Which, yes, is my dog’s shaved leg, with an ice-pack under the incision. Which should tell you what I’ve been up to lately: ice-packs, slow walks, holding sleepy dog, etc.
Now comes the hard part. Dasher thinks he’s fine. He wants to run, and play, and be a manic puppy–on three legs. Of course, his stitches and his knee bones don’t see it that way, and neither do his surgeon vets. Nor I, for that matter, but darn is it hard making a happy puppy sad all the time.
So, you know where I am. Being mean to puppies. 😦
But still–cool, isn’t it? Brindle skin, I mean? (Yes, that really is his skin.)