for checking back here. I really appreciate you sticking with me through my unplanned absence. Here is a small update for you on the goings on at Casa de Erin.
Meatball had his cruciate surgery on Friday. The cruciate is the ligament in his knee that was torn (this was similar to a person tearing his or her ACL) and need to be repaired. It was a major reconstructive surgery that involved cutting and repositioning his bone, and then putting in a titanium plate to hold it all together and make it stronger (random veterinary fact: any broken bone heals 15 times stronger at the fracture point). Bone will eventually grow over the plate making it more rugged than ever, and well, I will have a bionic dog.
Meatball had to stay the the vet's overnight, and when we brought him home, he was very drugged up, but very happy to see all of us.
He pretty much has an entire pharmacy of drugs that he is currently taking, some of which knock him out. His sisters were very happy to have him back, and didn't let him out of their sight even once. The family that naps together...
We have to give him physical therapy 3 times a day, which involves going through a full range of motion on all of his joints. This is to make sure everything stays loose for an easier transition when he starts to use the leg more. We ice it for a while before we touch it, to numb it a bit (and also to reduce any post-op swelling). This is one of Meatball's favorite things. It puts him right to sleep.
Here is a picture of the leg. It is starting to heal, and the bruising is starting to dissipate.
Petunia pretty much lays here with him all day. Harriet is usually out protecting our yard from stray squirrels and airplanes, but she does come in to check on him every once in a while.
Now we have 8 weeks of trying to keep Meatball from being active (which is kind of like trying to nail jello to the wall). Each day he seems to feel a little bit better, which makes each day a little bit harder. He is starting to want to chase the squirrels himself, which is a big no-no. It is definitely going to make for an interesting
tranquilizer-filled summer (but we are so glad to have our pup on his way to recovery).