Fool Me Once Shame on Youfool Me Twice You Cant Get Fooled Again

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well you know the residuum.  I do have to say that I'thou not very pleased that I take to go through this surgery again. At least now I know what to expect. And, on top of that, this time I understand what is going to happen. I'one thousand pretty sure it was Abraham Lincoln (my namesake, on account of my size) who said, "I don't recollect much of a human being who is non wiser today than he was yesterday." When you get right down to it, that applies to a dog, too. Let me tell yous, I only keep learning.

By now information technology's early on June, 2009, and my Mom and Dad's theory is that if we do the surgery as soon as possible, I'll be back in the water once again by belatedly July. They've been having a lot of discussions about this, and I'g starting to think that they don't actually empathise how much I'm listening. My Mom knows I need the surgery. But I'm starting to get the feeling that for some reason she'due south real worried nearly this one in particular. She said something the other twenty-four hours well-nigh "tempting fate", but then she stopped talking, and simply sat there and hugged me. Don't get me wrong, I dear our one on one fourth dimension, simply when she gets worried, I get worried.

I finally put 2 and two together (yes people, nosotros tin add!), and figured out that she is concerned well-nigh me being put through then many surgeries in such a short time period. To re-cap: Brain surgery in January of 2008 (large fat hooray on this one though, considering I should be dead past at present); Right leg TPLO in November 2008 (perfectly healed, according to the docs); Left leg TPLO scheduled for June 2009. This is one of those times I wish I could talk. I really wish I could tell her that I understand she is only doing what is best for me, and that I really love her for it.

Hither's the affair – My Mom always tells everyone that she loves how simple I am. Now don't go getting all up in arms almost that. She doesn't mean simple, equally in stupid. She means simple, as in unproblematic. She ever says that if humans could be more like me, our world would be a much better place. She likes it that I honey what I beloved and that's that. There are sure people I love. I honey her. I honey my Dad. I love my Aunt Robyn. At that place are sure things I love. First on that list, as I'm sure you lot know, is Pond. That's pretty much information technology. I know what and whom I honey, and I commit to it unconditionally. Couldn't be whatsoever simpler, actually.

According to my Mom, though, human'south lives aren't that easy. She told me it is hard for her to make the decisions for me that she has to make. She is worried that she isn't doing the right thing. She says it is the most difficult thing in the world to make choices for the ones you beloved, because a lot of times you never know if it's right or wrong until information technology's too late. When she said that, though, I just shoved my head right into her paw, and made her rub my soft spot. I was trying actually hard to remind her that even though nearly people told her the encephalon surgery was a bad idea, that she had made the correct choice there.  Sometimes she's a little wearisome, but eventually I think she got my message.

The bad side of this, is that once I convinced her she was doing the correct thing, I KNEW I'd be heading back to the hospital. I have sort of a love – hate relationship with my vet. On the way in, information technology'due south all adept; on the way out, I wonder what I ever did to him. Why else would he keep doing this to me? Sheesh.

And then, as I mentioned, here nosotros go again. I'm dorsum at the vet, and earlier I know it I  wake upward and this time, my left knee is ON Burn. My Mom always leaves a sweatshirt or something that smells similar she or my Dad, and I actually appreciate that, because I use it every bit a pillow, and it's prissy to have something to remind me of home. Just like last time, afterwards a couple of days I got to go home, thank goodness, and it was straight to the lake for some R & R.

I'm non supposed to get on the piece of furniture for a while considering of all of the plates and screws, just let'south face it, where would you slumber if you had the option, so while nobody is looking, I get up at that place, and then I try to become downward existent quick when my Mom or Dad comes in.

Since I've been through this once already, for some reason it doesn't seem to hurt equally bad, merely it is pretty irritating to have to sit down and wait at that lake, knowing that I can't go into information technology for a minimum of six weeks. In fact, information technology's about like my Mom and Dad don't trust me at all, because they won't even let me outside without a leash on. At first I was a picayune insulted by this, because you would think they would take a niggling religion in me by now, but then all I had to exercise was accept a wait at that picture of me getting off of the sofa, and I have to admit, they make a skilful point.

Well, it turns out my Mom's fears were groundless. I made it through the surgery merely fine, and the doctor said it went simply also equally the start one. My Mom says that this is one of those times she is really happy to be wrong, and if I'chiliad being honest, I'thou pretty happy she was wrong too.

This recovery went pretty much like the terminal one, too. Lots of laying around and icing, and me gazing out the window at the lake dreaming of days to come. Simply thinking of getting dorsum into the water seems to make all of the pain but a bit more tolerable.

Another one of the quotes my Mom shared with me is, "What always y'all are, exist a good one."  – Abraham Lincoln…(we really like him, I told you, he'southward my namesake…I'm not named later on the auto,  similar some of yous probably thought, although my Mom says that would besides be appropriate).  When my Mom told me that quote, correct away I decided that what I was going to exist, was a swimmer, and let me tell yous, I was going to be a skilful one. I'thou committed, and pretty before long, I'll be gear up to go!! Oh, and one more thing, since I got adopted I've been living in Washington State, and my lake is on the eastern side of the state, in a place but near Chelan. Trust me, I hope I never encounter Oregon again. It wasn't so great there, and it'south pretty amazing here, don't you lot agree?

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