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Abdominal surgery

Celosa got spayed yesterday. I hate doing this because my ordinarily happy and playful puppy is in a bit of pain right now, and it's all my fault. I realize, of course, of the importance of spaying my pet, but it's so sad to see her sort of curled up in a little ball and unable to run and play like she normally does.

I pulled her out from under the bed on Wednesday morning, and she was still sound asleep. She was confused at first, but when she saw she was going on a car ride, she was terribly excited. Car rides generally lead to playing with Zapata or going to the ranch or the dog park. Good things.

She was a little worried when we got to the vet, but everyone at the vet's office loves her. I signed the paperwork, and she was led to the back, and I went to work.

When I picked her up, she was tired. She was happy to see me, but she wasn't really interested in walking. I scooped her in my arms and took her home.

Crianza was pissed that Celosa had been gone for so long, and she desperately wanted to play with her.

"Squeak," she said. "Squeak, squeak, squeak. Squeak!" (roughly translated to "I have the moose," she said. "Don't you want to chase me and get it back from me? Please!")

Celosa wanted to play, but it hurt to jump and run, so she just sat on a pillow between me and Graham and watched Top Chef. She's rooting for Kevin.

Still, she's much better than she was during the Butt Incident. And having gone through major abdominal surgery recently, I am a bit more sympathetic to her plight than I was when Crianza went through this.

She also had the cherry eye taken care of, so it doesn't look like her eyeball is about to fall out anymore. We have to give her this cream for her eye for three days, on top of the pain meds for her tummy scar.

This weekend, they've been invited to a party at their breeder's house. It's supposedly in celebration of the good weather that lets the pulik play outside pretty much unmolested for the next seven months. They tend to stay in air conditioning in the summer time. Lots of other pulik will be there, including siblings of both of my puppies. I love seeing Lexi and Kudos and Kai with Crianza, because all of the litter mates have similar personalities, and Lexi looks a lot like Crianza. Celosa's sister Eve will definitely be there, though I'm not sure about her brothers. We saw her at the dog show a few months ago, and she was quite pretty. And Celosa's parents, Tsk and Muddy will be there. And poor Celosa will have to sit on my lap for a good hunk of the party instead of playing with all the other puppies. She can socialize, but the running around part of the party isn't going to work very well.

She seems to be healing fairly well. Her incision isn't that red, and she's not messing with it all that much. I think that she'll be fine in a few days, and we won't even notice the scar in a few months. And it's the responsible thing to do.

I wish, though, that it didn't hurt her so much.

Here is Celosa from a few weeks ago at the ranch.

You can't really see it, but she's beginning to cord. I call it the "haystack" phase, because her fur is just everywhere. One of the nicer things about her incapacity is that I can work on her fur a little and she doesn't seem to mind all that much. It starts to mat, and I have to pull it apart so it can cord properly. She needs a bath, but she can't have one for a week or so while her incision is still raw. The stitches, though, are supposed to dissolve inside, so we don't have to take her back to the vet until her regular appointment in the spring.



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Sep. 25th, 2009 07:10 pm (UTC)
She is so very cute. Poor baby, she'll get to the point of playing again soon.

My shelties are spending more time outside now too since it's become much cooler. They both need baths/grooming but we're having to wait since I'm having the radiation treatments. We have taken them out to the dog park in Pearland a few times to play; well, Isis plays, Rhiannon hides under our feet, still afraid of everyone.
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