Now listen…I’m not saying I’m not feeling 100%, I’m not but I’m not feeling all puney either. I’m sore. I’m tired from walking on three legs and trying to learn how to move a little faster. My mind and body are working overtime and parts that I’ve never had to work before. AND I got that darn abscess at my amputation site!
My Tonya, my human, has been right by me the entire time since my amputation. I LOVE HER! I MEAN THAT I LOVE HER. I’m use to following her around and checking in on her, but since this whole amputation thing, she’s been bringing me treats, bringing me my water bowl, feeding me from her hand, waking up at night and running her warm hand all over me. Gosh, she has good hands.
I was sleeping so good on the couch on Saturday. I woke up and my Tonya wasn’t next to me. I sat up and listened. I didn’t hear her. I got up and jumped off the couch to walk to the bottom of the stairs because my Tonya might’ve been up there, though she doesn’t let me walk up there either. I perked my ears, but I didn’t hear her up there.
Hmm…where was she? I made my way around the house and realized that she left me. I got sad at first, but then I saw the sunshine streaming through the double glass doors. Those aren’t just any glass doors. They are the glass doors to the world! I love to sit there and say hello to the tumbling leaves, passing joggers, squirrels, stray cats (I hate cats), and sometimes my girlfriend Sadie walks by. I talk to everyone who passes. I love to talk, something that I’ve not been doing since my amputation.
It just so happened that there were so many things happening on the other side of those doors. Then it happened. The big tall human that takes up a lot of my Tonya’s time, she likes to call him Eddy or your daddy, I like to call him competition, anyways, he came into the foyer where my doors to the world are and he started snapping pictures of me. I ignored him. Boy….I should’ve dropped down right then because a few minutes later my Tonya’s car pulled into the driveway. I hobbled as quick as I could back the family room and dropped down.
“You stinker.” Tonya bent down and rubbed me. “Have you been playing possum with me?”
Not only did I find it offensive that she called me a possum, stinky creature, but she accused me of milking my situation.
Darn, ‘your daddy’ sold me out!
Did I mention that I hate cats? Yeah….my sister is one. Or maybe I just don’t like sisters…..
The good news is that my Tonya took me back to the doctor to have my abscess bandages changed. The abscess is all gone, but the hole that exploded all that blood and freaked my Tonya out is healing, but they still put that big diaper on me. Embarrassing. My Tonya is taking me back to the doctor for a bandage change on Tuesday, so paws crossed I don’t come home in that darn diaper!
~xo
Charlie