Tripawed Chronicles, part 3

Okay, so I haven't written much in a while. As it turns out, Friday is doing fine. About 10 days after his surgery, we went on vacation. I felt horribly guilty doing it, but as our accommodations were booked a year ago, and mentally we all really needed it, we went forward with our plans.

And so, we booked Friday at the Mutt Hutt, a cage-free doggie daycare where he could spend everyday playing with other dogs. When I called to find out if they could keep an eye on his wound and address our other concerns, they remembered him, asked how his surgery went, and mentioned that they were going to set up a bed in a separate room for him if he got tired. And so that's where he stayed for the ten days that we were gone.

And when we came back, he was happy. He jumped right into the back of the station wagon before I could set up the ramp. He jumped right out when we got home. Stairs are no problem. He's eating well. He's lost some weight, but as the doctor pointed out, he's getting more of a workout from all the hopping.

The one downside is his walks. He, obviously, tires more easily, and so he walks at most around the block. So of course, I feel guilty walking further.

Taking the kids for bike rides, I find I have to first take Friday out for his walk before leaving him at home and taking the boys out on their bikes. It makes me sad. We have a more active lifestyle thanks to Friday, and here we are leaving him behind.

But, we're happy that he's healthy, and he is such an amazing dog, being able to recover like this.