This is little Daisy in her crate outside my office door. She came to us with spine problems and a clump-clump-clump gait a couple of years ago. But she had a flare-up and lost the use of her rear legs late on Tuesday afternoon, while I was on the way back to the ranch after dropping off Widget at the vet hospital. (There is no law that says you can only have one medical crisis per day.) Our vet, Dr. Brenda Culver, walked me through a neurological test that evening, and determined that we could begin treating her with prednisone. We needed to repeat the test the next morning and see if there was any improvement. Yesterday morning Daisy’s tiny legs were working again, which indicated we were on the right course and should continue with the current steroid therapy. If she lost deep-pain sensation, then we’d have to get far more aggressive, and off to the hospital she’d go.
But doctor’s orders included strict … very strict … bed rest for the next week, and Brenda wanted us to confine Daisy to the smallest, comfortable crate we had. So Daisy has — quite unhappily, she’s quick to let you know — been confined in this crate in our living room. We let her out to potty and stay with her, then scoop her up and put her back in the crate. ("Letting her out to potty" is kind of notional anyway, since she’s incontinent and, well, it happens when it happens.)
Thus Daisy feels like she’s incarcerated and isn’t happy with her predicament. As if to prove the point, she gave me this face while I was taking her photo this afternoon:
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