Tough guy
Well, Grady had his surgery today and he was a real trooper. (As a matter of fact, I would say he handled the whole thing better than Gretchen, who has had a rough time of it.) We took him to Regensdorf (near Zurich) first thing this AM, then spent the day exploring that neck of the woods--up to the Bodensee (which was rather underwhelming, to tell the truth, except for the little town of Arbon, which we rather enjoyed...we were just bummed because we forgot our passports--a common theme for me these days--and so missed a chance to have a Switzerland/Germany/Austria day), then through the countryside to Rapperswil, then along beautiful Lake Zurich to Zurich itself, where the highlight was the stained glass windows by Marc Chagall at the Fraumünster. We even managed a self-portrait with the towers of the Grossmünster sticking out of Gretchen's head like a couple of horns.
But anyway, back to Grady. The reason we were out all day wasn't because we wanted to strand him alone at the vet, but rather because we couldn't pick him up until late in the day and if I was going to take a vacation day (they wouldn't let me take a sick day for my dog's surgery...go figure), I figured I may as well not spend 8 hours sitting in a vet's waiting room. When we got back to pick him up, they brought him out and the poor guy had obviously had a rough time of it. His entire leg was shaved and covered in what looked like a full-length purple cast (actually a bandage). He was understandably limping quite a bit and the vet told us he had several bone fragments loose in his elbow--which he was kind enough to give to us as a souvenir (what are we supposed to do with them...make a necklace?). On top of that, because he was intubated during his surgery, he can't bark (wait...maybe that's not such a bad thing). So the next few days are going to involve lots of carrying him up and down stairs, probably a few messes in the house, and feeling sorry as he limps along with his sore purple leg. But if it's any consolation, at least he doesn't have to wear one of those satellite dishes on his head--although I must say that's always good for comic relief.
But anyway, back to Grady. The reason we were out all day wasn't because we wanted to strand him alone at the vet, but rather because we couldn't pick him up until late in the day and if I was going to take a vacation day (they wouldn't let me take a sick day for my dog's surgery...go figure), I figured I may as well not spend 8 hours sitting in a vet's waiting room. When we got back to pick him up, they brought him out and the poor guy had obviously had a rough time of it. His entire leg was shaved and covered in what looked like a full-length purple cast (actually a bandage). He was understandably limping quite a bit and the vet told us he had several bone fragments loose in his elbow--which he was kind enough to give to us as a souvenir (what are we supposed to do with them...make a necklace?). On top of that, because he was intubated during his surgery, he can't bark (wait...maybe that's not such a bad thing). So the next few days are going to involve lots of carrying him up and down stairs, probably a few messes in the house, and feeling sorry as he limps along with his sore purple leg. But if it's any consolation, at least he doesn't have to wear one of those satellite dishes on his head--although I must say that's always good for comic relief.
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