Oh the guilt!

Apparently George the Jack Russell likes to give me a little heart attack every now and then. Last night I pulled into the driveway and after I opened the door for him and Lucy the Lab to jump out of the new car, George hit the pavement, hard, and collapsed. After a lovely two hours at the vet it appears that he tore his cranial cruciate ligament. Question, if it’s his KNEE and not his SKULL why is it a cranial cruciate ligament?!?!?

So, George will be getting surgery… again. This is the second surgery in 6 months. Six months ago he had double cataract surgery since he was pretty much blind. Now this. The guilt is overwhelming. Why did I need to get a cheaper car that is WAY too high for him to jump out of? It's all my fault. Of course the Doctor said he could have done it jumping off the couch too so I'm not to blame but we all know that, as dog owners, we always blame ourselves so it is all my fault.

Of course one of the benefits of living in Philly is that we have the number one everything. He had his double cataract surgery done by the number one veterinary ophthalmologist in the nation and I got a referral for an excellent orthopedic surgeon who specializes in torn ligaments. I know I’m lucky to be here and have them available but I don't want to actually USE them!!!! There goes my tax refund check!

We go in on Monday at 2:30 for his first appointment with the surgeon. Until then he’s on bed rest (HA HA HA, a Jack Russell on bed rest!!!) and is on some serious pain medication. I will be going to my Doctor for Valium later this evening. I will take my Meds with Vodka and George will take his with wet dog food. And, of course, our long weekend vacation to Virginia next weekend to go hiking (all of us), chase deer (the dogs), read (me), play Frisbee (dogs) and eat (all of us) will be postponed. What a great birthday present for the little guy. He turns 8 tomorrow.