Lockdown

Roxy is in lockdown....supposedly for 2 months...only to be carried outside for 'business'.

 For awhile she has not been herself.  She would cry and snap if any other dog came near her.

Some mornings she wouldn't lift her head--even for treats.

You can see here, she isn't sitting in her usual 'happy' pose.

Last week we went to the 'dreaded' vet.

Had an appointment, then had to ring reception

to let them know we were outside.

A masked, gloved vet came to the car, heard her problem and escorted us inside.

After a very thorough examination,

X-rays were suggested.

While she was at the vet's

her old puppy crate was taken out and put together.

Naturally, the X-ray showed up nothing.

But the examination did indicate a weakness in her back legs.

So it was suggested 'total' rest, painkillers and see how we go.

As Roxy is a couch potato, she is only confined when not supervised.

So far, she is accepting being in the crate and not going for walks.

It has been a week, we're both getting used to the new regime.

Roxy's crate ( a canvas thing that looks like a tent) is the same as Dui's mancave.

The first night of confinement, Roxy had to be pushed into the crate and zipped up.

The next morning when the door was unzipped, 

Dui charged out ahead of Roxy! 

 He must have been inspecting it.  Don't know how they squished together, but neither made a noise all night.

We could use POTP...for Roxy's improvement

and for HER trying to keep Roxy quiet.