Helping Dogmom ...

So, we've been busy helping dogmom do her exercises for therapy.

Well, when we weren't busy taking a nap...

or

laying in front of the fireplace...

or

going to Dog Pad to play...

or

...

See... here's how we're showing her how she should try to stretch her arm and shoulder out straight...

Wuf Ya!

Dogmom's Going Back to the Doctor

Geesh, dogs. Next time she starts complaining that we spend too much time at the doctor, we gotta remind her about this whole arm thing she's milking to the hilt.

Anyways, the talking phone said that the MRI said that she has severe tendonitis in her shoulder and a partial tear in her rotator cuff. We think all that means is that she seems to have to throw the balls with the wrong hand and that she can't brush our teeth very well.

Oh, and she doesn't seem to be bringing the big green monster out of the closet every day. Please don't tell her!

Anyhow, when she left for work this morning and gave us our cookies, she said she would be home early but first she has to go and talk to the doctor. We didn't quite understand what she said. Something about the topeedic surgeon. I thought she did research, but I didn't know she did torpedoes. Anydog, she's hoping the topeedic surgeon says that she doesn't need a knife (she's got lots of them in the drawer, we know), but instead she'll just have to get some therapy.

We've known she's needed therapy for a long time. Silly humans. It takes them so long to figure stuff out.

Maybe she should go see Dr. Kate. When we go see Dr. Kate, it doesn't take her nearly this long to figure out what's wrong with us and fix it or give dogmom medicines that make us feel better.

Wuf Ya!

Waiting...

We're still waiting with the dogmom to hear what the doctors have to say about her arm not working.

We tried to call the doctor, but our paws couldn't dial on the cell phone.

When she was sleeping, Gomer tried to bury the dogmom in all our toys and balls to make her feel better.

Opie's been sitting still (can you imagine it???) and laying his head on dogmom's lap and staring at her to make her laugh out loud.

We didn't jump on the counter or steal food from the kitchen or tear the blankets off the bed - not once - this past weekend.

What else should we try, dogs?

Wuf Y!

Boring!

It's very boring at our house. The dogmom hurt herself, so we don't get to play ball with her or anything. She stayed home from work on Friday, which was kind of a bummer since we usually go to her work with her on Fridays so that Tory at Dog Pad comes with the big blue bus and picks us up at the office and takes us to Dog Pad to play.

But we didn't get to go to work... so we missed the bus.

She said on Thursday that she was going to the doctor. So we got excited, 'cuz that usually means that one of us goes to see Dr. Kate or Dr. Hollee or even Dr. Amanda or Dr. Mary. But no, she left without us.

Then, she comes home and talks on the phone. We think there's something wrong, because dogmom keeps talking in letters instead of using her words. What is an X ray? What is an M. R. I. ? And she talks about bursa and about rotator cuffs. What in the world is that? I did hear her say that her bones are fine.

Then why can't she move her arm?

Anyways, what this all means for us is that she's not taking us for walks... and she's not throwing us our toys or our balls in the house. And she's not brushing us or brushing our teeth. (Well, she tried, but she was using the wrong hand and we didn't like it. Since she couldn't grab us, we just ran away.)

Worst thing? She won't let us cuddle up on the couch and lay on top of her like we usually do.

Any suggestions?

Wuf Ya!