Sixteen hours after coming home, Lucy has not managed to get herself into any trouble (perhaps because I am watching her like a hawk).It's always fun to play the game of which dog goes with which person. Last night at the vet, a cranky bulldog was paired up with a young, spiky-haired guy while a sweet little floppy-eared dog went home with the most quiet, lackadaisical man I've ever seen. (The technician told this guy that the floppy-eared dog was their "favorite patient"--funny, they did not say the same about our energetic Lucy.)
In fact, our technician told us one of the signs to watch out for and call immediately about was depression or not wanting to do anything. She paused and then said, "especially with Lucy"...as if to say, if she is not bouncing off the walls, be concerned. It seems that Lucy made her presence known.
Lucy had a great time last night reacquainting herself with the house, running from one room to another. Even though they said she hadn't been drinking at the hospital and probably wouldn't be thirsty, she downed two huge bowls of water when we got home. Things are back to normal, whatever that is.
I'm lucky enough to be able to work from home today on a few big projects to make sure she's not reacting weird to any of her medicines, but so far, all is well!
1 comment:
how come sometimes it is harder to see a sick animal than a sick person?
Go glad she is home and ok!
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