A day in the life of Lacy the dachshund
My injury and ensuing recoveryFebruary 1st 2008 6:30 pm[ Leave A Comment ]
These past two weeks have been the most traumatic of my life. Two Saturday's ago I woke up at 11:30 and realized something was wrong with my body. My Mom says she awoke to my struggling. I don't know what happened but I couldn't move my back legs! Mom put me on the floor and called me to her but I was having a hard time getting my legs to do what I wanted them to do. They just wouldn't move! So Mom took me to a scary place where I stayed for 2 days. She called it the emergency vet. They kept me pretty drugged up until Monday morning where I was then taken by my mom to another vet. They did a mylegram and found out that I had blown a disc. They said I needed immediate surgery if I ever wanted to walk again. I hate surgery. I didn't have a choice, Mom said "ok" so off to surgery I went. Mom came to visit me Tuesday and they told her if I wagged my tail that I could go home. First thing Wednesday morning I wagged my tail so my Mom came and got me.
Lacy in 2007!January 27th 2007 10:13 pm[ Leave A Comment ]
I can't believe that this year I will have had Lacy for 6 years. Time flies. Who would have known that something so small, and now so sassy, could steal a part of my heart that will forever be hers? There's not a day that goes by that I'm not thankful for having her in my life. Even though she tries my patience sometimes (I'm sure I try hers as well!), I wouldn't have her any other way.
My trip to the vetMarch 20th 2006 9:27 pm[ Leave A Comment ] I don't know why my Mommy thinks it necessary to visit the vet. I mean, I don't wanna go, I wouldn't mind it if she didn't ever take me again, but still she makes me go. She says it's because she "doesn't want anything to happen to me that could've been prevented" but do they really need to poke me with all those needles??? That hurts. Oh and what's with some strange guy always trying to be nice when I could care less if I ever saw him again? Doesn't he get the hint? I don't want him touching me. He smiles, pets me, then sticks something up my rear and pokes me with needles. And he wonders why I don't like him and am not happy to see him. Where's my say so in all of this prodding and poking????
Today is my 5th birthdayMarch 17th 2006 8:38 pm[ Leave A Comment ]
I woke up this morning to Mom scratching me and wishing me a happy birthday. Now I was content laying on my pillow at the head of the bed, where I always sleep, and didn't need her waking me up just to tell me this. Throughout the day, she'd sing the birthday song, and even emailed her doxie list at 1200am to tell them about my birthday.
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