Friday, March 11, 2011

tragidog.

as promised, margene in her cone.



it was a tragic time. the combination of being hungry (she wasn't allowed to eat from midnight the night before, and then still for another few hours when she got home from surgery. rough.), and slightly drugged, AND the cone? too much for the poor thing. she moved very slowly. and ran into a lot of stuff. it. was. HILARIOUS! (she perked up after a few hours and even figured out how to carry toys around. don't worry.)



and now she's all recovered and cone-free, and running around like a bandit. here we are playing 'chase-the-puppy-till-she's-tired-enough-to-sleep-through-part-of-the-night'. a quality, 2am-ey kind of game. (it is worth watching the blurry-shaking-about for the last few seconds where she's all grin-panting. like a REAL dog!)



usually i get real real tired and give up on trying to wear her down. emma, chris... when are you gonna make good on your promises to run with this thing?

p.s. she is huge now. she weighs 9.7llbs.

2 comments:

Travis said...

Oh No! Did her stomach get twisted? That's what happened to Santa's Little Helper. It may be a risk with greyhound type dogs. Also I saw a legit sized Greyhound in head to toe (booties) flannel plaid because it is so GD cold here. Poor puppy looked dejected.

Emma said...

You ship her over here, I'll run with her! Everyday! Promise.

Also, are you watching Crufts? Hm?