Today is going to be a great day for me. I have an appointment with my doctor, Dr. B, one of my best friends. The “Instructions” said to bring me there within 7 to 10 days of my going home, and this is Day 9. Perfect.
I don’t really care why I have to go there; for me it is a wonderful thing because I get to go outside for a little bit. I also don’t have to wear the collar while I am in the car. Maybe Jane will open the car window while she’s driving and I’ll feel the fresh air blow on my face and be able to sniff at all the lovely scents of animal life that are in the air.
My parents are saying something about taking out the stitches and staples that are in my belly. I wonder if that means that I will not have to wear the cone any longer. While I am there, Dr. B is going to look at my leg and tell me if he thinks it’s getting better. Then he is going to put on new bandages.
At the hospital, Dr. B lets me walk longer distances, which is a lot of fun, though I’m still on the leash. There are so many other dogs and cats there; I am unaware of who is big and who is little; I am aware of males and females. Some dogs are on leads like I am, some are in carriers. There is one dog who has three legs and he is hopping around, as happy as he can be. I find the whole experience of being in the hospital wonderful. All of these dogs could be my friend! My nose and eyes and ears are always busy! My tail is wagging continuously and my ears are alert. Lots of dogs, including me, are marking the walls and posts in order to say, to each other, in our own language,”I am here!”
Each time that I go to the hospital, the doctors want to know how much I weigh, whether I’ve gained or lost weight. Dr. B needs to know so he can figure out how much medicine I should be taking. I’ve lost some weight since I was wounded. Before I was hit by the car, I was a strong 80 pounds. Here in this weighing in I’m down to 74 pounds. Jane says that that’s because I am not running, and Dr. B agrees with her: Phil and I have not gone jogging together for two weeks now. I really don’t care about my weight, but I do care that my ankle and toes heal correctly and that I will be able to run again.