Case in point. A small dog in a big box sounds great. Makes for a great picture. Causes problems when at some point in the middle of the night the small dog decides to quietly barf up her dinner. Add to that a 6 gallon "accident" (one side effect of morphine is apparently an insatiable thirst), and the nice big box quickly becomes a nice big soggy box. Ugh.
So instead of Feo being in a cozy homemade "crate" all day long, she was in the cat bed on the floor with a towel for a blanket (everything else was covered in barf).
As you can see, she is not at all happy with that set-up, though my dad tells me that she stayed that way all day. He took her out a couple times to do her biz, but other that that she just slept the majority of the day.
That was good as it actually gave me a chance to play off of Les's genius. Feo is a small dog. A small dog is like a baby. A baby playpen would make the perfect crate!
It just so happens that a bit down the the road from work is a used baby store. They were all out of used babies, but they did have a nice used Graco Pack 'n' Play (aka juvenile detention center). PERFECT size for Feo. Plus, it's got the mesh sides so she can see out. Double plus, it's designed for easy cleaning (toddlers are not known for their cleanliness), a must after last night (hence the double plus).
She seems to really enjoy being able to see out the sides, and now that we've switched her from morphine to Tramadol and Rimadyl you can almost see her sparkle in the eye again. Almost.
Needless to say, Hobbes and Boogs are quite pleased to know that Feo will be spending the majority of February in her new "crate."
1 comment:
Great series of pics of Feo. She certainly looks to be doing better than that first day home.
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