11.09.15

A Few of Baloo’s Favorite Things

Posted in Uncategorized at 9:43 pm by eborzage

No matter what fun the boys are having, when Maverick and Baloo hear my Ford’s rumble miles down the street, they stop what they’re doing to race to the front window, and wait for the first glimpse of me pulling into the driveway.

I love those two faces expectantly waiting with their ears perked up, and then when my engine shuts down, watching their mad dash to the door to investigate the scents on my shoes, and demand a cuddle, and dinner, not necessarily in that order.

Baloo has resumed his evening greeting duties, and I am glad to see his face in the window when I get home!

He even beat Maverick out the door a few days ago, proving motivation can beat four legs, if you really want to get there first.  I’m especially glad to be the prize at the end of this finish line.

As expected, Baloo is improving each day, and my mom even felt comfortable leaving her baby for two nights to shop for wedding dresses with my future sister-in-law in southern California over the weekend, which we had not been sure she would be willing to do so soon after surgery.  Maverick took the golden opportunity to regain a little attention, and decided to devour the uncooked rice inside a sock we’d been heating up and applying to Baloo’s wound.

The gastrointestinal pyrotechnics that followed Maverick’s dry rice consumption were impressive, and our trusty steam cleaner and I worked hard Friday evening returning the carpet to a state that two, three and four-legged occupants could all enjoy.

By the time this Cinderella was ready to collapse into bed,  my willpower to convince Baloo that climbing into bed with me would stress his stitches was weak.  I tried. He cried for hours, and after stopping him from trying to jump onto my bed himself, I caved like a sandcastle.

I put my degree in construction management to good use and assembles a long doggie accessible staircase with minimal rise in each step. By the time “construction” was complete, we were into the wee hours of the morning, but Baloo was finally able to get up to his favorite sleeping spot, safely. You can see from that look on his face that the hard work was worth it.

Maverick also tested out the accent to the bed throne, and then as usual, left to patrol the house, which is his preferred nighttime job.

Baloo’s nighttime routine has always been to head into my room to climb onto my bed once he was sure we were done dropping food in the kitchen.  He didn’t understand being confined to the floor post-surgery.  Since making my bed accessible, he’s been in there snoring with his head on my pillows again, coming and going as he pleases, and my clothing is back to being covered in dog hair after a brief break.

To be honest, those stairs are more for my peace of mind than his comfort – I  doubt he’ll be using them once those stitches come out tomorrow.

He’s feeling great, and learning to romp around a bit, and clearly not in any pain. We will find out tomorrow what his path forward with oncology will look like, and my hope will be that he continues to feel this great through his chemotherapy too.

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