Now the reason for the title of this post. Dear sweet Casey was snatched up bright and early last Thursday June 30th and taken to the vet to be spayed. I picked her up in the late afternoon. Literally. It took two of us to get her in the car in the morning and two helpers at the vets office to carry her back to the car for the ride home. Of course they weighted her, she was a whooping 80 pounds at 6 months old, and we had to carry her to the scale and then back to the kennel to wait for her surgery.
She wanted to hide in small spaces while she jumped up every few minutes to look at her belly then lick, lick lick! I found that if I wrapped a small bath towel around her and duct taped it securely were it over lapped on her back she would settle down. She even let it stay around her and didn't try to get it off. About the third day she was resting much easier but only leaving her hiding place to go potty. She always ate good but she had to be fed in her "hole" never coming out to eat. Her wound never was infected or any of that bad stuff that could have caused her to be so upset. Now she has been dubbed "The Drama Queen" .
It took six full days for her to follow us on a walk up the mountain! Simon is thrilled his best buddy has returned to the act of living. He stayed back behind the barn those six days and kept a watch on Casey. It is sure great to be back to normal!