Recovery III
Recovering well, apart from the weight loss. I'm a little concerned that he hasn't put any weight back on, but other than that, Rocky hasn't thrown up or had diarrhoea since he's been back home. He's been eating well and sleeping well, and that's all I can ask for, for now.
The long stay at the vet's clinic, however, has made him even more paranoid about being abandoned. And it drives a knife through my heart whenever I think of what he must have felt, those nights alone. He's surprisingly okay when I leave the house, but for as long as I'm at home, he can't be left alone; I can't even take a shower without him waiting outside the bathroom, barking the full 10 minutes. My mom jokes that I have a shadow in the shape of a Rocky now.
posted by Laughingcow at 12:30 am
2 Comments:
You make having a dog seem so fun. :P If only my mom was as receptive to the idea of having a dog at home as yours!
Postmaster-General: As long as Bubbles doesn't mind being peed on... ;)
Raymond: My mom was NOT receptive at all. But things change, and we adapt. :) Fun is only a slice of the pie; when the novelty wears out, you have to be prepared to clean, feed, and shovel stool on a daily basis! Another thing that's not fun? Incontinence.
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