Ericka's Update on Olive
Well, I might’ve mentioned that Olive was going to be spayed on Tuesday. And it happened. Sometimes I am regretful; no little Olive pups will ever run around our feet. However, the surgery seems to be a success. When I first picked her up she was drowsy but excited to see me and to be out of the wherever she was in the backroom. I was equally excited to see her. She was pretty sick and drowsy for the rest of the night, sleeping and such. I made her some dog-broth (hot water and soft dog food) and that helped to perk her up a bit. She was got really excited when Greg and his roommate Andrew came home. The next day Olive acted as if she had never even been under the knife. There was one time where you could tell that she had run around a bit too much and got really tired. But other than that, Olive has been acting like a super human/dog champion. She is no wimp when it comes to surgery! I’m proud.
Greg’s Thoughts on a Spaying.
Greg’s Thoughts on a Spaying.
We anxiously arrived at the Humane Society to be greeted by the yelps and barks of imprisoned dogs. At this discover I assumed that Olive the puppy would be set off to fearful shaking and whining. Yet, Olive remained excited and inquisitive. It was Ericka and I, being the human parents of the puppy that were nervous. Of course Olive had no idea that she would soon be incapable of having puppies of her own. She could not have known about the pain that was coming for her, nor the abandonment. It was these thoughts that raced through my mind as we checked her in and filled out paperwork. Ericka spoke sternly to the receptionist about making sure that Olive had pain medicine and anesthesia. The receptionist responded “Of course, we couldn’t do the surgery without it.” I completed the paperwork and we handed our puppy over to the humane workers. It was now a waiting game so Ericka and I did what we could only do at that point, and left for coffee.
We did not know what to expect upon our return for Olive. Unfortunately for me, time was against me and I had to be at work when it was time to pick her up. Thus, I heard the story from Ericka and was pleased to hear that Olive was okay and appeared to be without pain. When I got home Olive was up and walking and happy to see me but I could tell she had taken a severe hit.
She was not jumping or running in circles or biting my hands. She justwanted to greet me and be petted. Ericka and I took her back to her blanket on the floor in my bedroom where she laid down and grunted. It was hard for her to get comfortable so she sat up and appeared to be drunk. Her eyes were glazed and half-open. She swayed back and forth as she sat on her hind legs. Then without warning she threw-up. Of course, this was due to the anesthesia so I didn’t get upset about the carpet. She lay back down with a grunt and rested. Ericka left for the grocery store and I stayed behind to watch over the resting pup. While I was sitting next to her on the floor, I was only a distraction. She couldn’t rest because she wanted to be aware ofwhat I was doing. Thus I decided to read on the bed and soon after, Olive made her way under the bed where she likes to resort. Ericka returned from the grocery store with a movie and some gourmet dog food which we would use to conceal Olive’s pain pill. Again, time was against me and I had to go to my second job but I knew Olive was in good hands with Ericka.The next morning it would seem that the puppy had never had surgery at all. Olive was back to her normal self. Full of energy, ready for breakfast and her morning outing. This was a bit of a concern to me because there is supposed to be a three day recovery in which the animal should not be physical, lest the sutures unbind. This seemed to be impossible for the puppy Olive. It was decided that she would have to be crated for the most part of the day to reduce the ability to be physical. When I returned to give Olive her lunch, she was even more energized and I knew that the puppy took the surgery like a champion.
We did not know what to expect upon our return for Olive. Unfortunately for me, time was against me and I had to be at work when it was time to pick her up. Thus, I heard the story from Ericka and was pleased to hear that Olive was okay and appeared to be without pain. When I got home Olive was up and walking and happy to see me but I could tell she had taken a severe hit.
She was not jumping or running in circles or biting my hands. She justwanted to greet me and be petted. Ericka and I took her back to her blanket on the floor in my bedroom where she laid down and grunted. It was hard for her to get comfortable so she sat up and appeared to be drunk. Her eyes were glazed and half-open. She swayed back and forth as she sat on her hind legs. Then without warning she threw-up. Of course, this was due to the anesthesia so I didn’t get upset about the carpet. She lay back down with a grunt and rested. Ericka left for the grocery store and I stayed behind to watch over the resting pup. While I was sitting next to her on the floor, I was only a distraction. She couldn’t rest because she wanted to be aware ofwhat I was doing. Thus I decided to read on the bed and soon after, Olive made her way under the bed where she likes to resort. Ericka returned from the grocery store with a movie and some gourmet dog food which we would use to conceal Olive’s pain pill. Again, time was against me and I had to go to my second job but I knew Olive was in good hands with Ericka.The next morning it would seem that the puppy had never had surgery at all. Olive was back to her normal self. Full of energy, ready for breakfast and her morning outing. This was a bit of a concern to me because there is supposed to be a three day recovery in which the animal should not be physical, lest the sutures unbind. This seemed to be impossible for the puppy Olive. It was decided that she would have to be crated for the most part of the day to reduce the ability to be physical. When I returned to give Olive her lunch, she was even more energized and I knew that the puppy took the surgery like a champion.
