Aunt Pat Isn't The Only Nurse In This House

I am too!  Daddy and Aunt Pat have been taking Freddy to see the same Rehab Vet that took care of Heidi. He's limping and favoring his left leg, and the humans thought he might have some arthritis like Heidi did.  The doctor did an evaluation, and it turns out he probably has some trouble with the ligaments in his left knee.  His right knee may be a little troubled, but for now, it's okay.   He's getting therapy on the underwater treadmill like Heidi did, as well as laser therapy.  The therapy, as well as the pain medications and some of the supplements they have him on seem to be helping.  Freddy's not limping like he was when he first moved in.  However, the Rehab Vet  is trying a new therapy, called Prolotherapy, and she thought Freddy would be an ideal candidate.  After explaining it to Daddy and Aunt Pat, they agreed. 

Today was the big day.  Freddy had to have some sedation for the procedure, so he couldn't eat or drink anything after midnight.  The humans were concerned about how Freddy would react to not being able to eat breakfast.  After all, it is the most important meal of the day, and Freddy eats with gusto.  He looked a little hurt, and I made sure I didn't linger over my bowl.  After all, I didn't want to rub his nose in it...or have him stick his nose in it and eat anything he shouldn't.  But, he was able to drink water, and although he tried his best "I'm pitiful, feed me" looks, the humans stood firm.  However there weren't any dropped pretzels at lunch today, like there usually are.  Daddy and Aunt Pat were being very careful, plus, it wouldn't have been fair to Freddy to not give him the same as I did. I understood, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

Anyway, the procedure went smoothly.  They did one injection in his left knee.  He was a bit groggy when they were finished.  The doctor said that Freddy woke up when she said the word "cookie".  Figures.  All that boy thinks about is food.  They gave him a treat before he left, which he dropped on the floor.  Freddy still managed to eat it before they left.  He was a little wobbly once he got home, and a bit tired.  I was a little disappointed when he didn't want to play chase like he usually does after he gets home from one of his therapy visits.  I've been keeping an eye on him.  Sniffing him and his leg to make sure he was okay.  He ate well, a little at first, and then the rest of his dinner.  After the news he headed up the stairs to call it a night.  He did however, make an appearance at the top of the stairs when he heard Daddy get the pretzel bag out.  Daddy, being the big softy he is, gave Freddy one or two.  We'll all be in bed early tonight.  Tomorrow is a very big day.  We get to meet Freddy's real mom, Gracie!  Details tomorrow night!