So first Maggie; the lipoma on her belly turned out to be a hernia, but now it’s repaired and she’s healing great so far. Our biggest issue is limiting her activity as she thinks she’s just fine. She is being very good about wearing the shirts I have for her to keep her from annoying the wound. One story; for two nights, I had her sleep on the floor by me so I could watch her. I didn’t get much sleep because I reacted to every sigh. So the third night I put her in her onsie (a shirt with snaps to keep her from getting to the wound) and told her to go in her kennel. She did that willingly, but I didn’t want to be too far away from her so I slept in the guest room. I shut the door but figured I’d hear her.
I didn’t hear something about 4:30 a.m. but it wasn’t crying or barking, it was movement in the house. I told myself I was dreaming or Wizard was up early and tried to go back to sleep.
Twenty minutes later, Wizard opened the door and told me Maggie got out of her kennel. Maggie bounded in, soooo proud of herself! Since the closed door prevented her from seeing me, she happily woke up Wizard. The first time he pet her, turned over and went back to sleep, thinking I was up. But she woke him again and he knew something was up.
Long story short, I didn’t latch the kennel right, and she must have turned around in her kennel and inadvertently pushed the door open. This isn’t really a surprise as I had noticed it didn’t really catch, but I thought it was partly latched and didn’t worry. I was obviously really tired.
Anyhow, Maggie thought she was an amazing magician for this incredible feat of escaping her kennel, LOL. I’ll make sure a latch catches tonight, only because we want her to sleep as much as she can and she rests better in her kennel.
Otherwise the weekend was fairly quiet. We bought and planted four plants (limiting it to be careful of Wizards back, which is improving steadily!). Saturday night we went to a neighbors to celebrate their sons high school graduation. We only stayed an hour as we aren’t leaving Maggie alone for long stretches until we know the stitches are healed enough to keep her from opening them, but we had a great time. And twice I went out for long walks without Maggie. I feel weird and guilty doing it, but I do take Maggie out front on a leash or slow-walk a few houses down to the mailbox before I go. I’m reading a non-fiction book that would probably bore you all since it’s by a gastroenterologist, but I’m consistently and slowly trying to teach my stomach to handle a bigger variety of foods. To stay on track, I do a mind-numbing amount of research. On the lighter side, I’m listening to a book by Darynda Jones, it’s the third book in a trilogy (or is it a series?) — A HARD DAY FOR A HANGOVER. I’d listened to to the first two books a year or two ago and forgot about the third I’m enjoying it.
How was your weekend?