Back in December, our oldest pup, Aspen, tore the ligaments in his knee while hunting. He had subsequent surgery to repair the knee and an extended convalescence that canceled our traditional late season out-of-state hunts and attendance at Pheasant Fest. After 8 weeks of close confinement and short lease walks, Aspen has been cleared for rehab. Another 8 weeks of progressively longer walks (and more close confinement
), it still seems like forever for our poor little man (as Elaine calls him). He is going a little bit buggy with the close confinement, which seems to extend to all of us.
The things we do for our dogs! All worth it.
Photos:
1. Aspen's last hunt, and the last point and opportunity. I'm pretty sure he injured himself in this crusty snow, and to add insult to injury, I missed this "gimme" shot.
2. Waiting for surgery for a couple of weeks, and which took place two hours away, Aspen lived like a king, attended to by Elaine. Still, he was unhappy to go along on hunts but not get to run.
3&4. The X-ray reveals the titanium plate. Bone was planted in the gap and is continuing to grow back. I'm surprised at how well he is getting around...now he and I both have repaired joints in common.
Aspen is not a particularly good patient. During the night after his surgery while in hospital, he somehow got around his cone and pulled out his IV...and ate it(!). He then had to have surgery to remove the needle and tube from his stomach. Special food, lots of drugs, and an unwilling patient made for an adventure I'd just as soon not embark on again.
5. Still, he's one of the best natured dogs we've every had the privilege to live with (not to mention he's an excellent bird dog), and in spite of his shenanigans as a patient, we'd do it all again in a heartbeat to be able to walk in on a point by this fine hunter...and wonderful companion.
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