Having been alerted by momma that her work place schedule was not amenable to taking the Relentlessly Huge to the special x-ray vet until after Thanksgiving, yours truly decided that it was my responsibility to manage his recuperative activities for the time being.
Noting that the vet instructed him to engage in frequent, moderate activity, I searched my brain for the best possible method to get him off his buffalo butt.
"Aha!" says I, "As luck would have it, our present from Jazzi's gift exchange arrived just this week and had been sitting on the dining room table for some days."
I immediately determined that while we are a bit early for the holiday season, surely presents are meant to bring joy and happiness and what more joyful gift for momma than to see her spoiled rotten bully of a dog up and about.
And so, I selflessly opened our package. A most interesting package all the way from Mocha, Ashley and Winniecheerdill in the Philippines! Readers, please excuse any possible typographical errors with my new friend's names. One does try to decipher human script but it can be confounding.
A regular bounty! Fancy flea and tick powder, sweet soaps, some Dexter-sized tennis balls,
some Dexter - sized tennis balls,
some tennis balls...
Excuse me. Had a moment there.
As I was saying... all rounded out by an ever popular rope toy, a stuffie and a wall decoration for momma. SCORE!
I grabbed that yellow stuffie post haste and was away.
There is little that annoys Mango more than the site of my labraself enjoying a stuffie... any stuffie. While this is normally a thorn in my side, this time I opted to use it to my advantage.
Come and get me, little pony!
As you can see, he was temporarily, at least, oblivious to his aches and pains in his quest to secure the stuffie (which, I might add, I allowed him to have after what I determined to be an appropriate amount of actual movement).
Hmmm... look at that face. Wonder if perhaps we need to adjust his medication.
Clever chap that I am, I waited until he had exhausted himself before tossing him the rope toy for further masticating pleasures.
AND, I made a super action movie. In it you will see that my physical therapy program is doing quite well as the Relentlessly Huge is clearly moving more smoothly by the end and able to turn corners with alarming speed without jack knifing and toppling.
Now if I could just get momma to clear the slobbers off the camera lens. Well, small steps, small steps, right?
P.S. It's not to late to get aboard for Bolo's amazing Nosevember contest. Week two is in full swing and you can enter to play along on his blog here.
P.P.S. From Mango Momma
Looking through the archives I discovered that almost exactly a year ago Mango suffered a similar injury. Poor guy. Must be his Thanksgiving owie. He seems to be improving ever so slowly. I also noted that Mango showed great improvement after a trip to the chiropractor. I confess that I did not like that vet personally and I think my lack of a love connection overshadowed the positive effect his treatment had. Thank goodness for the internet, eh? So I still will take him for a thorough set of x-rays and then back to "vet whom I don't like but seems to know what he is doing" for some chiro and acupuncture.