Daisy the pug is better today (which in my mind is before midnight on Thursday, but in reality is Friday), but seems to be a bit uncomfortable when she sits certain ways. That I can well understand considering the staples she has lined up on her belly. The incision is about 4" long and must be painful. I made a joke about hanging charms from the metal circlets, but she wasn't amused. I soothe her by scratching her backside and all is forgiven.
Wish her appetite would improve, though. She's pretty picky, but we're able to get a dab of peanut butter (with her prescription in it) to her, and today she went sort of nutty for Vienna Sausages. They are a personal favorite of mine, but my husband thinks they're a bit vile. What does he know? Silly old Yankee.
I'm indulging her appetite a wee bit because before long she'll be on a prescription canned food (not as toothsome as the Vienna Sausages, I don't think), and we'll have to be tippy-toeing around her diet. I'll do anything to prevent what we've gone through from happening again.
In other news...looking forward to the weekend. Our 29th anniversary is on Sunday and second son is going to grill out. And Gary's off next week from FE from Monday through Thursday. We're going to be an actual couple somewhere in there, I do believe. Maybe a date night? Please? AND, the weather has been plain peachy. In the 60's today and more of the same for a couple of days. I realize it won't last, but my goodness, it's wonderful.
Trying to look on the bright side and appreciate the simple things that are right in front of my face. Not always easy, but sure does help to put a bright spin on things.
