Day 3 – the day of The Incident. Not anything bad for Daisy, just for us. You’ll read about it and see pics at the end of the journal.
There was a big positive change overnight – Daisy slept through the night – that’s a BIG difference! And today (Wednesday) during the day, we didn’t have to put on any of the music that calms her and makes her fall asleep. Yesterday and Monday we played that music almost endlessly because she was whining so much and seemed so uncomfortable. BIG forward movement!
And one more big positive thing – she peed on her own this morning! Granted, she peed all over herself and the crate bed while she was lying down, but who cares! We didn’t have to try to express her again, and that’s all that matters. She HATED that. We were about fifteen minutes from trying to express her when DD looked in her crate and saw darkness on the fleece blanket – hurrah! We removed the bedding and while DD cleaned Daisy up on a clean wee wee pad, I changed her bedding.
We got the idea of how to set up Daisy’s bedding from a wonderfully helpful site called Dodgerslist.com. He’s a vet who owns rescue dachshunds, so he’s very experienced with dogs’ back issues and surgeries. Daisy’s bedding consists of a piece of memory foam cut to the size of the crate floor – this is wrapped securely in a trash bag. On top of the trash bag is a wee wee pad, and wrapped around that is a doubled-over fleece blanket, firmly taped to the underside of the crate floor.
The fleece blanket had a nice little wet patch, but when I unwrapped it, I was thrilled to discover that the entire big wee wee pad was completely soaked and heavy! What a relief! We praised her like crazy so hopefully she’ll keep going on her own.
The left rear leg is still dragging. It’s really pathetic to watch her trying to shift herself around in the crate, dragging that leg that’s twisting underneath her. She manages, but it just breaks my heart. To see a formerly functional leg dragging like this is tough on a softie like me. I keep wanting to run over and help her, but the surgeon said definitively not to. ::sigh::
Daisy’s appetite is still quite diminished, but that was to be expected. We don’t want to overfeed her because of her lack of activity and the peanut butter that she’s getting with her meds. The surgeon said the worst thing would be if she gained weight right now. And since she hadn’t been eating much in the hospital, we also didn’t want to shock her shrunken stomach with too much food or make her vomit; I imagine that would be extremely painful after spinal surgery. So we feed her 10-20 pieces of kibble 2-3 times a day, depending on what she’ll tolerate. We keep checking to make sure we can’t feel her ribs too prominently or any other signs of too much weight loss. So far so good.
We’re managing with the Tramadol through the method I talked about in Day 2, but we’re keeping all of your wonderful suggestions in our back pocket in case this eventually fails.
The incision is looking good.
So here’s the story of The Incident.
We have moved our computers into the family room on folding tables so we can be with Daisy while we work. Everything in the room has been shifted so her crate is in the middle with plenty of room for us to access it and soft ramps we built leading to her doors. (We couldn’t care less what a wreck it looks like, we’d do anything for our sweet girl!)
Now that you have the picture…
DD was maneuvering Daisy out of her crate after her heroic pee. Poor Daisy was afraid she was going to be expressed again and wasn’t making it easy. Once she got her limp leg clear of the crate, DD moved quickly backward in a crouched position and slammed into a folding table behind her – that just happened to have my full cup of coffee on it – very black coffee. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you the result:
What the heck, after all this is over, that carpet is getting shampooed anyway!