Physical Therapy Flop

Riley usually does well during her physical therapy.  It isn’t painful to her and she’s still really flexible and muscular.  She lets me flex and extend her leg, no problem.  She’s supposed to have it done for 10 minutes at a time…she gets a little silly after about 6 minutes and decides it’s time to roach around on her back and get a belly rub…and greet me (as if she hasn’t just been spending time with me).

No worries…she’s on a leash.  I’m sitting on it.

 Doing well!

 Oh no…here we go!  I can’t help but laugh…I will be such a bad parent if I ever have human kids!

 Now it’s time to visit with Momma…

Oh my gosh…on her hind legs!!!!!  I’m pretty sure that’s a no-no…
Even more excitement happened outside in the backyard yesterday…  It was dark (only like 5:00 yet dark as everything…sigh) and I had a flashlight in my hand and her leash.  Riley was intent on sniffing this one spot in the yard–like nose straight in the ground sniffing–and I dragged her away from it and back onto the patio where there’s a water bowl.  She hasn’t been drinking a whole lot of water, so I refresh the water outside a couple of times a day and encourage her to drink it.  She walked behind my back so I went to switch the leash to my other hand to straighten it out just as Riley decided she needed to make her way back over to that wonderful-smelling spot in the yard…pulled the leash right out of my hand and she trotted on over to the spot in the yard about 20 feet away.
Luckily she only trotted and didn’t go running or sprinting over there and luckily she also didn’t realize that I wasn’t holding the leash anymore.  I told her to stay and went over to her and stepped on her leash, then picked it up.  I could just envision all the dollar signs–failed surgery, another surgery, 8 more weeks of recovery time/crate rest, etc!!
All seems to be well with her leg though.  I can hardly even see the scar where she had her leg cut open and she’s bearing full weight on both legs equally all the time, no limping or any signs she ever even had a problem with her leg or knee (except for the lack of fur on the leg–they shaved her bald!).  Her fur is starting to grow back though and is growing over the barely-visible incision nicely.  She is nice and quiet in her crate most of the time and seems sort of resigned to it or used to it now.  She’s not by any means thrilled to be confined to the crate 23 hours a day (that other hour [or probably actually less than that] includes potty breaks and 2 physical therapy sessions a day).
Oh, and plus she got a new orthopedic dog bed that fits her new crate and a new KONG Ballistic toy that is surprisingly still all in one piece!

A (Cold) Day at the Beach

Here are some pictures of Riley and my parents’ dog, Chloe, at the beach today.  It was only in the 50’s but we still thought going to the beach was a good idea.

Riley walking with me at the beach.  She thought she needed to eat the sea weed at first.
Riley in the COLD water.
Riley’s best bud, Chloe.  Her ears don’t normally stick up, it was windy.
Riley thought she would bolt out of the car after a flock of sea gulls when we first pulled up to the beach.  Her leash was just out of reach a few times in my chase after her.  I squatted down and called her to come and she came all the way up to me until I stood up to grab her leash and then she ran off.  She would stop and sniff of something then run off.  Finally, I was able to grab her leash when she stopped to sniff something at the beach’s amphitheater.  It was quite an adventure for about 2 or 3 minutes!
Riley after I had her under control!!