This is a repost, because when I used the online editing tool on Flickr to crop, it disappeared from the blog.
Pooka is getting used to the cone. H., who is here for a long weekend, gives me updates on how she's doing, and from her perspective, Miss P. seems to be functioning like a regular dog, if a bit of a clumsy one.
The one drawback is that she doesn't seem to be able to find a good place to poop as readily. It could be some 'irregularity' driven by the antibiotics she's wolfing down hidden in peanut butter blobs, of course. But having to walk her four times a night until she's REALLY gotta go is going to get old.
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