Day 3 - chasing flies

House flies, that is.  I have determined that a lot of Ember's most inexplicable antics are related to insects.  Digging in the couch, jumping at empty space?  In some cases, it is because she saw something tiny that she determined needed to be chased.  And eradicated.  Or eaten to supplement the protein in her diet. 

Here's our recuperating patient. She made the decision when it was 91℉ out there to sun on the deck.  For about a minute is all.  She came back inside.  

I have to say this was the most stressful of the recovery days so far.  Not only do we have triple digit heat, but there was a scramble that turned out to be nothing but stressed me out.  

Carl, you see, injured himself over the weekend, and his leg was swelling Sunday evening.  They got him into the vet on a "hurry up" basis but both son and daughter in law had meetings at their respective work places that made it scary close timing.  Son called me while I was doing a grocery run.  I said yes, I could scramble to pick up Carl if the vet needed to keep him for tests or whatever that would last beyond when son had to get back to work.  But then I worried about Ember being crated longer or put back sooner, both of which add to her stress.

Turned out my son had time to settle Carl back in his own kennel and make it to his appointment.  I was able to get Ember out for a second walk while it was "only" 87 degrees.  Bonus, she got pets from two humans, one toward the start of her walk, the other toward the end.

The physical match of the day?  The wrestling match between dog-mom, weighing in at 135, and Ember, weighing in at 55, but armed with teeth.  The prize?  Getting her back in the pink suit after it was laundered for yet the third time.  OMG.  I must have tossed a total of about a cup of "search" treats to distract her while I put one paw, or another, or her head into the suit... and tried to get a stubborn zipper to close.  Midway through the match, between rounds, I donned the cut-resistant sleeves.

Then the t-shirt she wears as an alternate, and the sleeves were both run through the wash.  Wish me luck on Tuesday, as it's a trainer day for me.

I went down and gave her "last call" to pee and poo about 7:15 p.m.  Such a good little girl, yes, even though we have been having wrestling matches.  I understand it's scary wearing clothes!

Carl's paw-rents report he seems to have an OK mood, even about being in a cone.  Hoping both pets recover fully and soon.

Ember and I have now survived Day 3, post-op for her!  Yay!

Life is good.  Spark on!