Sooo good to hear that surgery is done!  I was thinking about Frankie this morning while we were on our family walk and hoping that the surgery was going well.

Long recovery ahead- but the scariest part is behind you!

Karen and the Spirit Pug Girls

Hey Frankie!  This is your little quad pug pal Obie.  I hear you had knee surgery today.  Bummer dude! (I’m a California Pug, people expect you to always say ‘dude’) You know I’ve had both of my knees fixed like yours, only my Mom says I had special knees, they called them something like luscious patella’s, so they fixed my knee caps too…

Anyway since I am such a veteran I wanted to share some good and bad things about knee surgery and give you some hints to help you get through!

First some of the bad stuff:

When I woke up my leg looked like a drumstick with a little sock! 

Mom kept putting funny things on me like jammy pants and a big donut that you can’t eat!  They were to keep me from bothering my leg she said.  I can’t complain too much because they didn’t try to put one of those big, scary, satellite dish cones on me!  I was good though and left my leg alone so I didn’t have to wear that stuff too much.

I did get kind of board sometimes since I couldn’t walk around where I wanted.

No Privacy! mom ALWAYS took me out to potty on a leash- geeze!

I spent a lot of time in little pens, what’s up with that?  That was kind of a drag but the dogter said it was just while my knee healed.  I could still get a ‘taste’ of the outside though.

Believe it or not there was some good stuff too!

Lots and lots of treats and what ever I wanted for dinner! Some of the treats did taste a little funny, but be sure and gobble them up anyway- they make you feel groooooovy!

Lots of time with Grandpa! I got to spend extra time on his lap and got extra treats. He made my leg cold and moved it around but it was worth it for the extra food and attention!  And, since I got so much extra lap time it made my big sis Tani jealous!

I finally got to ride in the chariot!  My big sis always got to ride in it but finally I got my chance.  I don’t know if your mom has a chariot but you should ask her to get you one!  I know I’m a little smaller than you (ha!), maybe your big sis can pull you.

I got some extra bones to chew on since I couldn’t walk around when I wanted.  My mom always laughed when she gave me one… I guess it made her happy to make me happy!

Cool scars!  Mom says ‘chicks dig scars’ but I haven’t met any chickens so I can’t be sure.  My fur grew back and covered them up anyway.

Remember that during the recovery period you are the king of the castle so ask for lots of extra stuff!  If mom won’t give you what you want try a little whimper, or a limp, or give her the big, sad eyes!  Sad eyes work EVERY time for me!

Good Luck Frankie!

Your pal Obie