September 12th 2008 6:46 am
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Mom and I would like to thank all the wonderful pups that pawmailed me, and sent rosettes and get well messages. Special thanks to The Boyzzz (http://www.dogster.com/dogs/639702) [sorry, I can't figure out how else to do this, any help is welcome] for the candle and prayer link they set up for me. You two are the bestest furiends.
I came home late yesterday after the surgery to remove an additional ten quills that were firmly embedded in the muscle of my left shoulder. I am still having a lot of discomfort, but the pain killers and anti-inflammatories are slowly helping. I kept mommy up most of the night whimpering because I was so sore. Poor mom. She was with me until 2:00 a.m. Thursday morning at Emerg., and then I kept her up again last night.
Mom can tell that my shoulder is somewhat better today, as my limp is improving slightly. She still has to help me up and down the steps, but this will also improve over the next few days.
Mommy and I are both tired, so we will try to catch up on some sleep now. Thanks again to everyone!
September 11th 2008 6:41 am
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It's dark last night. By the light of the moon I see a fox run by the back window. Mom lets me out to chase it. I chase it to the edge of the property. Good dog.
I'm coming back to the house when something catches my eye. I go to say hello. Mom wonders why I'm not coming back to the house. Mom comes looking. Ouchie. I said hello to a porcupine.
Mom and dad look me over and mom rushes me to the Veterinary Teaching Hospital. They look at all my quills and call me "Hugging Quill Girl". I get sedated and they start pulling out the quills. They stop counting at 60. After all the visible ones are removed they start feeling around to see if there are any more. They shave my entire left shoulder and find several more very firmly embedded. I have to spend the night at the vet hospital. I don't like it here.
All I know is I have to have surgery to remove those deeply embedded ones sometime today. I have an I.V. that I don't like in my arm. They are telling me to not worry, but I am shaking uncontrollable. I'm trying not to be woose, but I want my mommy.
All I want is the quills out so I can go home.