coneholio, phase one - finale
Heading into the last five+ of Kirby's 72-hour enconement and I'm all set with having a cone jammed behind my knees. At least it doesn't knock me over anymore (thank you, yoga balance). As for Kirby, he's doing fine. No complications from surgery (right side canines, upper and lower were removed), and everything is healing up nicely. He's digging the soft food that he's on for the next 11+ days – as are the smaller yet larger dogchildren girlz (no meal is now complete without them getting the can scrapings in their dry tidings you scurrolous heathen you). Another three+ weeks until he's allowed hard chew toys (which got us into this mess in the first place and which he probably won't be getting back) and then we start the process all over again the first week of November, when the left side canines come out and Coneholio returns for a soft-food, knee-bashing encore.
quiet morning
After a 0700 dropoff and attendant trauma of the slipperuy vet floor, Dogchild Derbz is in for a teeth cleaning / extraction: he's fallen to the German Shepherd thing of grinding down his canines via chew toy chewing (read: ball) and all four canines are coming out (because Dogchild Derbz doesn't do anything by half-measures, full-tilt FTW). While DcD endures a rough day, Dogchildren The Morkie and Puppers basking in said quiet, on their backs, freshly shorn chicken legs reaching for the sky, snoring: respite after a busy day at the doggy day spa yesterday. Strange for me to not have to kick a ball from the opened Shed door, or to have silence be the order of the day but I'll take it to figure out a few projects that need deep shepherding, no pun intended ok maybe a little.
in which kirby watches his favorite instagram video
