Day: August 3, 2013

Finally we got a call and generally it was all very positive. Miller has been standing, and was taken outside to stretch his legs by our lovely specialist he had tried to pee but still had tubes in so the vet took him back inside, took his tubes out and then took him back outside where he relieved himself naturally. He’s a bit unstable, probably not helped by the fact that there’s bruising all down his remaining leg, but it generally sounds positive. He had a temperature which they couldn’t figure out but that all seems to have subsided now. Most importantly he’s eating and drinking

I’m so impressed by the surgeon that’s been looking after Miller, he seems to have been there around the clock and gives us really detailed updates, never making us feel stupid for asking lots of questions. He even answered an email I sent about Moo’s bleeding in the middle of the night (I emailed as I was assuming he’d answer it in the morning!) If anyone in the UK is looking for a practice to be referred to, let me know, I wouldn’t hesitate in recommending these guys.

Finally I feel like I can breathe again. I know that there are still many things that could affect Miller and his recovery, but for now, things appear to be on the up…

I’m beginning to get tetchy, I don’t like not having my dog around and I’m continually wondering how he’s doing. While the staff at the surgery are fantastic, I called at 12:00 and they couldn’t tell me anything as apparently they were late doing rounds this morning but that they’d be starting phone calls soon, it’s now 2 hours later and I still haven’t heard anything. I know that no news is good news, but thoughts about surgical complications, especially bleeding in greyhounds in the days following surgery keep blocking any other rational thought processes.

Our other dog, Toddy is mopeing as he misses his big brother, I guess the fact that I’m slightly on edge isn’t helping that much so I’m trying to be as calm and rational as I can for him.

Speaking of Toddy, I’m slighly concerned that his youthful exuberance might be a bit more than Miller can handle for a while. We’ve been discussing different ways of protecting Miller from his boisterous younger brother, potentially by digging Miller’s old Crate out of the shed and allowing him to sleep in there so that the risk of Toddy bounding on him is reduced. We’re probably going to have to rethink transportation arrangements too as they normally curl up together in the boot of the car but that may be too close for comfort while he’s healing. I guess I don’t really have to worry about all that yet, until we know he’s out of the woods and able to come home. I do wish they’d hurry up….