While Baxter is recuperating from elbow surgery he had on Thursday (you can see that his front, right paw is still wrapped up), we -- Lexie and Duchess -- decided to update his blog for him. He is doing fine, following doctor’s orders and getting lots of pampering and attention. Too much really. So enough about Baxter. We’ll tell you what we’ve been up to.
Lexie wrote: It’s been years since Baxter and I have been out of each other’s site. So Thursday morning when Cheryl carted him off to the V.E.T. I have to admit I felt a little lost. It really affected my appetite, but only for a little bit. Though his pre-op instructions prevented him from having breakfast that morning I figured Baxter would want me to eat to keep up my strength. To keep my mind off what Baxter was going through, the people gave me a ginormous bone to chew on all day. I could get used to this, I thought. I also hung out in the sunroom and took a few catnaps. Then finally around 4:30 that afternoon, Cheryl and Wes brought Bax home. I sniffed him and licked him until I was sure they brought home the right dog and that he was OK. He was a little high on pain meds and then pretty much crashed. To give him some piece and quiet, Cheryl and Wes took me to Freedom Park where Wes ran and Cheryl and I walked a whole 2 times around the park. I got a lot of catcalls regarding my lion tail. And I met this cool kid named Kevin. He told me the Spanish word for dog is “perro” for boy dogs and “perra” for girl dogs. I like Kevin. When we got back I was afraid Baxter had found my bone and was chewing on it. But he was too tired to. Being the good sister that I am, the next morning as he started feeling better I ended up giving him my bone. Cheryl praised me for it and said maybe it would keep him from chewing on his stitches. So when do we get ice cream? I thought when someone had surgery, everyone got ice cream.
Duchess wrote: The way I see it, Baxter’s surgery is nothing compared to what I went through before Christmas with my illness. Baxter was only in the doggie hospital for less than 10 hours. I had to stay for a whole week. Cheryl says Baxter is a better patient then I was as far as taking medication. I say I’m smarter. I figured out real quick the people were disguising pills in stuff like cheese and peanut butter. Baxter on the other paw just takes it from them and asks no questions. While Bax was away I wanted to take the opportunity to confide in Lexie about some stuff I’ve been going through. But she was more interested in that bone they gave her. So I’ll pour out my soul here. How long does summer last is what I want to know? My daddy the school teacher is home all day long,every day this summer. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with him. But he won’t let me sleep. Something about him wanting to tire me out so I’ll sleep through the night. So he keeps me up during the day by boogering me, teaching me silly patty cake songs and playing country music nonstop. If he doesn’t find a summer hobby and soon, I’m going to end up in the doggie psych hospital. And I vote in honor of Baxter’s recovery we all get ice cream, too.
Lexie wrote: It’s been years since Baxter and I have been out of each other’s site. So Thursday morning when Cheryl carted him off to the V.E.T. I have to admit I felt a little lost. It really affected my appetite, but only for a little bit. Though his pre-op instructions prevented him from having breakfast that morning I figured Baxter would want me to eat to keep up my strength. To keep my mind off what Baxter was going through, the people gave me a ginormous bone to chew on all day. I could get used to this, I thought. I also hung out in the sunroom and took a few catnaps. Then finally around 4:30 that afternoon, Cheryl and Wes brought Bax home. I sniffed him and licked him until I was sure they brought home the right dog and that he was OK. He was a little high on pain meds and then pretty much crashed. To give him some piece and quiet, Cheryl and Wes took me to Freedom Park where Wes ran and Cheryl and I walked a whole 2 times around the park. I got a lot of catcalls regarding my lion tail. And I met this cool kid named Kevin. He told me the Spanish word for dog is “perro” for boy dogs and “perra” for girl dogs. I like Kevin. When we got back I was afraid Baxter had found my bone and was chewing on it. But he was too tired to. Being the good sister that I am, the next morning as he started feeling better I ended up giving him my bone. Cheryl praised me for it and said maybe it would keep him from chewing on his stitches. So when do we get ice cream? I thought when someone had surgery, everyone got ice cream.
Duchess wrote: The way I see it, Baxter’s surgery is nothing compared to what I went through before Christmas with my illness. Baxter was only in the doggie hospital for less than 10 hours. I had to stay for a whole week. Cheryl says Baxter is a better patient then I was as far as taking medication. I say I’m smarter. I figured out real quick the people were disguising pills in stuff like cheese and peanut butter. Baxter on the other paw just takes it from them and asks no questions. While Bax was away I wanted to take the opportunity to confide in Lexie about some stuff I’ve been going through. But she was more interested in that bone they gave her. So I’ll pour out my soul here. How long does summer last is what I want to know? My daddy the school teacher is home all day long,every day this summer. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with him. But he won’t let me sleep. Something about him wanting to tire me out so I’ll sleep through the night. So he keeps me up during the day by boogering me, teaching me silly patty cake songs and playing country music nonstop. If he doesn’t find a summer hobby and soon, I’m going to end up in the doggie psych hospital. And I vote in honor of Baxter’s recovery we all get ice cream, too.
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