Wow, what a long strange trip THAT was! Everything was so unexpected. When we went to Dr. O's office on Monday I saw that it made Mom cry, so I decided that I did not want to go back there. I didn't understand when Mom told me Monday night that we would be going back there the next day. Why would she want to go back to a place that made her sad like that? She kept telling me that Dr. O and the surgeon Dr. Walshaw were very smart people whose whole life was helping dogs like me. I trusted Mom, because I know she always comes through for me. But then why CRY about it? Sometimes I just don't understand people.
On Tuesday morning I was so excited to go for a ride. I had a feeling we were going back to that place because Mom kept touching my leg and crying. She even took my picture. I still hoped that maybe we were going to a cross country meet to see all my friends, but I knew in my heart that was probably not the case.
I really had to pee and the nice people started coming toward me like they were going to try to help me. Please. Like I need help going outside to pee. I may be kind of a doofus, but geeze, I can do this. So I got right up and walked outside. I think they were actually amazed. I don't know what the big deal was. Sure, it was a little strange to hop a little, but when you gotta go, you gotta go, you know? So I did what needed to be done.
I sure was ready to get out of there. All these people were nice but I really didn't know them all that well and I thought that if I stayed there much longer they might decide to take another leg. No way, Jose! I heard Dr. Walshaw talking to the technician, telling her to tell Mom that it was fine to come and take me home. What a relief! I knew the car ride was far, so it was hard to wait for Mom to get there.
I heard her voice when she came in and I couldn't stop my tail. It's always such a wonderful feeling when your people leave you some place and they come back! I was so happy. I could hear them telling Mom what to do with my medicine, and they were setting more appointments for the future. (I am really not too thrilled about coming back here). When I came out to see Mom I was so happy. And so was she! And this time she wasn't crying, she was just hugging me and petting me. Dr. Walshaw and some of the technicians rushed out to meet Mom and tell her what a terrific patient I was. They even made me a bumper sticker out of a bandage and put it on my back that said "#1 Great Dane". Everyone agreed that I was the most loveable Great Dane they had ever met. One technician told Mom that before she met me, she didn't even like Great Danes (yes, it's true, I know it's hard to believe), but that in one night I had won her heart.
Don't you love my #1 Great Dane sticker? (No surprise there)
Okay, Mom, can we go home already?
Relaxing on the car ride (are you SURE you are supposed to be taking pictures while you are driving, Mom?)
"Let's make a deal, Em, you don't make 3-legged jokes, and I won't make fat jokes. Deal?"
WHY in the WORLD do you need a picture of THIS, Mom? (people are so strange sometimes)
Nothin' like a big dish of Cowboy Cookout, mmmmmmmm......!
"Check me out, I've got this Tripawd thing figured out already! Any you guys thought I was just a dumb blonde!"
Well, Mom just stuck a needle in my catheter and now I am feeling verrrryyyyy sleeeeeepppyy. I think I am just going to sprawl out here on my bed in the living room and head off to la-la land for awhile. Mmmmm...... it's so great to be back home........