Libby has an appointment today with her favorite doctor. It’s time for the removal of her stitches and I can’t hardly wait to get there. The first week and a half she didn’t touch the dressing. The last couple days she’s totally torn the bandage off twice and raveled the edges a bajillion times. I’m guessing it’s itching like crazy under there.
Still, mention going to see Dr. Rennekamp and expect the cold shoulder. Proof that dogs have selective hearing too.
It’s been 6 fun-filled months since we were told Libby should be euthanized (click here if you don’t remember), and every day that we’ve been able to spend with her causes me to be a bit more disappointed in the care she received on that day. This voluptuous diva still has couches to warm and bacon to eat before heading to Rainbow Bridge.
