lyndon baines

Well last night was even less pleasant than the night before.  This time not only did I get no sleep, but Lyndon didn’t get any either.  He has finally started to take an interest in his incision, which meant that I had to put the cone of shame on last night.  He was upset about the cone and anxiuos  because of the pills and restless because of having to go potty every hour.  Poor baby. 

The good news is that his stamina is increasing a bit.  He has been wandering almost constantly and every time I lay him down he gets right back up again.  Stubborn little rat is still refusing to eat anything other than ground turkey, so I’ve been really careful about taking him outside to avoid a nasty accident.  Lyndon has really gotten the hang of postitioning himself for potty time, and he hops from one plant to the next trying to find that ultimate perfect spot.

Lyndon and Scampers three years ago

My other dogs, Scampers and Fifi, are still quite the problem.  Scampers has spent all morning crying and howling.  Finally I brought Scampers down into the family room with Lyndon and I.  Scamp could have given a crap about Lyndon, he didn’t even look at him.  Scamp went straight to Lyndon’s food dish and started eating.  Later on Scampers went over to Lyndon in his bed and barked in his ear.  Lyndon jumped up and Scampers curled up in Lyndon’s bed… I was so mad at him.  Scampy has calmed down now, he’s laying next to me on the couch. 

I have to really watch Lyndon now because of his interest in the scar.  He’s a bit redder and a bit more swollen today.  Everything else is going pretty well, though.  Here’s to getting a little sleep tonight (for us both).

Today is the 2nd day since Lyndon has been home.  We had a long night last night.  I felt so bad about the pain he was in that I opted not to put on his cone collar.  That, of course, meant that every time he made the slightest movement I had to wake up to make sure he wasn’t going after his incision.  So, Lyndon slept well, but I didn’t sleep much at all.  Lyn’s definitly in more pain than he was in yesterday.  He is also more anxious, wandering around more and looking like he’s not quite sure what to do with himself.  I can tell that he’s going to have to build up strength in his remaining hind leg, at the moment he gets tired easily and the leg starts to shake a bit with the strain.  Still, he is doing better than I had expected and I havent left his side for more than a short bathroom break in 30 hours.

Fifi, Scamp and Lyndon before the surgery

The real problem has been my other two quadrapawds.  They are not accepting of this whole separation thing, and they have voiced their disaproval and confusion non-stop for two days.  This morning Lyndon and I were serenaded with blood-curtling howling for an hour before I had to tell them to stop.  Since then I have had Lyndon baracaded in the family room with me and the other two (Fifi and Scampers) free to roam the rest of the house.  Of course, they are only interested in getting into the family room.  They are driving me crazy and occasionally stressing Lyndon out.  Its hard doing this process, with three dogs on opposite sides of th fence, by myself.  Thank God I don’t have to work for these next two weeks or this would be impossible.