On Sunday, we took help from someone to capture Brownie. The Lady did a great job but had to sedate Brownie heavily as she’s a runner.
The surgery went well, but because of all the medicine in her, she has been sleeping pretty constantly or waking up in pain since. Bear and I moved the mats from our guest bedroom and slept on the floor in our hall so that we could be close to here if Brownie had any issues. (She’s staying on our Balcony).
The sedation has taken longer to wear off with Brownie than it did with Goldie and poor Brownie is having a hard time standing for too long or staying awake for any period of time. She’s also suffering from some constipation, even though she is having some diarrhea; she seems to have a blockage and is having a hard time getting it out.
Sunday night we had a serious (I mean yelling at one point) disagreement with the man in charge of maintenance for our builder. People have been complaining heavily about the dogs and even though we’ve given him the laws concerning them, he still helps aggravate these people by blaming everything that happens here on the dogs. (Torn car cover? It was the dogs, even though it’s a straight edge cut on the roof of the car with one deep scratch underneath…hello? KNIFE asshole! Rats in the complex? It’s the dogs!) I’m also getting harassed by one of the men stoically opposed to the dogs. Right now it’s in the form of constant emails on our Society Website, getting his little cronies to also post and THEN it turned out that the car parked for over a month in our paid spot was HIS car. When I found out who’s it was and asked the guard to speak with him, he apparently had a hissy fit. “They don’t’ have a car and don’t park there so what’s their problem??” Uhm….hello? It’s our PAID for SPOT! Apparently he owns two cars and only one spot. Tough tata’s for him as my Mother would say.
Anyway, today, Brownie heard her puppies being attacked by outside dogs. When I was at the bedroom window shouting them away, she crawled up onto a chair on our balcony that I had left too close to the railing and then she jumped. We are on the third floor. I heard her scream, looked out my window to see her lying on the ground below and then ran downstairs in my pj’s. By then, she was up and moving around. She sniffed her puppies and wagged her tail at them and then gave me a run for my money trying to recapture her. She doesn’t seem to have broken anything, except one of her canine teeth.
I finally caught her and carried her back upstairs and now she is passed out cold. She woke up while I was writing this, peed (no bloody urine thank god) and ate some soft dog food and is now back to sleep again.
I’m praying. Please say a prayer for my little sweetheart. She’s such a good dog and these people here just refuse to see it.