I am an idiot. I even saw Lion put the training collar on before we went out last night and I completely forgot about zapping him at all. I usually give him a buzz to let him know I am aware he has it on. When we got home he said I didn’t zap him. Duh! Idiot.
Once we were settled in, it didn’t take Lion long to snooze. We started watching TV and he was out. We didn’t sleep well the night before, but we’ve also been a little lax on our low carb diet. We’re both convinced it’s the carbs that knock him out in the evening. Tonight we need to get back on track. Protein and veggies.
Today is Lion’s appointment with our family doctor. He needs to get clearance for surgery and we have a ton of questions. Lion wants to make sure he has the best surgeon lined up. We have questions about aftercare. Despite all the info we’ve read, we still feel like we’re flying blind. And Lion is still positive I’ll leave him because he’ll need so much help. That’s just not going to happen.
Well, he may lose me, but he’ll gain 2.0. Then, if he’s too much of a horrible patient, he might get 2.5 or even 3.0. Uh oh. I think 2.0 is kind of a bitch. I have no idea what 2.5 or 3.0 will be like. Maybe a drill sergeant, barking orders at him. “Stay in bed! Move that elbow! Put that sling back on! Don’t lift that!” He may want me to leave.
We’ll be fine as long as I realize he’s in pain and not really himself, and he realizes I’m doing all I can to help him get better. He may yell at me in frustration and I may yell right back at him, but I’m not going anywhere. We belong together.