A pretty slow week...

So, this week is more of the same.  Rest and relaxation.  I had my staples and stitches out on Thursday, but I am still not better.  I haven't had a bath in TWO WEEKS and it is killing my mama.  But she is too big to fit and bend in the tub to give me one, and Daddy says I don't need one yet.  My daddy says I smell fine, and that I don't need a bath until my physical therapy appointment...which is in two more weeks!  YEA!  So, since Mama has no say in the matter,  I have decided if I must lay around and not play, I'm going to lay in the dirt.  HE HE HE, there is nothing she can do about it.

Everything is changing...

Daddy is ALMOST done with my room.  I think that it is too girly.  I am a BULLY, how does he expect me to sleep in pink room?!  Just goes to show my little sister is taking over my house!  Mama had been moving furniture around (even though Daddy tells her not to), new stuff for my sister has been showing up, just too much change! 

So, I have been taking sanctuary in my crate.  I have dug up and pushed around the padding to make it comfy, but it is safe and familiar when my whole house is being turned upside down.  See ya later!  (after my nap)

Lazy weekend for me...

So, Saturday, I was left alone for awhile.  Daddy wanted to go into LA to get some fabric for my room, so my mama took him to her old stomping grounds in the Fashion District.  I pretty much just slept and waited with my friends.  This is my friend "Diney".  My grandma got her for me.  I think she is really a dragon, but I don't care, she is a dinosaur to me!  And she is my favorite.  Mama said she doesn't think Diney has been washed in the several years I have had her.  Which makes me happy, she smells like me.

Sunday was kind of stressful.  My daddy was putting new baseboards in my room.  I was scared of the noise of the nailgun and compressor, so I jumped on the couch.  Since I have a bad leg, I am not allowed to jump on anything, let alone the couch.  This is my mama and little sister looking down on me and repremanding me for jumping.

But my mama felt bad that I was scared, so she cuddled with me.  This is me saying to my sister, "HEY!  What are you doing in there?!  STOP KICKING ME KID!"  Someone has to put her in her place.

But I do love cuddling with my mama.  It is much harder now that my sister is in the way....and BOY IS SHE BIG!  This is the first picture and documentation of my mama being pregnant.  She was not happy with my daddy for taking the picture, but she made the sacrifice for my blog.

I hope the rest of the weekend is just like this.  Just me, my mama, and my sister hanging out.  Daddy too, but he likes to relax in front of the TV or spoon, not so much just laying around on the couch.  But that is more because he is more strict than my mama and wouldn't let me be on the couch at all.  But, I love him.  Mama thinks I love him the most, but it's just because my sister gets in my way right now.  I hope you had a nice relaxing weekend too!  Talk to you later!

Still recovering....it is slow going

So, my spirits are up and I am getting back to my old self.  But, both Mama and Daddy agree that this is not a good thing.  They are happy to see me acting like my bully self, but I tend to think I can do everything I could do before.  I have tried (and been successful when no one was looking, but then got in trouble) to jump on the couch, jump off of the bed, and run out the front door.  They were not happy.  Daddy keeps telling me that I am on R&R and need to take it easy.  BOOO!  I want to play.

But, my friend Tinkerbell came over to visit yesterday!  She used to live by me, but she moved to Texas (where I was born) a couple years ago.  I get to see her maybe twice a year when her parents bring her by.  It made my day.  She is little, white and fluffy.  Nothing like me, but we seem to get along fine.

I still have my little pen, but the first couple days I was home, I decided I didn't like it.  I cried and whined until my mama thought she was going to lose her mind!  I never cried before my surgery, but I just didn't want to be alone.  So, this is a picture of my new "pen".  It is basically all of the downstairs.  My daddy bought area rugs to cover all the wood flooring so I don't slip, and the front room is lined with beds and blankets to make me comfy.  It is all about me.



As promised, here is a picture of my staples on the inside of my leg.  There are about 20 or so.  They seem to be healing and they don't seem to bother me much.  My mama said that I can't post a picture of the stitches on my twinkie.  She said, "Little ladies do not need their twinkies all over the internet!"  So, my private parts are being kept private, but those stitches seem to be healing well too.

I am tired.  It was stressful today.  Furniture was delivered and assembled for my (and my sister's) room.  I don't like strangers in my house and they were making a lot of noise.  So, now, it is time to rest.  I will try to keep you updated at least once a week.  But to be honest, not a whole lot happens.  It is going to be a long recovery (about 8 months) and I think it is mostly resting.  Which I am very good at.

Little sister update...31 wks

So, today my little sister had a doctor's appointment.  Her picture was taken, and she was measured.  Apparently, she looks NOTHING like me!! Strange, because I AM her big sister, so we should look the same, right?

