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I’m quite fine

Oh, boy! I had some ruff weeks!

It all started with some dental issues and a trip to the vet. One week after an abscess popped out. The humans went crazy thinking it may be a tumour, but finally it proved to be something lighter. I had a surgery and then returned home.

Honestly, I thought that having your mouth wide opened under anaesthesia was the worst ever. But apparently is worst to have a muscle and the skin cut open and someone scratching inside all the way to the bone to clean out puss. Especially when the muscle must not close and they stitch it wide open in a weird fashion.

The human female almost faded when she first saw me after the surgery. Imagine that! A pregnant human female fading at the vet. I was not in the mood for laughing at that point, but few days after I had a good laugh remembering this.

I was rushed at home. The human female moved really fast and changed all the puppy pads in my room. She also popped up a fence between in the middle of the big room I was sharing with Data and we got separated.

Apparently I was really looking like just escaped from a horror movie. The humans were shivering only at the sight of my left side. I have some bloody photos, but I’ll keep them for me. Just the toddler seemed not that impressed. But she kept repeating that I have a thing on my face. To be honest, I was too groggy to even care.

The next two days the human female worked from home just to keep a close eye on me. And she used this time wisely for freaking out for various reasons: I was not eating 12 hours after the surgery, I was not eating hay 24 hours after, I was not looking too well, I was not doing that and that… Well, women!, try to get a surgery in your face and have open access from the outside to your mandibular and then we’ll see if you would be in the mood for this and that!

The worst part, except for her watching me that closely, was that she had to insert some rinsing liquids inside my incision. Not fun at all! Not a big pain, but I do not like to be restrained in a towel. So it was always a fight. Luckily it only lasted for 5 days.

Just to give you a report on what to expect when you have surgery anywhere near your mouth, look how long it takes to get back on track. Eating veggies – up to 24-36h after the surgery. Keep giving us Critical Care. Eating pellets – same. Don’t expect huge quantities. We start with little. We are usually in pain and the effort of chewing is exhausting. With the hay is more problematic because usually we are not able to stretch our necks to get to the manger. So just put hay on the floor or in a paper bag and we will try. It takes up to 3 days to restart chewing it. (Neck muscles are connected with those helping in chewing. So it hurts!)

And get ready for some irony from your humans once you are over it. I mean, in my case it was like this… After I started eating normally, the human male kept telling me that for that amount of money he could have shaved me better. The human female kept counting the pellets I was eating and after 5-7 days told me that my appetite it’s bigger than Kirk’s. OMG! How can you say something like that?!

I got back with Data 10 days after the surgery, when my incision was already closed and it was clear I was eating and pooping well, so no need to monitor the number of pellets I had, nor the poops I produced. I still have to recover some weight, but I am on the right track. I still don’t get any cereals because Data may get too fat from them. I still need to grow some hair on the left side of my face, but it’s already better. And I still have some doses of antibiotics to take.

Almost three weeks after, I’m fine. Shaved in a weird manner, but fine. 😀

But we still need to wait and see how it will work with no antibiotic pumped daily into my body.

And some photos…

Few days after the surgery when I was already looking less horror.

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In my paper bag (I used to rustle it a lot during the night so the human male could not sleep. 😀

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Reunite with Data

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And the proof that I am eating hay

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See you!

It smells like hay spirit!

kirk_profile_2Due to repeated issues with home deliveries via DHL, the HF decided to have the new order delivered at her office. I think she somehow underestimated the dimensions of the parcel and had the idea that it will be easy to transport home.

Well, surprise, surprise! The parcel was delivered yesterday and it was huge. I mean really really huge. 10 kilos of hay, two bags of a special dry food to help Worf poop better and 4 packs of puppy pads can’t fit in a small box. You should have seen the face of the HF! She had to find a solution to store those things away from the eyes of her colleagues and guests from work. How could one justify the presence of so much hay in a lobby consultancy?!

She managed somehow to fit everything under her desk and already brought home one pack of 5 kilos of hay, but the other one is still under her desk. And it smells. OK, it is not a bad smell. But it smells like hay in a place where there should be no hay. Hopefully no one will realise from where this comes from before the second pack of hay leaves the office this evening.

The funny part was that she had to drag that pack of hay in a caddy and pass by the crèche to pick the little rascal too. Imagine how the other parents were looking at all that hay! I think some even asked themselves if the toddler was actually eating hay.

And this is how the hay looks like under her desk. Sorry for the poor quality.

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So this is what I call dedication and a well-trained human servant!

Update on us

worf_profile_2Well, it’s been a while…

I have no idea what we are doing and why this blog is not updated more often. I must complain to Data, who is the social media responsible for our team.

I also have no idea about what I should write. So I will just note down everything that crosses my mind.

In Belgium is raining and although the grass is green in our garden, we can’t really go out and enjoy it. I must ask the humans to bring some grass inside for us.

Due to the whole hustle with DHL, the HF refuses to place more than one order by month and she had to renew our hay supply from the pet shop. Lucky us! Because she got the really nice dry herbs.

The little human rascal got the idea with the daily cleaning of our rooms and she grabs a bag, the dust pan and the broom and tries to do it. I hope that in few years she will be an expert on refreshing our penthouse without disturbing us.

The HF had this weird idea that we were stinky and insisted on washing our tunnels. Thanks all gods she didn’t try to bath us. Was rude enough that she called us stinky!

Of course we’ve got paper bags to keep us busy and it was super fun. Especially to roam around, make noise and keep the HM awake.

And now the humans are talking about leaving for 10 days and we will be left home with a sitter. I hope we can convince her to give us more pellets.

Oh, about the pellets… The HF bought some weird ones that were supposed to help my poop get better (she has the impression my poop is too soft). But they taste funny. At least this is what Kirk and I think. The white boys like them. The bag is empty now, so thankfully we returned to our usual ones.

Well, this is it. I’ll end with a photo of us eating colours.

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