April 3rd 2014 8:02 pm
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I wish I could tell you my recovery at home was an easy one, but I fill my mom's life with adventure, so I can't exacty say that. I got my stitches out last week, and I got to come home. The first day back, mom went shopping, and the blow-up neck cone that I had to wear with my plastic lampshade cone just wasn't doing anything for me. Mom came home to find it deflated and dangling around my neck like a rubber chicken. I had popped it. Mom didn't look happy about it, but I felt great. The next morning, Mom let us out to potty while she got our breakfast ready. We were out less than 10 minutes, and I came strolling in with my lampshade cone (perfectly intact minutes ago) flopping like wings. I had managed to split the cone from top to bottom with my magical poodle powers. It hadn't unraveled, still woven shut on the seam. I split it. Broken. Mom was so frustrated but I just tilted my head with the lampshade wings bobbing and my one eye staring at her. She burst into laughter. I don't know what was so funny...I was starving! Without protection, my eye started bleeding again. It bled and ran the rest of the weekend. She took me back to work with her on Monday, and the doctor said it should've been clotted by now, but I looked like a horror movie. He made a blood smear and said my platelets looked low. We sent off a clotting panel, and are still waiting for results. But, tonight I'm not bleeding! I think I'm headed toward recovery. Keep your paws crossed, friends.
March 27th 2014 8:38 pm
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It is Thursday, exactly 2 weeks since the humans took my eye out. My stitches have all been removed this morning, and I must remain in this lampshade cone for one more week. I got to come home tonight with mom. I set foot in my home one again. My eye looks dreadful...a bit fleshy. The human kids don't like to look at it, but mom keeps telling them my hair will grow over it and no one will notice it. It is unsightly for sure, a bit open, but the doctor assures us it will granulate with the scarring process and seal properly. This is why I must live in the cone another week. Mom wants me to keep all toenails away from my face, she doesn't want to see any bloodshed. Sometimes I think she is just no fun at all. I will try my best to behave so I can stay home. My mom loves me, and missed me. She gave me a big hug. The kind I have to stand on my back feet for. My favorite kind of hug. Welcome home.
March 21st 2014 10:15 am
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I came home last night. I couldn't believe that mom came and got me out of my kennel. As soon as I got home, I saw Monty in the driveway and started shrieking. My old friend, Monty! I couldn't believe my eye! We greeted each other,and I wanted to play so badly, but mom had me on the leash. I went into the house, and there was the human kids! I was so excited I could hardly contain myself! Am I dreaming? No, banging the cone of shame around proved otherwise. I pranced around the house and began rubbing against the couch. My long neck allowed the cone the give a bit, and I managed to rub my stitched up eye against the couch. The humans yelled at me to stop, but it's so itchy! So, I cranked my slender body around, got my back leg inside the cone, and scratched that itchy eye. Mom yanked me up, but it was already bleeding. I ripped a stitch out. I hadn't even been home 15 minutes and the damage had been done. Mom had to take me back to the clinic this morning. The doctor said it looked like only one stitch came out, so we will leave it alone and let it drain. And so, I remain at the clinic until further notice.
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