A Mixed Bag

This morning I was quite excited to head off for the doctor's office to get my stitches removed. That part went well, but (there's always a but, isn't there) the doctor wasn't pleased with my progress. The incision has healed nicely and he said it looked great, if you think a swollen blue area over an ugly red scar looks great.

Four of my fingers are moving smoothly and have no stiffness or pain, but I still can't bend the thumb. When the doctor bent it, there was still a catch and that didn't please him at all. He said it may start moving better once the swelling goes down some more and I'm to try using it as much as the pain allows without forcing it. If it doesn't move normally by Christmas, he may need to try an injection to help promote faster healing. So, I'm bummed!

I knew there was a fairly long recovery but I really hoped it would be farther along by now and that he would give me a bit more encouragement. Doctors!!!

On the brighter side, today is (gasp) the third birthday for the little girls Sydney and Mackey.

Mac has turned into a sweet little companion except for her shrill bark when she gets excited, which is just about any time Rob moves.

Syd has had a much harder three years and made life tough for everyone in her orbit. The Prozac does seem to be helping her, we haven't had an incident of aggression in weeks, but we also try to give her  plenty of space. She knows to wait till all the other dogs have come into the house before she comes to the door and she spends lots of time outside by herself working off her demons with exercise. The results aren't in yet, but they look promising.

 So, happy birthday girls, you've made our lives more exciting though not always in a good way.

 Tonight we'll celebrate with a special birthday dinner for the whole pack.