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Misha went non-stop from Christmas Eve morning until 10pm on Christmas night.  Though, she’s a lively pup, she was completely zonked out the day after Christmas.  All she wanted to do was sleep with her new toys.

She crawled under her paw print blanket at 9am.  When I came to see if she wanted to play at 10am, this is the look I got…

She immediately crawled back into her cave, where she stayed for another hour.  That’s one pooped pup!

Misha got to experience her first Christmas with the family.  I’m pretty sure she knew something was up!  She was excited all day Christmas Eve.

We took her my sister’s house for a small get together.  She explored the tree and the gifts.  She attacked all the guests and got payback when the cat came out and swatted her square on the nose.

She got a new stuffed animal.  Though, she is more enamored of the cloth ribbon that was around his neck than any of her new toys.

Christmas morning, she participated in the festivities.  She thought all the noise was a bit unnerving.  But, she loved trying to open people’s presents before they got a chance to take the paper off.

She was pretty tired after everyone left after breakfast, but there was still more partying to be done.  In the afternoon, we went to my brother’s house for dinner.  She met some new dogs.  I don’t think it went well as she was very intimidated.  One was a 3 month old puppy and Misha did not care for all that barking in her face.

She got to see alot of new sights.  She heard alot of new sounds (some, like my nephew’s drums, scared the dookies out of her).  And, I’m fairly sure she enjoyed all the smells coming from the kitchen.

Here is Misha with one of her new toys.  I think it’s twice her size. LOL

Merry Christmas from Misha!

Today was the day that Misha gets out of the hood.  It may have been the worse day yet–for me, not her.

She started the morning by eating breakfast.  Then when I turned my back, she threw it all up.  I hadn’t planned on taking her hood off before I had my breakfast, but there was no choice unless I was going to tie her to my back while I cleaned the play pen.

With the blanket in the washer, she was in the play pen for the first time in almost two weeks hood free.  She licked but did not concentrate on the wound.  I think she was reassociating herself with her body parts.  LOL

After breakfast, I let her go free.  She did her best wild party dance running from room to room as if she hadn’t seen the house in weeks.  Then she did something she has never done.  She squatted to poop in my bedroom!  I rushed her out, but found two presents that landed before we made it to the door.

We played then took a walk.  At lunchtime, I put her in the play pen.  I got her food and was ready to get her when I realized she peed…on the same blanket I had just taken out of the dryer.  I swear, that’s the cleanest blanket in the house!

Finally she got her lunch, the play pen was clean again, and I was off to do some chores.  All of this before noon!

Misha was due for her one week check up today.  The first order of business was to figure out how to get her into the car without causing a mid-road collision.  She wouldn’t fit in the crate and there was no other way to secure her.

I decided the best way was on my lap where I could make sure she didn’t attack the driver.  She was a very good passenger.  She stood up to the window to catch all the scenes going by, then she laid down in my lap and rested.

The Vet visit was short and sweet.  The technician took Misha into the back and then they were done.  Her incision was healing very well.  I am told this is unsusual for small active dogs since the owners have a rough time keeping them calm.

So, she is healing very well.  She’ll be off her meds on the 12th and then out of the hood on the 15th.

Life in the hood isn’t always fun.  First, Misha got her jaw stuck in the hood while trying to get a toy.  That really didn’t help matters.  Then, I there was the day I decided to give her a break…big mistake.

She decided she preferred life outside the hood.  Once it was off, there was no way that hood was getting near her.  After making alot of attempt, I quit in frustration.  I let her be and she immediately when for the her wound.  I only hoped that once she took the sedative, I could slip it on.

So after lunch, I gave her the sedative and waited.  I walked her around the block, around the porch, and around the house.  Soon, I had a drowsy eyed, calm puppy in my arms.  I easily slipped the hood over her head–no problem at all.

She’s keeping the sucker on!  There’s no way I’m doing this multiple times a day.

Last night, Misha came home after being spayed.  I really didn’t expect to have many problems as she is a fairly good natured dog.  Was I ever wrong!

Misha woke up in the play pen instead of her crate which seemed to put her into instantaneous panic mood.  I could picture her thinking “What the frig is this thing around my neck and why were is my favorite blanket???”

She ate just fine, but giving her the medication was a nightmare.  She took the pill with alot of peanut butter.  The syringe filled with Metacam?  No way!  She freaked out, growled, snarled, tried to flee.  It wasn’t a very good start.  I ended up squirting it into my hand and letting her lap it up.

After an hour or so more of whining, I called the Vets.  The prescribed a sedative since she seemed to be going through anxiety of some sort.

The next day was so much easier.  The sedative calmed her down alot.  She wasn’t as afraid of the hood.  And forget squirting the syringe into her mouth.  I did it into my hand and she licked it up like soda.

I was happy to finally see her calm.  It was going to be a rough recovery if she was freaked out the entire time.