I’ve Been Bad

 

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I’ve been bad, very bad. Mr.C and Mrs. S left me unsupervised for only one hour today. My OCD kicked into overdrive the minute they left. I chewed and chewed and I might add quite successfully to get through the tape and blue leg wrap to reach my leg to lick.

Mr.C was not happy as this new leg wrap just went on last night. Sadie’s owner got me fixed up real good. And I even posed happily for this photo. Mr. C added on more tape to make sure it stayed put. I did well for most of the day and did not have to wear that dreaded cone of shame.

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So far my track record since surgery has been impressive.I started out 4 weeks ago with a red wrap.bella strawberry pie 003

But I’ve unwrapped, Mr. C.has rewrapped. I’ve unwrapped and Mr. C rewrapped and on and on. I can now tell you I have been through a red wrap, three white socks, one Ace bandage, another white sock that was even duct taped (guess Mr. C was desperate on that one)

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a blue Ace bandage and tonight back to a white sock. I am exhausted with all this unwrap, rewrap stuff. And Mr. C is real  annoyed with me. He says it never seems to end. What Mr. C doesn’t get is I just can’t help myself to stop. Now he has informed me that this is his last white sock. I wonder what’s next.  Guess it’s probably back to the dreaded cone of shame. 

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Love, Bella

 

Unwrapped but Back to Wrapped

Finally the day I had been anticipating since surgery arrived. I got “unwrapped”. It was at that given moment when Mr. C unwrapped the bandage on my leg my OCD kicked into overdrive. I could not stop licking my leg which itched and my stitches.  All day I was under close observation by Mr. C and Mrs. S. But when nighttime came around I was getting sick of hearing “Bella, stop licking!” These words rang on through the night.  I don’t think Mr. C and Mrs. S slept well. By morning I heard them say my OCD behavior was out of control.  Mr. C made a visit to the vet. My life took a turn for the worse when he came back with the dreaded cone of shame. I was forced to wear it that night.

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Now I ask you how did they expect me to sleep with this on. I tried my best to paw it off. I whimpered, whined , paced the floor and pawed at their bed. But Mr. C was firm. The cone would remain for the night. I guess Mrs. S had enough of my antics. In the middle of the night she slammed the door and went somewhere else to sleep. I was exhausted myself the next day with little sleep too. After two nights of cone wearing Mr. C had enough and told me I did not have to wear it. Hallelujah!

On day 10 we made a return visit to the vet. The good news is I lost another pound but there is some bad news. I had hoped Mr. C and Dr. Steve wouldn’t notice what I did. When they went to look at my stitches for removal they did not realize I had already taken care of it. I had been left unattended the day before and  just couldn’t help myself with excessive licking.  Besides I thought I’d save Mr. C a return trip to the vet and some money. There were not amused. Dr. Steve rewrapped my leg again with a little white sock.

Later in the day we made a trip to Sadie’s house. I met Gunner and Joey there for a birthday party. We all waited patiently for our promised treats since none of us wanted cake.

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These past two weeks have been stressful even though I like being off leash. Sadie’s owner cheered me up. She let me use Sadie’s orthopedic memory foam bed that I so like. I fell sound asleep. I even was too tired to finish my rawhide bone and missed some of the party.

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But that was last night and today I’m in trouble again. During the night I worked real hard to chew a hole in my sock so I could reach my leg to lick.  Now I’m worried Mr. C will make me wear the dreaded cone of shame tonight.

Love, Bella

 

It’s A Wrap

It’s a wrap but not what you think. It’s my leg wrap from surgery. So what do you think of the color? I’ve been getting lots of attention from everyone who want to know what ‘s wrong with my leg.

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But maybe I should start at the beginning. This past week I had surgery to remove a tumor off my back leg. I was a bit worried about it all especially the part about missing a meal. Lucky for me the night before my neighbor came to my rescue. She dropped off what Mrs.  S called a presurgery gift. And it was  my favorite snack.

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The large milkbone was perfect for an evening snack so missing breakfast didn’t seem so bad. Though I did check my bowl just in casejoannestrawberrysalad 032

My weigh in was good-same as a few weeks ago.

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Dr. Steve’s assistant checked me all over.  I was really good and stood very still.  Then I got the okay for surgery but I was nervous. My tail was between my legs. Mrs. S  seemed real sad to leave. I wished I could have gone with her.  After that I did not remember a thing. Later when Dr. Steve showed Mr. C and Mrs. S surgery pictures I had to close my eyes. The pictures looked bad to me. But the good news is I am alive and the tumor was benign whatever that means. Dr. Steve even wrote  fantastic on one of the papers for my test results.

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Now I have six stitches and good as new as they say. Guess I  did not listen to this part Mrs. S read from the sheet on our ride home…for the next 7 days restrict activity and do not encourage playing. Please keep her inside the next day or two to monitor her recovery. Please feed Bella half her regular ration of food this evening. 

Well let me tell you I wasted no time when we got back home. I headed straight for my food bowl. I did not lose my appetite!

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And stay inside, I think not. Mr. C and Mrs. S seemed to lose their patience with  me the next first few days. I wasn’t tired with all this resting stuff I was supposed to do.  So every night starting around 2:00 AM I’d wake them up. I wanted to go out to either check on wildlife, pee, poop, or just sit in the grass tethered up to stare out into the night sky and woods. One morning around 5:00 AM Mrs. S accidentally locked us outside. We had a hard time waking Mr. C up to open the door. Mrs. S blames me.

It’s been 6 days now and I am counting the hours and minutes until Wednesday when I can be off leash and back to all my normal stuff. I think Mr. C and Mrs. S are also counting. It’s hard to do much exploring when I have to stay leashed and on the road.

Check this photo out. It’s my latest woodland find from a presurgery day. 

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Love, Bella

 

First Ride of the Season

 

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I needed to be up front keeping a close eye on Mr. C ‘s driving. I wanted to make sure he wouldn’t miss the turn to Sadie’s house. I’ve been waiting what seemed like forever to pick up our boat. I didn’t care if it was cold and windy, I just wanted a boat ride.

But, instead of a ride, I had to sit out part of the afternoon behind bars with Sadie.

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Seems Mr. C was busy helping Sadie’s owner put in a tree. Guess they thought we’d be in the way. But you’d think they would have asked for my help. After all I’m really good at digging holes. In fact, I just finished redigging my hole for the season now that it’s stopped raining.

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Sadie and I were bored watching all the action wishing we were out instead of in. I think Sadie got tired of my boat stories, and hearing about the milkbone treat I get each time we take  a ride. Sadie never gets milkbone treats on her boat rides. But I was patient listening to her duck boat and hunting stories. Sadie has also been banned from fishing trips for her behavior just like me. Seems our owners think we make way too much noise barking at birds and scaring the fish away.

When we got to the boat launch I was FIRST on board.

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But Mr. C did not seem to be in top form as he forgot my usual milkbone treat. I guess after six months of no boating, he forgot the important stuff.

Our ride back home was really windy. My ears flapped in the breeze. But I only barked once at two loons. They  dove quickly under the water to escape me. But really, I was just letting them know Bella was back. We did not see any other boats on the lake. Maybe they are all waiting for a warmer spring day.

Love, Bella

P.S. I’ve had trouble sleeping lately as I’m worried about all this surgery stuff on Wed. And then I heard talk of no breakfast, my favorite meal. Doesn’t seem fair.