So the Tums seemed to help. I figured he would eat around it if I put it in his food and we're both getting really tired of shoving pills down his throat. We being myself and George! Instead, I put the Tums in my mouth, bit it a couple of times and then put the crunched pieces in his dinner. Ewww....believe me, George is not offended! George continues to want to do things on his own. He no longer needs my 'help' getting down the step into our sunporch or the one step to go out the back door or the two little steps off of the patio for that matter. He can of course choose to go straight off the patio on the other side with no steps but why let your Mom breathe easy?
In his mopey way George came and leaned against me getting as much love and attention as I always give him. I continue to sleep on the floor in my living room with him so he is not alone while Nala goes up the full set of stairs to my bedroom and enjoys my bed all to herself! This arrangement is causing serious wear and tear on my back and my sleep. Anyway, as he leaned against the couch I could see George eyeing his usual resting spot with intention. I told him that I would give in, to which he quickly took me up on my offer and easily hopped up onto the couch before I changed my mind. At last, it seems his depression is not surgery induced but rather a sadness because his sister Nala had the couch all to herself when he was relegated to laying on the floor on a dog bed - this of course is beneath his standard.
Sunday 26-Jan-14
The polar vortex/artic blast has continued to push our limits but it didn't stop George from 'dashing' out the back door one day onto the ice which had formed from the melting rooftop snow. Slipping on 3 legs is a little comical to watch if you're not fearing injury or ripped out staples. After he's ventured far into the yard up the hill to take care of business he can be a little tired and his feet are hurting with the cold. This requires his Mom to get out there in the snow and give him a helping hand in quickly whether he wants it or not. Now the two of us approach the sheet of ice in front of the door, him with three legs and me with a very arthritic ankle that is equally not fond of the polar weather. Together we are 4 1/2 legs and I'm sure if one of us goes down he's taking the other with him.
Diane came to visit George today. He of course ran to the door hearing that an intruder was here and gave her his biggest bully bark. Some guys are just all show. We had a nice vist. Later that afternoon I decided I needed to give attention to my sleep deprivation. I locked the dogs in the living room and closed my door so Nala wouldn't join me and took a much needed nap. Later when I came downstairs I caught Nala creeping off of my brand new chaise and I found George on my living room couch! I guess their comfy beds in front of the fireplace were not good enough.Monday 27-Jan-14
Today is day 11 since surgery.
Last night I put down the twin mattress with the comforters for the dogs right there in front of the fireplace. I locked the gates to the kitchen and dining room. I gated my bedroom door so Nala would stay downstairs with George. I told Brian of the dogs sleeping arrangements for the night. Right before my alarm went off I heard Nala sneak up the stairs and go into Brian's room which he failed to lock. My alarm went off and I hit snooze. A few minutes later I heard a little whine. Getting up I found George on the landing outside of my door - he had climbed all 8 steps himself!! His tiny tail nub wagged at seeing me and I let him in my room. I attempted to help him into the bed but at 85 plus pounds and my barely awake status it didn't seem possible. George, the crazy man, had no problem jumping way up onto my bed!
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