DON’T LEAVE ME….

Gandalf seriously refuses to stay in the car when I take mom somewhere. Like the doctor. Like today. Becoming a tripawd has not changed this! 🙂

I usually go to mom’s to supervise lunch (she has to take pancreatic enzyme tablets with every meal after serious pancreatitis last year), and today when I got there she was in her chair, and I could see the leg wound that should have healed (the nurses who visit every day had said it was fine, sigh) was not. So off to the doctor. Gandalf  was instructed to wait in the car…not gonna happen. So I found his Hearing dog lead and the label that says “hearing dog at work, please ask to pet” and clipped them on to the ruff wear harness that LUCKILY he was wearing.

Sensation boy. And then the (new) practice manager says, no dogs. I say, patiently, he’s a hearing dog. Sorry, she says, only guide dogs are allowed. He’s a service dog, and is allowed anywhere I go, I patiently explain. She went off and came back all smiley. No problem. Duh.

He sits at mom’s feet as if he owns her, and she absolutely loves it. Mom has short term memory loss, and things tend not to go in very well. When Gandalf was having all his operations, she’d say “what’s wrong with his leg, he’s limping!” every day. Now she kinda looks at him and says, “is he better off without his leg?” I usually explain it again, arthritis, Dr P tried very hard to fix, didn’t work, now not in pain. Luckily she knows the vet and loves him (as we all do), and so mention of his involvement makes it ok.

On the harness…I think it might be too big. I’m not sure it’s comfortable. It kinda rucks up and maybe digs in a little. I’ll see what the physio says on Friday.