We are one week post-surgery. Here is Hurley blowing raspberries at the whole situation:
He is desperate to run and jump about and have a rough-and-tumble.
Mostly, he is stuck in here:
We bought him a soft cone because it's more comfortable for him, but also for us. One of the things we've learnt from going through this surgery a couple of times is that those hard plastic cones really hurt when they're rammed full-strength into the back of your leg.
He is a very frustrated boy right now. All he can do are a couple of 10 minute sloooow walks a day (well, hop-alongs really at this point). A few controlled cuddles on the floor. He is very itchy as his hair grows back (this was one of the hardest bits last time - it leads to lots of bum-shuffling and grumbling - it's clearly driving him mad). He's spending most of his time sleeping, chewing his nylabone and staring forlornly at us. He's desperate to get on the sofa in the evening so he can go to sleep cuddled up with us.
His bandage is off now, and he's just starting to brush his toes against the floor on our slow laps up and down the hallway.
It's not all bad though - he's a very stoic boy, and we can always cheer him up with peanut butter and tummy rubs.
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