Little Dog in a Big World

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As Misha approached 7 months old, I had to seriously think about getting her spayed.  As much as I enjoy having a puppy, a litter of them is just way too much to even think about.  I’m such a sucker.  I wouldn’t be able to give any away.

So Thursday was Misha’s day.  We were up at the crack of dawn to get her to the veterinarian office by 7:30 am.  Boy, was she mad that her food bowl was empty!

I got a phone call at noon.  Everything went fine.

At 5pm, we went to pick her up.  My poor little puppy looked like she’d been through the wringer.  She stood in her travel bag with her hood of shame as if paralyzed.

At home, she sunk into her blankets in the playpen and whined…and whined…and whined…Nothing seemed to console her.  She finally nodded off an hour later.

She ate some food and took her first pain pill.  Then went back to sleep.  Around 10pm, she began to whine again.  I sat with her and pet her, keeping her calm.  She didn’t calm down until after midnight when she dozed off.

She got through the night okay with a couple of whimpers.  At least, that day is over.

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.