Today is a weird day. It started before the sun came up.
Dad took Mom very early to the hospital. That meant I had to do some time in the crate. Mom explained everything to me, so I did not fuss or bark. Jamie was still asleep, upstairs, and I let him rest and didn’t make any noise. Eventually, he came down for breakfast and Dad came back and drove him to school. But he didn’t have Mom with him. I wasn’t let out of the crate, either, and Dad went from school straight back to the hospital. Dad brought Mom home a short time later.
Mom told me she had this little bone sticking up in her foot and that it had to be shaved down. That sounded terrible to me. But, Mom came back home the same morning, and was walking with two extra, metal legs under her arms. I noticed her large, bandaged and booted foot, and very carefully sniffed everything over (after giving her a toned-down greeting) and decided that I needed to Guard Mom again.
I’ll tell you, in secret, what is bad about all of this. It’s not the pain because she has pills for that. Mom doesn’t like to sit still! She has to wear “the boot” for three weeks, and cannot drive during all that time!
Mom is already going nuts.
She labored up the stairs with the metal legs (they told her to limit trips on the stairs for the first day) and took a nap, put on her lovely pj’s, and cleaned up. Dad was in the kitchen, so I went to the staircase and stayed two steps behind Mom the whole time until she got into bed. Then I (carefully!) jumped into bed with her, cautiously avoiding her foot. Mom told me I am her Guardian Angel in White Fur and that she loves me. Oh, she told Dad she was fond of him, too.
Mom says she is done with the hospital for a LOOOONG time after this.
I will watch over Mom and keep you posted. It’s supposed to rain all week, so I’ll be on patrol in the house.
Woof! Love, (halo showing) Maggie