This morning, we took Brook to the river. This time I was prepared and had my shorts and sandals on. We tied a large clothesline to her leash and I brought one of her balls that floats.

That water is cold! My legs turned to ice while I was in there, but she had a ball (no pun intended). I kept her out of the deeper water where the current could have knocked her under. She was only there for 15 minutes, in the water for about 10. I am hoping the cold water will also serve to effectively ice her legs- I know they iced mine! Brrr!

We got home and she has been sleeping since. She snores! LOL Right now, Barnum is sharing her cage and they are snuggled together like two peas in a pod.

I received permission from the vet to up the dose of Trammadol to 4 every 8 hours if needed. Poor girl- she should have never gotten to this state.

I had replied to the previous owner a few days ago and it wasn’t the nicest email I have ever sent, but it wasn’t rude (ok, the first one was rude- but I deleted that one) and sent another.

He calls at 6:00 in the MORNING crying about “how much they love this dog!” They didn’t notice she was in pain- and the few times she went to a vet- they were told that it was normal hip dysplasia. I don’t know, so much of what he has already told me just doesn’t add up. All I know is that she is hopefully in a better place now with us. He kept sobbing about how much he misses her (he is 50 years old) and really, she has not shown any indication that she misses anyone. No whimpering at night, no scratching at the door. Mike said that when they drove away, she climbed into the front seat of the truck and put her head on his lap. We’ve had dogs in the past that howled, paced, looked out the window- shown some indication that they were going to miss the person or people behind them. Not her- and she has bonded with me like nothing I have ever seen before. When I come home from work late at night, she is waiting at the door to give my arm a big wet kiss.