It feels like Doug has been on lockdown for eternity. I’m sure it feels even longer for him. I was looking for a photo yesterday and realized that he had his first surgery back in April. It’s almost September. The earth has not shaken from Doug zoomies in almost five months.
Set me free woman.
This go around is going pretty good. I think there is just a general depression and acceptance by both of us that it will suck until it doesn’t. The meds combo seems to be helping Doug stay calm. When I say he stays calm, what I mean is, when in his jail cell he has not yet tried to run zoomies or stand on his two frankenlegs only. He will stare directly into my soul and bark for a long time, but he does it while sitting so that’s good. But when I go to let him out, trust me, home boy tries to run. In the yard he will let me get a few steps ahead of him (he’s on leash) and then he will run for five steps just because he can.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
The death stares are fewer and have turned into more of a plea to his captor to stop taking him in for surgeries.
A softer side of the death stare. Using only side-eye.
Brothers, why is she addicted to surgery?
No seriously, stop taking me places where I go to sleep and wake up with another frankenleg.
We joined an AMAZING support group on Facebook for dogs with frankenlegs like Doug and it’s been really helpful for perspective and encouragement. There are a bunch of people and dogs just preparing for or coming home from surgery and there are a bunch who are at the end and have videos of their dogs running free for the first time. A reminder that the end of this will come.
It has been two weeks since Doug’s most recent surgery. It has been 14 weeks since his first surgery. Here are some updates:
We resume rehab next week. We are coming up on the original date that rehab should have been done, but now it’s almost like we are starting over. Well, it’s not almost like we are, it’s more like we actually are. Thankfully, Doug LOVES rehab. We call it Peanut Butter City.
Doug’s sutures came out today. That means NO MORE CONE! The funny part is that this go around, Doug actually loves the cone. He has mastered sleeping on his back and having his head propped up on the donut cone.
Something is going on with his old new leg (the one he had surgery on first, from here on out we will call that leg Franken-leg-one) When he walks, his hock/ankle hyperextends (to an alarming degree). The surgeon looked at it today and said it was either nothing (just the way he is compensating for Franken-leg-two) or something (I cannot tell you what he said about this part because I passed out from fear it requires surgery).
Doug’s current meds are keeping him pretty chill. I’m not a person who believes in jinxing but I am still cautious to say that too much. This go around, I have kept him strictly in the crate (not the pen) so I also think that has had something to do with him remaining calmer. He is going to graduate back to the pen this week so we shall see.
Due to the previous bullet point, my vodka consumption has been that of a normal person.
Doug has also been super snuggly this go around. Just before he tore his other ACL, and he had been jailed for 12 weeks, he was starting to be stressed. I get it, he had no idea why he was being held hostage. During that time, he had started barking at me non-stop (which was so fun and rewarding), and growling at the situation (which I mean, what is better after a long day at work than someone snarling at you?). I am trying to do everything I can to make jail time more positive.
In relation to the previous bullet point, I fit in Doug’s crate with him.
Doug almost got a sister a few weeks back. I felt like it would have been a great time since he would have only had a few more weeks of inactivity and by the time he was cleared to play, we’d be through the shutdown period of them being separated. Then his other ACL snapped…
Here are some recent pictures of my little inmate:
And here is a photo of how Franken-leg-one hyperextends:
I have never been in prison but I imagine its pretty lame. There is probably a lot of boredom mixed in with a bunch of chores, and a lot of anxiety about being shiv’d or raped. Those last two are tidbits I learned from watching too much Law & Order SVU.
Doug’s prison time is just the boredom part. He’s bored. I’m bored for him. And we have three to four more months to go. Even though WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN F’ING DONE BY NOW BUT NO, HE HAD TO BLOW OUT HIS OTHER LEG TOO.
But I digress.
The update is, boredom. His leg is healing nicely (from what I can tell). The gag factor from looking at it has gone from a 10 to about a 4. We had to put rehab on hold so that sucks. He’s still on pain meds so he is pretty chill. He was chill during this part last time too. It’s when he comes off of the meds that he is intolerable hyper and hard to implement restricted activity. That should be at some point next week when his staples come out.
Until then, it’s just a lot of staring at each other and him thinking I’m addicted to dog surgeries.
The day of surgery when he’s like ‘what the? She made me have another surgery? Thanks a lot Mommy Dearest.
Our cone game is strong. Since Doug eats them.
Gag. Gag. Gag.
A PSA from Doug: if you are going to do drugs, wear a donut.
That day I was at work and watching him on camera and thought the cone strangled Doug because he had not moved in four hours so I yelled BOO into the camera’s mic.
And in this NSFW photo you can see how nicely the other leg (the one closer to the floor) healed up and we are confident this one will too. He should only be franken legs for a few more weeks!