Clifford seems to be doing well. Hopefully those inner stitches are holding. He’s his own worst enemy. I’m writing this while he slowly heads off to the dream realm. It’s been a hell of a day. It started off with Clifford chewing off a piece of his pee pad. I was taking a minute to myself to pee. Heaven forbid! I caught him just in time. I had to shove my hand into the back of his mouth and fetch the piece of pee pad that he was about to swallow. If this was the only thing that happened today, that would have been enough! Oh no! Let’s see how much more Laura can take.
Clifford began playing and could not get him to calm down. I put a call into the vet and he agreed he needs three doses of Trazodone. Thank God. So at his afternoon feeding, he got his second dose as he was wanting to play as puppies do. He can’t do that yet. He needs time for his wounds to heal. I head over to the dishwasher and start putting away the clean dishes when crash! My kitchen shelf fell and glass went everywhere! Luckily Clifford retreated to the living room. I grabbed the baby gate and closed him off from the kitchen. I had just unloaded one load of dishes and now the contents of cabinet needed washing. I had already cleaned and changed sheets on air mattress where we are hanging during his recovery. I had already cleaned the kitchen floor. I guess I should be grateful as I was barefoot and did not cut my feet. My hands are another story.
So, Clifford is hanging out on air mattress and I clean as thoroughly and quickly as possible. I guess he felt we were apart long enough. He tried to topple himself over the baby gate. My heart has aged 20 years from that! In the crate he went! For his own protection.
I’ve had enough todaying for today! So Clifford gets three doses of Trazodone a day now. I’m calling the vet back and ask how many doses I can take! Jesus take the wheel!
The sock eating, pee pad eating, rock eating, stick eating, gate hurling, bionic (please God) puppy now sleeps.