It has been two weeks now since Callie hurt herself running and jumping in the yard. The following Monday, the vet said “keep her on a leash out in the yard for a full three weeks, even if she seems fine, to lessen the chance of her re-injuring herself. It’s just some inflammation, but that hurts too.”
Damnation, it’s hard not letting her run and play with her younger sisters! Poor Callie doesn’t understand why she has to stay on the leash. She looks at me with those big brown eyes as if to plead for her freedom. And it breaks my heart to have to say “no”.
Ducky and Shadow take turns chasing each other, or a squirrel. Callie looks on in resignation. Or, Ducky runs along the fence with our neighbor’s dogs, Gatsby and Alex, for a minute or two.
Callie likes Gatsby — he’s a sweet, happy, calm boy — but not Alex. Alex is a piece of work…snippy and reactive to all but his “Mama”… But I love him anyway. I “babysit” them sometimes. Callie starts growling fests with Alex at the fence, or maybe he starts them with her. Who knows? It probably goes both ways. But as long as they’re separated by the fence, Tammy and I don’t worry about it too much.
Well, it’s time to go back inside. The girls need some water and I’m ready for the rest of my iced coffee. Can’t wait for Callie’s release from the DL (Disabled List for those of you who don’t follow baseball or other sports).