If monetary rewards were issued every time I uttered the words “don’t jump” over the last 48+ hours – I would be financially secure right about now.
Jaxson was neutered Friday. There were no complications and he woke up with that same goofy smile and happy disposition. #grateful
When it was time to bring him home, I sat with Johnna (vet tech) as she reviewed his “post surgical home care instructions” with me. She covered three sections.
The first two seemed really easy to comply to –
- MEDICATION – ✔︎
- FOOD & WATER – ✔︎
But that third one #saywhat?
- EXERCISE – 🚫
What in the doodle! –
no running, jumping or free access to stairs for 7 – 10 days?
For a brief moment I actually thought about asking them to keep him. Talk about an impossible feat. I felt doomed before I started.
There’s a reason I call Jax the “maniac.” He doesn’t walk or climb. He runs, hops and jumps everywhere and for everything.
Our forecast promises gorgeous weather for the next 7-8 days. Clear blue skies, low humidity and average normal temps for this time of year.
Yet they’re asking me to:
- keep him on a leash
- don’t let him run around the yard
- no racing up and down the stairs
- and no doodle romps with Harley OR Finley from next door #shootmenow
The hospital staff watched with empathic faces as he pulled me through the doorway towards the car. I glanced back at them with a crooked smile, trembling lips and eyes that begged “help me.”
promised lied and said he’d be groggy and sleepy Friday evening. #not
By Saturday afternoon each sentence I used had the phrase “don’t jump” in it. I’m talking EVERY conversation. Whether it was about Jax or not.
For example. I’m on the phone –
Hi, yeah, I can’t wait either JAX – DON’T JUMP I’m excited about the bridal shower too!
Or, I’m talking to my husband –
Honey, do you want JAX – DON’T JUMP any bacon for breakfast?
Even Harley has had to learn my new language –
Harley do you want JAX – DON’T JUMP to go potty?
By Sunday I was trying different languages:
- No Saltes (Spanish)
- Ne Pas Sauter (French)
- Wala Kuruka (Swahili) #byanymeansneccesary
It’s difficult to contain Jax on a leash and we’re not used to spending ALL day indoors.
With Harley’s help I created an outdoor cell for Jax so we could at least have a change of scenery. I placed an old puppy gate up against the stairs to our deck.
It’s not “quite” wide enough to lean securely against the rails, so I placed Harley on guard duty. His only job was to alert me when Jax got too close to the gate…
He did an excellent job.
When the neighbor came to visit, Harley clung to her for dear life. You would have thought I’d had him in solitary confinement…
Jax was “all over her” but by then I’d given up – I just couldn’t say those two little nasty words again – I just couldn’t…
He broke my heart when he cried for Finley. He watched her and whimpered as she ran around her yard…
I’ve got to keep this routine going for at least another 4 days. But please know he’s doing just fine…
It’s me who’s going to loose her mind #doodlenuts