I don’t even know.
On Saturday Buddy and Buster were rough housing, playing around. Up and down the concrete patio, sliding, rolling, nips and bites and soft growls in good fun. We are happy our dogs, both in their 12th year, are so healthy. (We spend a fortune on their dog food every month, so they better be.) But they aren’t invincible, or puppies, and all it took was for Buddy to step wrong and twist, turn, howl…there went his ACL ligament. Torn to bits, like a letter from an ex-lover.
We took Buddy to the vet on Monday, and he says surgery is recommended, but not necessary. As he heals, he’ll probably develop arthritis, which he does not have now. In fact, the vet couldn’t believe how strong and healthy Buddy’s joints are, and how healthy he is overall for his age.
The surgery is $2,000. We don’t have $2,000.
I’ve read on a few websites that the surgery is far from necessary, and that recovery really only begins after a minimum of 8-12 weeks of restricted activity. We need to give Buddy time to see if he stabilizes the joint on his own. Does this sound right?
We dropped the boys off with my mom so we could do some Christmas errands and found a lizard under her tree.
She said, “Why under the tree?”
I said, “Really? Why at all?”
I still don’t know what we are getting my father in-law for Christmas.
I may be in and out for the next couple of weeks. I’m working out what I want to do for the next year. You know how I love my assignments! Some ideas I’m considering, and will run by you for approval, include a book club and some intense William Morrising.
I’m going to go to the mall, throw darts in the air, and buy whatever it is they land on. Then I’m going to wrap it up and give it to my father in-law. I think I’ll use the same procedure on a gift for my dad.