I think the new antibiotic, and the laser treatment, and the anti-inflammatory are finally doing their thing for Bucky. This may not look like much to you, but it is HUGE for him. He is finally letting the foot that had surgery at least tap the ground sometimes, rather than holding it completely off the surface. It is one step (so to speak) toward eventually putting some weight on it.
The leg is a little less swollen and tomorrow the stitches come out — hooray! I was hoping I could take the cone off then, but the surgeon says he still can’t lick his leg for many weeks yet. I suspect the issue is that they don’t want him disturbing the pins and wires. But the cone absolutely sucks, and we are all tired of it!! So I ordered something today that may or may not work: a Lick Sleeve.
It will prevent him from licking the leg for sure, but he will also have to not annoy the leg a lot for this to work, and for him to avoid more weeks of Cone-dom. It comes on Monday….keep your paws crossed for us.
After a lot of one step forward and two back over the last two weeks, it is nice to see solid steps forward. Now the challenge is keeping him from over doing. He is ready to rock and roll and wants to run and go for walks, but activity is still limited, and that’s going to get harder for him (and us) before it gets easier. The better he feels the more he wants to do. Bucky is very vocal about his distress and frustration at not being free (or my not being in the room, or taking Gracie for a walk…and so many other things. He’s a puppy still, and is just as bad as Gracie was when she was a puppy.) Ignore the picture in this short video. This is Bucky’s howling on the first floor…I’m recording on the second floor. And this is one of his quieter episodes. You can hear him three houses away when I’ve got Gracie out for a walk. There is little doubt about the beagle/basset pieces of this dog. (This is also why he gets a sedative, Trazadone, before bedtime!)
Still, I’m so glad to see him full of energy and ready to move on, rather than lethargic in his crate and in pain. Progress feels good, even if it’s noisy.