Molly Elevator (after her spay)

(from my blog at pets.com)

It’s been pretty quiet in our house this week. The dogs have been lying around, and there’s a noticeably absent Molly spirit around here.
 

And that’s because Molly got spayed this week. So far, she’s been doing pretty well keeping still and resting, but slowly her puppy spirit is coming back in to the game.

As we left the vet with our very dizzy little girl, we were warned about getting the stitches wet, letting her be too active (no jumping!), keeping her from licking her wound, and how to feed her following the anesthesia used for the surgery. Molly couldn’t have looked more miserable, and my heart just broke as we drove home, daddy sitting in the back seat with her, cooing at her and petting her.
 

That was the day that the Molly Elevator was born. I have created a bad habit of picking up my dog. Why is that a problem? Well, for those blessed with little doggies, it probably isn’t. But I have a 48 pound female Vizsla. Not exactly a pocket pet. But every since she was little, I’ve picked her up and held her. I guess I’m glad I did that, and actually I recommend doing that with your dog. It sure came in handy that she knew what I was doing when I went to pick her up: I had already gained her trust and it didn’t scare her. So I scooped her up, carefully holding in front of her chest and behind her rump, humming a happy little elevator sound for her as I lifted her in and out of the car.
 

This is definitely one of those times that any flimsy, rarely-enforced rule about no dogs on the furniture is strictly ignored. Molly Elevator up to the bed. Vrrrrrrrrrrr!

It’s been a few days, and Molly can certainly move about without pain. She’s perking up, but I see that look in her eyes... The one that says: “elevator up?”
 

*sigh*

 

What are some ways that you pamper your doggies after surgery or as they get old? Tell me I'm not the only one slightly silly!