You may remember Rocky from such surgeries as this past Christmas' $2000 knee-blow out.
For anyone who doesn't know, Rocky is our golden retriever. After the aforementioned holiday season knee explosion, Rocky was sent away to convalesce at a family friend's house in Hamilton in which there are no stairs.
His extended stay was also sort of like fat-camp for him since it enabled him to lose an obscene fifty pounds. Yes, he was a fat dog but it wasn’t totally his (or our) fault. His roundness was largely due to a hypo-thyroid problem. Now, I’m no vet but I also suspect that his girth may have been influenced by a certain grandma feeding him hungry man TV dinners... riiiiiiight...
Joey and Rock have not quite bonded yet but they do enjoy mild snuggling, barking at the idiotic wiener dog down the street, and meeting at the trough, below:
Of course, because nothing is easy in life, it's not all sunshine and lollipops. Certain among us (below) are less than thrilled about the Rock's return.
However, the fur isn’t flying and no one has lost an eye so we’re chalking this one up in the win column so far.
1 comment:
That is one perturbed cat! Fingers crossed that things continue to stay as congenial as they are now :)
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