Yesterday was National Black Dog Day. Qannik was feeling a little left out, so decided to today National Q-Tip Day – dedicated to our own cottony Qannik!
Who is the biggest cuddler of The Herd? The answer is very easy – Frankie!
Yesterday was the two week mark since Natasha’s surgery to repair her torn CCL. Yesterday was also an examination by the surgeon to review her progress. The verdict on her TPLO recovery?
The surgeon was very pleased with the speed of Natasha’s recovery. She has both the ability and desire to flex and use the knee – great signs. We had already weaned her off of the pain medication and antibiotics, so she is medication free.
The problem with her knee feeling so good is that it is also easy for her to damage the knee at this point by using it too quickly. So, as expected, we have four more weeks of crate time and short, escorted bathroom walks (with the sling) a few times a day. At that point, we will be able to start taking short walks without the sling.
So Natasha continues to get lots of one on one time with Hu-dad as she snoozes in a crate beside his desk all day. While she is a restless and bored, she does consider a round-the-clock human servant to be a big positive.
We almost did not use these photographs because they are so out of focus, but the pictures are really funny. Hu-dad took this rapid fire series of a race around the yard between Typhoon and his pursuer Frankie. Frankie gets a near chomp on Typhoon, except for a unique defensive move by Typhoon. So, apologies for the poor photography, but hopefully it will give you a Monday chuckle.
Those humans who decide to share their lives with Siberian Huskies learn a key phrase – “I don’t wanna.” That endearing streak of stubbornness has a real value as a sled dog – the ability to sense danger in a musher’s command and chose a safer alternative. However, it reveals itself differently in everyday life.
Yesterday, the Hu-dad needed to mow Sibe Quentin. Inmate lockdown – er, dogs in crates – has to be complete before the gates can be opened, so Hu-dad issued the Kennel Up command.
Natasha was already crated in the Hu-dad’s study as part of her TPLO surgery recovery. But where was the Cheesewhiz? The Warden – er, the Hu-dad – began a perimeter search.
After calling for Cheesewhiz repeatedly, Hu-dad finally walked out into the yard to deal with that unique Siberian Husky Trait – Siberian Husky Selective Hearing. Arriving at her carefully landscaped section of the yard, Hu-dad asks if she plans to come inside with the rest of us.
Now long time readers know that Hu-dad is a movie fanatic. We don’t watch much TV around here, but we tend to watch 4-5 movies a week sprawled out in our den. This is important background, because Hu-dad’s reply to Cheoah’s, “I don’t wanna, ” went roughly like this:
Yesterday, Frankie and Cheoah were hanging out in the safety zone of the picnic table away from Typhoon. Let’s show you the next chapter.
The picnic table has always been the safety zone at Chez Herd, keeping notorious pests away.
We are having a terrific stretch of fall weather – cool, clear and sunny. Weather like this, of course, brings out our crop of sunning Sibes.
Natasha has developed quite a nose for wine. No, really, check this out.
Recovering from TPLO surgery, Natasha spends most of her time in her crate. Importantly, Natasha can not have any wrestling time with the rest of The Herd, so either she is in her crate when any other pup is inside, or they are all in their crates or out in Sibe Quentin while she is out of her crate.
For a little change in scenery, Hu-dad lays in the floor with her during our nightly movie time while the rest of the Herd is hanging out in Sibe Quentin. And Hu-dad, of course, has a glass of wine sitting beside him on the floor. I bet no one out there can see this one coming.
Typhoon, to put it mildly, is slippery. He made it in the house and proceeded at full zoomie speed around the house and directly at Hu-dad and Natasha quietly laying in the den floor. To protect Natasha, Hu-dad did a move that, in his mind at least, went something like this:
Sadly for Hu-dad, the real block involved sending a full glass of wine flying through the air. Natasha got one drop of wine on her nose. We will give that much to the Hu-dad. He blocked the remainder of that flying wine with his own clothes. Every last drop of it.
Way to sacrifice, Hu-dad!
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P.S. – Just in case you do not know the whole story about that block in the video, here is one of many stories that was done. Natasha has suggested that her future security should be in uniform, too.
Typhoon has been racing around the yard showing off his footwork. Dance like a butterfly. Sting like a . . . Typhoon.