My Dog is an Asshole
My dog, Crash, had surgery this week. He had a total hip replacement for severe hip dysplasia. The recovery from this surgery is extensive. He is only allowed outside of his crate 3-4 times a day for about five minutes at a time to relieve himself outside. He is not allowed to go up stairs and he has to wear a cone so that he doesn't lick his incision site. I feel that my dog was listening at the vet's office when I received these instructions and he decided to make it a personal challenge to do everything he is not supposed to do.
He had surgery on Tuesday, stayed overnight, and I brought him home Wednesday. I was told he'd be pretty drugged up for the first few weeks and would sleep most of the time.
LIARS!
Wednesday went pretty well, lots to do to get ready for our routine. I set Crash up in a puppy playpen which is like a tent crate. I thought this would work for the first week or so while Crash's energy is lower. He seemed to settle nicely.
On Thursday, I started off optimistic - ready to face the day. I left Crash in his dog playpen and went to walk my other dog, Storm. We were gone maybe 45 minutes. When I returned, Crash had broken out of his dog playpen, knocked it over onto its side, and he had pooped all over the house - upstairs, downstairs, all around. And he stepped in it along the way so there were puppy poopy dog prints leaving a trail of his mass frenzy throughout the house. Yes, he went up and down the stairs. Yes, he jumped up on the couch. Yes, he walked more than five minutes. Check, check, check.
On Friday, I started over. I cleaned up the mess the night before and pulled out the more durable Kong dog crate. If he is able to escape that thing then I might as well give up. I also purchased some sausage, cooked it up, and put his many pills inside - solving another stubborn problem of him not taking his medicine. Friday and Saturday went well comparatively. He wants to chase rabbits when we go outside and will not go to the bathroom causing me great frustration. But overall, it was better. I'll take the win.
Now I know he was just gearing up for today, when he would harness all of his energy to push me straight over the edge.
Throughout the morning, Crash would sit, stare, and whine at me - all the time. When we go out, he wants to run and chase the rabbits. What he does not want to do is go to the bathroom. I left him alone again for about an hour to walk Storm and in that time he found a way around his dog cone on his head and pulled out a bunch of his stitches. The wound isn't open but the stitches are gone. SO I had to load him in my car (couldn't leave him alone again) and drive to Petsmart to get a new cone. When we got home, I lifted him out of the car and he bolted through the dog door, down a flight of steps, and into the backyard. I caught him and walked him into the house only for him to squirm out of my grasp and run upstairs to my bedroom. Meanwhile Storm is super excited to have his friend back so I have to fight to get ahold of Crash, keep him from injuring himself further, and muscle him back into the crate.
Stubborn Ass.
Did I mention that I need to continue doing this for another six weeks?
He had surgery on Tuesday, stayed overnight, and I brought him home Wednesday. I was told he'd be pretty drugged up for the first few weeks and would sleep most of the time.
LIARS!
Wednesday went pretty well, lots to do to get ready for our routine. I set Crash up in a puppy playpen which is like a tent crate. I thought this would work for the first week or so while Crash's energy is lower. He seemed to settle nicely.
On Thursday, I started off optimistic - ready to face the day. I left Crash in his dog playpen and went to walk my other dog, Storm. We were gone maybe 45 minutes. When I returned, Crash had broken out of his dog playpen, knocked it over onto its side, and he had pooped all over the house - upstairs, downstairs, all around. And he stepped in it along the way so there were puppy poopy dog prints leaving a trail of his mass frenzy throughout the house. Yes, he went up and down the stairs. Yes, he jumped up on the couch. Yes, he walked more than five minutes. Check, check, check.
On Friday, I started over. I cleaned up the mess the night before and pulled out the more durable Kong dog crate. If he is able to escape that thing then I might as well give up. I also purchased some sausage, cooked it up, and put his many pills inside - solving another stubborn problem of him not taking his medicine. Friday and Saturday went well comparatively. He wants to chase rabbits when we go outside and will not go to the bathroom causing me great frustration. But overall, it was better. I'll take the win.
Now I know he was just gearing up for today, when he would harness all of his energy to push me straight over the edge.
Throughout the morning, Crash would sit, stare, and whine at me - all the time. When we go out, he wants to run and chase the rabbits. What he does not want to do is go to the bathroom. I left him alone again for about an hour to walk Storm and in that time he found a way around his dog cone on his head and pulled out a bunch of his stitches. The wound isn't open but the stitches are gone. SO I had to load him in my car (couldn't leave him alone again) and drive to Petsmart to get a new cone. When we got home, I lifted him out of the car and he bolted through the dog door, down a flight of steps, and into the backyard. I caught him and walked him into the house only for him to squirm out of my grasp and run upstairs to my bedroom. Meanwhile Storm is super excited to have his friend back so I have to fight to get ahold of Crash, keep him from injuring himself further, and muscle him back into the crate.
Stubborn Ass.
Did I mention that I need to continue doing this for another six weeks?
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