Sucks for her, because I am super cute, and who wouldn't want to look like me?!

So, here is her profile.  Can you see her?  She's blurry and not as photogenic as I am.

Can you see how we are different?

She has a big nose, I have a flat nose.

She has big lips, I have flat hanging jowls.

You can't see this part...but she has lots of hair (it was swaying in the ultrasound) and I am bald on my whole backside and tummy.

She has super long legs, and I have short stout legs (and I have 4 of them...even though only 3 work right now, but she only has 2)

She also has a very defined chin, and I have an underbite that protrudes forward.

The only thing we have in common, is that we are both a bit big.  At 31 weeks, "normal" weight is 3 lbs & 3 ozs.  and my sister weighs about 4 lbs & 7 ozs!

And my vet tells me that I should be about 55 lbs, but I weigh 60.

My sister has to go to the doctor every two weeks, so I will keep you updated.



I AM HOME!!!!

My daddy and mama picked me up this afternoon and I got home around 3pm.  I still can't put weight on my leg, and my daddy carries me everywhere.  My mama says I look very little and small, but in reality, I am just drugged and want to sleep it off.  My surgery sites are still too tender to lift my leg and show you my stitches, but I am shaved on my right leg and my booty under my tail. 

 Who knew that my skin is brindle colored like my fur?!  My stitches are on the inside of my leg.  Pictures will follow later.

 This is where I will be living for the next week or so.  It is a penned up area with blankies and beds by the sofas downstairs.  It is about a 10' x 5' space.

 I have to wear a harness now.  I can't wear a collar because of the soft pallet surgery.  I can't wear anything around my neck in fear I might pull and irritate it and it might get swollen.  So, I am just going to hang out here with my stuffed friends.

I just want to be left alone and take comfort in my friends.  But, Mama will most likely sleep on the air mattress downstairs with me tonight just to make sure I am breathing.  Sometimes it is hard to tell, because since my pallet surgery, I am not snoring like I used to.  My mama says it is too quiet.

Blogging from the doggie doctor...

So, I'm sleeping and just got out of surgery. The doctor called my daddy and let him know that I am fine. The ligament was totally torn, but I should be better now. The soft pallet surgery and vulvaplasty seem to have gone well too. Hopefully, my parents can pick me up tomorrow afternoon. My mama is hormonal, and gets sad. But my daddy tells her that I'm am getting good care and am where I need to be. I'll keep you updated...my mama says thank you for all your well wishes and prayers.

This weekend, my daddy decided that our family had to "de-hoard" to get ready for my little sister's arrival and for when I have my surgeries.  We had to make room for my new "pen" downstairs that I will recover in.

So, to do my part in the de-hoarding. my mama and Daddy took a huge bag of stuffed "friends" and a bag of soccer and jolly balls to the SoCal Bulldog Rescue.  My mama and daddy got to visit with less fortunate pups, and they were so grateful they them a present for me!  It is supposed to keep me occupied in my crate during my recovery.  It is a HUGE elk antler!  It is supposed to be good for my teeth, and it releases calcium and minerals when I chew it.  It is big, like something out of the Flinstones!  I haven't figured out that I am supposed to chew it yet.  But, I sniff it, and I cuddle with it.

This is me, on my new air mattress (my daddy bought it for me and my recovery) hanging out with what my daddy calls the "pterodactyl bone".

Surgery Update

For those of you that don't know, I'm hurt.
I have a tai tai (hurt in Japanese) leg.
My mama went to visit my great Grandpa, and when she got home, I couldn't walk. My daddy was out of town for work, so my Big Mama (my mama's sister) came to help. I was SAD and crippled. I went to the doctor, and he said I tore my ACL in my knee. My daddy took the first flight he could home, and started carrying me around. I can stand, walk, and go potty by myself now, but I still need surgery.

After MANY trips to the doctor's office, my mama and daddy found out today that I will have 3 surgeries. They will put a metal plate in my leg and fix it, they will do soft pallet surgery to make sure I can breathe during and after my surgery, and they will fix my twinkie so I don't have as many UTIs. My new surgeon called it a "vag lift". (My daddy didn't like that term. I'm just a little girl.)

So, I have surgery on Tuesday. My daddy is hoping the worst if my recovery will be over before my little sister pops out. Whatever. Maybe if I stay hurt, my sister will stay in my mama's belly. I am in no rush to share my room with her. My house is filling up with weird things for her to sleep in (strollers, swings, ect) and my daddy has been painting and rearranging my room for weeks! I can't even sit on my mama's lap anymore! My world has been turned upside down! GRRRRRR!