I’ve made an executive decision about Bryce: We’re not going to ANY doctors this week. No vets, no specialists, no holistic practitioners – no doctors. The poor guy’s been to no less than SIX doctor visits (if you count his dental scaling) in the last 4 weeks and even at the relatively innocuous acupuncturist when they put him up on the table the poor boy looked like he just wanted to CRY. So, barring any situation that warrants immediate attention (and we’ve had a talk about that) NO DOCTORS this week. After that, maybe a recheck, maybe more acupuncture, maybe a PT, maybe the chiropractor – we’ll see.

(Notice how much he’s “resting” …)

I am still keeping him on restricted activity this week – or at least I’m trying. He’s losing patience with this routine – this morning when I opened his crate he ducked behind me and jumped up on my bed! (A major no-no, but nice to know after weeks of inactivity he still can). I carried him off, turned my back on him for 2 seconds to get his leash … he hopped up on the SOFA!

Is he fed up? I think maybe so!

He’s also been driving me crazy in the afternoons. Bryce is not known for being heroic where his bodily functions are concerned, so if he barks and fusses it’s usually wise to err on the side of caution and take him out. Well, he’s been fussing an awful lot in the late afternoon, but not acting like he really had to do anything when I take him outside. Since he’s fine through the night, I have to think that maybe the bathroom visit isn’t his primary agenda.