Last night went.... OK. We carried Rox up to sleep with us as Bob didn't want her alone downstairs. She was tender and a little uncomfortable with the lifting I think. Slept fine until 3 AM then the steroid raised its head and she needed a drink of water and a pee-pee.
Lights on, robes on, lift the baby...... came to a screeching halt here. Bob started to pick her up and she screamed. He hadn't even really touched her yet, so that left us frazzled. Finally she let me pick her up and off I go with a 29 lb dog down a flight of stairs. Worried about falling!
Did you notice the weight? She's lost a whole pound on her green-bean and veggie diet. Yay!
So dark and cold last night, 3 AM. Bob made sure there were no possums or critters to scare Rox or make her run. Rox did her business, then stood like a stature surveying the yard. Must have stood there 5 minutes. Either she was in hunt mode or the tramadol was in full effect.
Finally back to kitchen, drink of water, 2 tiny treats and a lift back to bed. Momma's tired this morning!
Tonight, despite Bob's pleadings to the contrary, Rox will be sleeping in the kitchen. Gated to keep her on one level, on a vinyl floor, near her water bowl. She can sleep in her comfy bed and not have to get lifted. Seems the lifting is a tad uncomfortable for her and we cannot keep carrying her. She's too heavy and our creaky knees are too old. (Mind you, Bob and I aren't old, it's just our knees). My worst fear is that we would stumble or fall on the stairs and drop her - the stuff of nightmares....
She's sleeping as I type this, after a massage and pets... she's wagging her tail in what I call the "tramadol wag" - slow and easy, a rhythmic wave to say she's doing OK in spite of all that's going on. I don't think she likes the stoner feeling, but it does keep her sleeping a lot so that is good.
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