Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

The Good, Crazy, & Adorable Life of One Havachon Puppy

Princess Daisy, or, How Surgery Spoiled This Dog

We think Daisy has become a Princess Puppy – she disagrees.
We say that surgery spoiled her, she says it didn’t.
She thinks she’s entitled to a softer life of entitlement because of all she’s been through.
We say it’s time she stands on her own 3-soon-to-become-4 paws and start acting like a dog again.

So we’re taking our case to the most fair court in the world – the Court of Blogging Buddies.

You, our blogging friends, are our judge and jury. We are officially filing our case with you.


FAMILY – Plaintiff



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“Family”, both individually and combined, claimants herein, hereby file this claim against the above-named defendant and in support thereof states as follows:

1. Daisy had to be given medication 3 times a day, camouflaged in pureed beef baby food, peanut butter, or cream cheese. This spoiled her into refusing to eat her kibble unless it was mixed with pureed beef baby food or rice.

2. Daisy couldn’t sit upright or stand for several days, so we had to feed her little amounts at a time of said kibble/baby food combination on a spoon and give her water her favorite way – via the guinea pig water bottle. This resulted in her refusing water in a bowl now that she’s sitting and standing up and refusing food unless it’s hand-fed to her.

3. Daisy couldn’t go potty on her own, so we had to carry her over to a wee-wee pad and support her back end so she could go. We never knew when she needed to go, so we took her several times a day, resulting in many sore backs. The result – now that we can walk her on a leash around the house, she drops and pees whenever and wherever she wants, despite the fact that we still put her on the wee-wee pad throughout the day AND we have wee-wee pads placed at strategic locations on her “walking path”. And she pees up a LAKE.

THEREFORE, we ask our blogging judges to rule – has surgery spoiled our Daisy and turned her into a Puppy Princess?

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I beseech you....

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I beseech you….


Turning The Corner?

I don’t want to speak too soon, but I believe we’re seeing some bits of improvement here!

Daisy’s whining is down to minimal amounts. We actually slept last night!
She’s learning to hobble on three legs in order to re-position herself on the couch.
She’s able to lie on her injured side, which she wasn’t able to put pressure on before. This allows her to find more comfortable positions.
Her eyes are less bloodshot.
The leg is less red, and the redness is confined to the incision area.
Not to be crude, but she finally went to the bathroom! (She also threw up, but I’m not surprised after not eating and taking all those meds.)
She’s acting more interested in what’s going on around her and is reacting to sounds again.

When I think about it, I realize we were actually blessed by having only one really rough day and night; other small dogs experience longer periods of severe pain, like our vet’s poor dog did. Yesterday I’d never have expected this much of a positive change.

Daisy's more upright and looking brighter today - compare that to yesterday's pitiful puppy!

Daisy’s more upright and looking brighter today – compare that to yesterday’s pitiful puppy!

We’re also extremely blessed with a wonderful, caring community of blogging friends who have been so caring, sympathetic, and attentive. I think all your positive thoughts and prayers helped! We thank everyone for their kind wishes, prayers and positive suggestions – you guys are the BEST community I could ever want. It gave me great comfort to read your comments throughout the day, as I sat here hour after hour feeling so helpless, worried, and occasionally weepy all day yesterday. Watching a loved one struggling with pain, confusion, fear, and discomfort is one of the hardest things to endure, especially when you can’t communicate to them what’s happening, why, what not to do, and that it will pass in time.

I know we have a long struggle ahead, but unless Daisy re-injures herself (NOOOOOO!!), I feel like the worst is behind us. Thank you so much for being there for us.



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