The other night towards bedtime, J commented that he'd caught himself looking for Ishka throughout the day, and it was weird not having her around. She was spending the night at the vet clinic recovering from her second TPLO surgery this year. Yes, the ACL in her right knee, that first forced J to drop her during the 2012 racing season, had finally gotten to the point where the vets felt it was worth putting her through a surgical repair.
J dropped Ishka off at the vet clinic on Thursday morning and we had a phone call from the vet on Thursday afternoon to tell us that the surgery had gone well. That was a relief, but not a surprise, as we knew she was in good hands. Actually, it was a good day to spend at an air conditioned vet clinic - the rest of us were suffering through a 40 degree day - not normal, even for summer, in Melbourne!
On Friday, I finished up at work for the year, and drove down to collect Ishka mid afternoon. Poor thing with her shaved leg and stitches, so happy to see me! After lots of kisses from Ishka and instructions from the vet, we were ready to run the gauntlet of the vet clinic waiting room and head home. (And yes, there was another small dog on a loose lead in the waiting room, and Ishka was very keen to chase it down, even on three legs. The prey drive is strong with this one!)
Once we got home, I settled Ishka in the big C crate. She needs to spend as much time as possible resting for the first few weeks, so she's officially on Crate Rest for the next little while. It's big enough that she can stand up, lie down completely stretched out and turn around without bending. She's not happy about having a whole 2m between her and J on the couch, so a couple of times he's stretched out on the floor with his head and shoulders in the C crate with her. The rest of the time she switches between staring reproachfully at us, whining, and snoozing when she's exhausted with whining.
When I first let the boys inside, they were keen to sniff her, and all the strange smells she'd brought home from the vet clinic. I wasn't too fussed, since she was safely inside the C crate, but she still made a point of telling them they were NOT welcome to come closer. Poor thing was feeling sore and harassed. I served up some dinner and another round of anti inflammatories and anti biotics (Frankie: me too! Me too!) and she wolfed them down quickly.
Last night we were back to six in the bedroom, with Ishka in her spot by J's pillow. All the dogs seemed to be settled, and the boys paid no attention to Ishka hopping around on three legs. Fingers crossed that her recovery continues smoothly.