Life’s been a bit different. I am seeing the world through pink bars.
Yes, I spend most of my days in this pink crate when at home. But thanks to this dog buggy, I get to go out more often than if not.
Mum was able to take me with her and Darcy to meetings and events.
But every time we leave or when we arrive home, it becomes a major operation.
The task of making sure I don’t do my spins and run up or down the stairs while trying to manoeuvre the buggy up a few steps is quite a chore.
She stores the buggy down the stairs in the hallway – which we’re not supposed to due to fire regulations. At this point, she is pushing her luck – until she’s told off. Sorry, Mum.
After every outing, by the time we clamber up two flights of stairs, everyone’s knackered. Mum decides that we all need a rest and she let’s me stay with her on the bed.
This is what I miss most of all – sleeping on the bed with Mum. She knows I have this crazy routine of jumping on and off the bed at bedtime. She absolutely cannot risk me doing that in the night. So these short moments of us lying in bed together is a treat for now.
It’s been ten days since my operation – it feels like an awfully long time to be crated.
There’s also a lot of pink to deal with including my wound – which I somehow manage to lick even with a cone on! I know I am driving Mum a bit crazy at the moment. But we’re in this together.
George weighs about 6kg but after a few minutes, that 6kg feels like 10kg!
Not having a back garden to let him out on a leash means I have to walk down two flights of stairs and out the courtyard. And having to also handle Darcy with the other hand, he becomes quite a handful. So afraid of dropping him. So, as inconvenient as it is to have to lug the buggy up and down the few steps, having that option makes it possible for us to get around.
And I soon learn that not all places are easily accessible with a buggy. But I have also met a lot of willing people who would help me with the steps. What a learning experience in so many ways.
The first week home – I am not sure I had been as strict as I should be. The first couple of days I thought – yes, he can walk around at home – NO!!!! Actually George ran down the hall from the bedroom to the kitchen in excitement for his meals. I had not realised that. And though he would lie right next to me when I am sitting, if I leave to go to the bathroom, he would come running after me! NO!!!! I am a bit concerned if those few days of his running around at home could have caused any damage to his healing.
The good thing is that he has quickly learnt the routine. The first two nights were difficult. When George saw me getting into bed and he was in the crate, he cried for a long time. The second night he cried and he barked in protest. But by the third night, he knew the routine. And now he settles into his crate nicely. When he needs to go out, he lets me know.
He still gets very anxious when he hears me getting ready to leave – afraid that I would leave him. If I should leave with Darcy without him, he gets very upset. So that’s why the buggy is such a god-sent and I take him with me whenever I can.
One week down and seven more to go. 🙁