The first 72 hours after were supposed to be the roughest....and I would say that SUNday was definitely the most painful...
Believe me, it WAS bad.
Yet, this morning...I started to show signs of my lil 'ole self...for one thing...I wanted to eat...(had to be coaxed the first few days)
Also, I barked at noises outside and even got off my bed at one point to look outside.
That's when she knew... it was TIME for a walk to feel better.
I had been going outside, but it was limited. And wet and rainy.
Today, the sun started to shine. She said the words...and yes...I wanted to GO
So we went on a short walk to help me feel better.
Off leash, without the inflatable cone, to the field just down the street.
Running free without the thought of Youch for a few moments
felt pretty good