Roger is home and I will say he is doing much better than the last time I saw him. Roger is supposed to be resting in a cage, but Roger wants things like they use to be. "Lay down, Roger," I tell him. But Roger sits up and places his paws on my legs, wanting to be scratched on the head and under his neck. Wanting the way things were.
In anticipation of Roger coming home from the vet with two fused vertebrae and another one in question, I had Clay bring the dog crate into my closet area, a pretty big room, I might add. The dog crate would provide Roger with a larger confined living space. I had a kitty litter box in place and food and water ready for Roger so he could recuperiate in style.
Once we walked into the house, the dogs went nuts! Flat out crazy nuts! Yapping and yapping and yapping and scratching my legs and I quickly snatched Roger up in my arms, forgetting about his spine injury.
I hurried to the TV room and shouted to Mom, "Mom, help me out here! Put these dogs out!" But my mama just sat there watching a movie. Evidentally, she did not hear me. So I stood in front of her with Roger dangling from my arms and two barking dogs at my legs. "HELP ME! PUT THESE DOGS OUT!" And I will say that my mama trapped one dog on the front porch and cornered the other one while I put Roger safely back in the dog cage in my closet area.
I then bribed the dogs with a treat and shoved them outside. After I came in I saw Punky, my orange Manx cat standing at the bedroom door leading to the closet area where Roger was. I reached down to pick up Punky; and in a flash, I remembered I've NEVER EVER been able to pick up Punky, my feral Manx. Well, needless to say, claws and hissing ensued and I haven't seen Punky since. I tried luring him into the closet area with Roger by sprinkling catnip on the floor; but no dice. You see, Roger and Punky are best friends and I know they want to see each other.
As the evening has worn on, I ultimately put the dog crate outside because Roger is sleeping in his favorite spots on the floor in the closet area. Punky is yet to be seen. Roger is not stumbling near as much as he was a couple of days ago. The dogs are still irritated. I still have a pill to shove down Roger's throat tonight . . . but, I'm seeing progress in Roger and I'm glad he is home!
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