Check Up - 6th December 2010

A big check-up. Today I had an xray of my chest to look for cancer, a poke and prod of all my lumps and bumps (also looking for cancer) and an xray of my leg to make sure the bone is healing.

And guess what???

It's all good. I am continuing with my rehab on the leg, but I can now go into the yard and up and down the stairs under supervision. My cancer checks all came back clear. Other than physio and water treadmill, I'd don't have to go the vet for a whole three months.

Yippee.

Now I just need to sleep off the anaesthetic.

Crate Wars

At Chez Gromit we are currently undertaking a battle which shall be known as Crate Wars. You see, the crate only comes out when someone isn't well, and right now that's me. Although I'm not sick, I'm just recovering from my knee surgery. My crate, bought for my 2007 surgery and decorated with my special moon and stars doona cover, is in the garage on a non-slip mat until I'm allowed on the stairs.

I'm doing really well with my knee - walking and happy without any pain relief. I've just started physio and four times a day I get to go for a 5 minute lead walk, and do my bending and stretching exercises. I love getting out and about - there's only one problem - every time I get out of the crate, someone else gets in.

It seems Misty is a lover of all things crate, and despite the fact we don't both fit comfortably, she keeps hopping in with me. Sometimes I let her, and sometimes I bark and bark until Mum or Dad comes running.

Last night, we had a really big storm. I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm a bit scared of storms and I had to get Dad, then Mum to sit with me until I stopped shaking. And you know where Misty was? Fast asleep in MY crate.

The Great Crate War of 2010. Let the battle begin...

The Torn Cruciate

Hi Everyone

Well, its September and I have tried really hard to forget about being sick, so I've neglected my blog. Anyway I was booked in for my nine month checkup - complete with chest xrays to look for secondaries. Two weeks before the appointment, I hurt my leg - the right front leg - so bad I wouldn't put it on the floor. Mum and Dad thought it might have been something to do with the back legs and took me to the physio.

My fabulous physio couldn't find anything, so she sent me to the vet. At first Mum didn't understand why everyone was looking SO worried, but then she understood - everyone was worried about a bone cancer. So I was given pain relief, sent to bed and told to come back in a few days for xrays. Cut a long story short - we bought my chest xrays forward and xray'd my front legs, and I met my new vet - Dr Bruce - who does orthopaedics. He said there was nothing to see in the way of cancer, but some signs of arthritis. Mum and Dad were told to take me home, give me no medication and free exercise and see what happened.

Well, day five of this regime, I couldn't hide it anymore. The real problem was my right rear, and I had a cruciate tear. So, back to Dr Bruce who did a really cool operation called a TTA. Now this is my second cruciate op, and has gone so much better than the first one. No plaster, a special pain relief patch and already I am doing toilet walks every four hours and I am raring to go. Mum has set me up in the crate/playpen in the garage until I am a bit more steady on the legs. I get my stitches out on Monday and I start physio on Wednesday.

Here's some photos of me the day after I came home from hospital.