Eureka Dog Blog

Well, my brother had his surgery.  My parents say that everything went well.  I am not so sure.  For once I agree with my brother (but don’t tell him that).  I don’t see how cutting into his leg and making it so he can’t walk will make him better.  He sure seems worse to me.  Before his surgery he could still limp.  Now he has to hop on three legs.

He is really good at hopping.  He can hop outside on his leash to go to the bathroom.  The three steps on the porch don’t even give him any trouble.  He just holds his hurt right hind leg up and hops along.  I tried hopping when no one was looking….and it’s not as easy as it looks.

It’s been a weird week.  I’ve been feeling some emotions that I am not used to.  I actually missed my brother when he was in his surgery.  Now don’t get me wrong.  I like my brother.  He’s fun to play and wrestle with.  He’s also annoying.  He’s one of those dogs who follows you every where and always butts in.  If I am being pet by someone he noses in to get attention too.  He’s always there.  Sometimes I miss the days when I was an only dog.  On Tuesday when my brother had his surgery I found myself a little lonely.  It was weird when he didn’t steal my toys or follow me around.  I enjoyed getting all the attention and always getting to fetch the ball…but it was strange.  I kept expecting him to be there.  It was especially odd that night when he wasn’t on his bed (he spent the night at the Vet).  Don’t tell him I said this but I was really relieved to see him when we picked him up.