I'm a hero!

On Friday, Baasje and I had to stop at a stoplight on our way to the hospital.
All of a sudden there was this guy knocking on the window, claiming he’s bought the car and that baasje needs to get out. Baasje told him to get lost and that it’s our car.
At the next stoplight, that weirdo was there again and suddenly he just opened the door!! He probably wanted to steal the car but not with me!! I gave him my meanest growl, that gave baasje the chance, to pull the door close and lock them.

We then went to the hospital and as soon as we were back home, baasje drove to the police to report it. They assured him that the car is really ours and that nothing illegal was going on. One never knows. The police also said that they probably wanted to steal the car. Baasje and vrouwtje now say, that I’m a hero because I scared that guy away :D

Saturday I had to go to the vet as well but Sunday I had the day off. It was nice not getting injections. I even didn’t need to take the painkillers anymore! Now I “only” take the antibiotics and that stuff, that calms me down. I’m also taking fish oil every day, and I will have to for the rest of my life. But it doesn’t taste so bad so that’s alright.

I’m doing much better now. When I’m not drugged, I can actually run around – often on three legs. Vrouwtje then always tells me, that I can’t run a marathon just yet. I even figured out, how to jump up and down the bed and couch without problems! Vrouwtje and baasje always want me to be careful, though.

Baasje goes outside with me now more than once. But he has to carry me down and up the stairs and we never stay longer than 5 minutes. I also have to stay on the leash so when I see my friends, I can’t just run off.

Sometimes I play with my toys or have pillow fights with vrouwtje. But not so often, and never really for long because I’m not yet up to my old self and sometimes even get sad, if I can’t play the way I want to. As you know, I have a lot of energy but right now I don’t really have any way to get rid of it. I even broke my favorite ball, tore it in little pieces.
Normally I throw it in the air, catch it and run around the room with it like a maniac. But I can’t do that now, which is very frustrating. Luckily, baasje and vrouwtje understand that. I think vrouwtje even want to see, if she can find another ball just like it.

On Monday the vet tried to clean my wounds without sedating me. But it didn’t work, it still hurts too much so that I really didn’t want them to be anywhere near. So now we need to go this week every day as well to the vet. I like going there but I never like how I feel, when I come back home. But the infections are much better so hopefully by the end of the week they’ll be fully healed so that on Saturday the vet can tell us, I don’t have to go every day anymore.

Getting my wounds cleaned at the vet.

One place on my leg that is infected. It used to look much worse.

The trips to the vet every day have one advantage:
I’m not afraid to drive in a car anymore and now even get in immediately (whereas just two weeks ago, I turned around and ran home, as soon as I saw we’re going to the car.)