Under The Knife

Speaking of the "Aggressive Weiner," otherwise known as Daphne, she recently put us through a scare. That concern, along with several days of fret by me and Sexy Lady, finally led to surgery, a few days of recuperation, to today. The new and improved Daphne!

On the day of her surgery, later that night I went over to visit. It was then that I told Sexy Lady and a friend, Joy, that I would never get another monster. That there was no way I could ever handle or would desire going through those heavy emotions again. It tore me up just worrying about the D-dog.

Boom!!! The monster walked on up and got in just a week later. Crazy. Life really is crazy. It changes in an instant.

As for the details, Daph came to stay with me beginning July 3. By that weekend, I knew something was wrong. The rejection of a McDonald's hamburger certainly was a hint. However, Charlie also was visiting so I just wasn't certain. She still was full of excitement if a walk or car ride was involved, which made it a little confusing. But all else was unusual. Her appetite and demeanor were so very not Daphne.

After a few visits to the vet, it was determind that her girl parts likely were infected. We weren't 100 percent sure, but felt it was the right diagnosis. Decided to operate and yank out anything bad. While under and sleeping soundly, it also was discovered that she had a bad molar.

One could tell that she was pretty groggy post-surgery and just not certain what was happening or had happened to her. But then within a day or so it was magical. She was dandy! Now, she's even eating dog food and likes it. Not just surviving on treats. And in an instant, her quality of life improved.