Daddy's here!

Presley had a pretty good night's sleep last night. At first, she wouldn't come to bed. So I left the light on in the living room for her and she slept behind the couch. A little later, I heard her come into the bedroom and settle in next to Diesel's bed. I only heard her move around a couple more times during the night. Definitely an improvement.

It occurred to me this morning that I may need to give her the pain meds a little more often. She has been on Tramadol since before the surgery and even then it never really blocked all of the pain. Now that she's recovering from this major surgery, she probably needs to take the maximum dosage for a little while.

This afternoon while I was doing some paperwork in the office, Presley joined me and Diesel. She hasn't done that since the surgery. She must be feeling pretty good.

Presley got a present today from her Aunt Stephanie and Cousin Harley. Presley shared the treats with her sister, but she isn't too keen on sharing her Furcedes. Yes, it is a stuffed car in the shape of a Mercedes. Presley has been carrying it around with her all day and hiding it under her chin when she puts her head down. Diesel got a hold of the Furcedes a couple times, but Presley always gets it back when Diesel isn't looking.

Presley's daddy and his girlfriend visited today. When they pulled into the driveway, immediately Presley got up and went to the door to greet them. I'm not sure how she knew it was them. We've had other cars pull into the driveway and she never got up before. We let Diesel greet Steve and Carrie first while Presley watched from the door. She was so excited that her little tail just wouldn't stop.

When Steve came into the house, Diesel almost knocked Presley over. So Scott took D in the backyard to play for a bit. Presley was so happy to see Steve, especially when he cuddled with her on the floor. She gave him so many kisses and had the biggest smile on her face.

Just before dinner, Steve took Presley outside to go potty. When it came time to eat dinner, she was acting kind of stubborn and wouldn't eat. Steve tried to coax her to eat -- he even tried to hand feed her -- and she just stood in front of the feeder in defiance.

Then she sat down in front of her feeder and Steve tried to talk her into eating. Finally, she lifted up her one good paw as if to say, "Feed me, Daddy!" We all had a good laugh and were a bit in awe at her sitting up like that without her front paw on the ground. I guess she figured out a way to tap to let us know what she wants. Steve put a handful of kibble in front of her and she ate from his hand. At last, she bellied up to her bowl and ate all of her dinner like a good girl.

When Steve was getting ready to say goodbye, Diesel came back into the house and fawned all over him as he sat next to Presley on the floor. Both girls love their daddy very much. Thank goodness he has two hands because neither of the girls wanted Steve to stop petting them.

After Steve left, Presley seemed a little sad. She pinned her ears back and wouldn't look at me when I talked to her. After she put her head down on her Furcedes, I went into the kitchen to make my dinner. Then she got up and went behind the couch, where she is right now.

She's definitely better at hello than goodbye.