Here’s my little friend Cheyenne, 5 weeks after she was hit by the truck. My little friend Cheyenne is looking an awful lot better! I can see that she’s feeling better too, although she probably doesn’t know it. Why do I say that? Little puppy is thinking about now and she wants to be free. She wants to be free of her splint and she wants to be free of the wire in her jaw. She wants to be free to jump up and down.
She is not thinking about when she was hit by the truck: She wants to be free now and she wishes there weren’t so many limits on her freedom or new rules in the home now. This is the way we dogs are.
She may never understand why she has her leg in a splint, why she can’t do whatever she wants, why there are so many new rules, why she can’t go wherever she wants. But one day she’ll be happy with the results of this new life of hers. Take me, for example. After I was hit by a car, I didn’t like all the new rules I had to obey, the splint, the collar, the lead, the confinement, everything. But the rules made me a happier dog, even happier than very very happy me that I usually am. In fact, I am now “under voice control”, which, apparently I wasn’t before, so my parents can now take me to a dog park or any other off-leash area and let me go free, which I love, and which they couldn’t do before.
Getting back to Cheyenne, last week Cheyenne was vomiting a lot. Her injured leg has been draining a lot and making things messy. Her moma and nana talk to Cheyenne’s doctor and the doctor says that everything is okay, that it’s just going a little more slowly than they all hoped. Cheyenne’s moma and nana are busy busy busy taking care of Cheyenne, cleaning cleaning cleaning. They are still taking Cheyenne to the veterinarian for checkups. They are being her best friends. Now, when she needs them.
I’m glad to be Cheyenne’s friend! And I’m glad that my friend Cheyenne has such a wonderful family who have been there for her every step of the way.