Boomer has some confinement issues too.  He sleeps in a crate in my bedroom at night just fine but if I close him in the crate and leave the house he freaks out.  It took a couple of days to figure out how I was going to keep him safe when I wasn't home.  Amy and Boomer both have to go in my bedroom when I am not home, so they are used to that but I didn't want him jumping on and off my bed.  The first time I left him, he was crated for 45 minutes while I was out to lunch with my Dad and Boomer had a minor meltdown and chewed a bunch of pieces off his foam crate pad and was drooling everywhere when I got home.  Ultimately, I decided to dismantle my bed and just put the mattress on the floor and stored the rest of my bed in another room until his stitches came out.  Then I put the box spring back under my mattress but still left it all on the floor for about a month just to make sure he had built up his strength and balance enough to jump on/off my bed (which he had basically been doing with only one leg for many months before his surgery, I was just being extra cautious).  I think a lot of people on here get stairs or ramps for couches and beds but Boomer would absolutely refuse to use something like that - at least not safely.  All that being said, the night I brought Boomer home he was 22 hours post-op when I picked him up.  He rested relatively comfortably as long as I didn't leave the living room, so I just stayed with him until it was time to go to bed.  We took a quick potty break outside and then I went to get a glass of water like I always do before we go down to bed.  He just trotted over to the stairs like he does every night and before I could stop him he ran down 13 stairs, then down the hall to my bedroom, and jumped up on my bed (which I had not yet realized I needed to dismantle).  I about passed out!  I ran into my room certain his incision would be torn open and he would have to go back to the vet and all this terrible stuff was running through my head and there he was on my bed, totally fine, looking at me with this "What's your deal?!" look on his face.  My point is, there will be speed bumps and freak-outs, so just remember to take a few deep breaths and know you're gonna get through it together.  Boomer and I figured out what we needed to do and Amy appointed herself director of incision site quality control - sniffing only, no licking - and my Mom helped out in every way she could (including assisting in bed dismantling and reassembling) and we all got through it.

As for what to call the place where the leg used to be, I find I usually call it his "incision site" or his "amp site" - since they took the entire leg up to the hip socket, there isn't anything resembling a stump so it didn't really make sense to me to call it that.

We're sending good vibes your way!!

Sounds like your beautiful girl, Shelby is adapting to her life as a tripawd very well.

It sounds like she really does hate to be confined but I think you are very right that she will need to be  in the crate when you go out....for her own safety

It is now Friday morning so I hope you relaxed (with/without wine and cookies) last night so you are well rested when you bring your beauty home!

Keep us posted on how both of you are doing!

Hugs

Linda and Tucker