I was not looking forward to another busy Monday, with mother too busy for any play time. But all that changed when Fluffy walked through the door. It had been so long since I last saw Fluffy, I hardly recognized her. Maybe it was all her new skin, but she looked like a different dog. She smelled like a different dog too. No more spoiled meat smell, no sticky red syrup or green bandage goo. Just clean, white fluffy dog smell, which I guess is fitting.
Mother was so happy to see Fluffy too. If she had a tail, I am sure it would have been wagging! Of course, Fluffy was not any happier to see us today, as she had been on those days when she would visit for the bandage changes. Fluffy won't even really look at any of us, and her tail definitely is not wagging, she always has one eye on her mom, and one eye on the door. "She looks great!" I heard mother squealing in the room, so I knew the visit was a happy one.
Since we don't often get young, happy dogs with such bad things that have happened to them end up as well as Fluffy, you'll have to forgive me howling on about this. Mother even posted all of the pictures on the clinic page on facebook so people can know what a hard road Fluffy had. Way to go Fluffy!
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