Ginger is now home. We got home just before 6pm last night and the silly thing started running the second I set her down (on three legs, mind you). She was immediately banished to her crate so that she didn’t give me a heart-attack.
She would NOT stand still or lay still for me to take any pictures. Thanks to the gals at the vet for the cute collar cover! It’s like a duvet for Ginger’s filthy nylon collar.
Ginger was also the Saddest Dog on the Planet because she had to sleep in her crate last night. I did not want her trying to get on the bed and tearing up her non-hip hip, or busting stitches. Forget that we just had near-strangers tear her open and break off a piece of BONE! No, we were the bad bad people that made her so sad by making her sleep in the large, well-padded, full of soft cozy warm blankets crate. Wish I got a picture of the look on her face as I climbed into bed 3 feet away from her.
Meanwhile, we are experiencing lovely near-freezing rain, which makes the yard such a joy to be in with a dog that HOPS! Weeee! Splash some more freezing filthy water on the pup and the mom! This time, though, I broke down and turned the heat up to 70 since it is so dreary and chilly and Ginger is missing hair off her left rear quarter-panel. I’m doing it for her, really.