Time To Get Fixed

As crazy as it may seem, Arya is now 17 weeks. I can’t believe that I have had her for 11 weeks already! I remember our first day together like it was only yesterday. Its sad to think about, but she has come to that special age to be fixed. So today, Arya was spayed.

When we got into the car this morning and the poor thing had no idea what was happening. She was so happy to be going for a drive. Arya was more excited today than when we normally go to the park. I felt so guilty, but her mood changed quickly.

IMG_4536We were on our way to the hospital and she did not sit down. She stayed standing, slightly leaning toward the dashboard. Normally Arya stares outside the car at everything that passes by, but this time, she stared intently through the front windshield. It was as if she knew something serious was going to happen.

I dropped her off at the hospital at 7:30 am. She was good and followed the vet assistant to the back without any tugging or pulling on her leash. I signed all of the paperwork and headed home. The whole way home, I just kept hoping that everything would go smoothly. I was told to pick her up at 5:30 pm. How was I supposed to go ten hours without driving myself mad? My only answer was to stay busy. I went to class, did a little grocery shopping, ate lunch with a friend, watched softball practice, and even read a couple chapters in my book. After all that, I finally decided it was time to go pick up Arya.

When the vet finally brought Arya to me, her face was so sad. I could tell she was in pain. But the cone she had on was possibly the cutest/funniest thing I had ever seen. She was running into corners, tripping over the cone, running into doors, and she even got her head caught as she tried to jump into the car. I knew I should not have been laughing, but I could not help myself.

As soon as we got home Arya fell asleep. I mean, it was less than five minutes after we got home that I found her curled up in her bed. She looked so sad. I attempted to take photos of her post-surgery, but that cone made it impossible. I also felt horrible taking pictures when she looked so miserable.

Looking back on the day, I still can’t believe that at just 17 weeks and 21 pounds, my little girl experienced this life changing surgery. But thanks to her amazing veterinarian, she will hopefully have a speedy and successful recovery. She has grown so much in our time together, and I cannot wait to see the wonderful dog she will become.

Bark at the Park

IMG_3602Arya, due to my fears, is sheltered puppy. I was told, by the vet, to keep her away from areas where stray dogs may roam– for they may carry parvo. Poor thing stays in the house all the time except when she has to go to the bathroom. I am a little paranoid after the heart break I experienced with Lola, but I finally decided to overcome that. So this week Arya and I went to the park for the first time.

Listening to what the vet said, I searched for an upscale community (with a park) so that strays would be practically nonexistent. Nichols Hills, in Oklahoma City, was the closest community that met all my needs. This community has a small, family friendly park called Kite Park.

While driving to the park I realized she had never been on a leash before. Would she be crazy and run everywhere? Would she pull the leash? Or would she be too overwhelmed with the idea of a leash and not walk with me? These are all things that were running through my head as I arrived.

I put the leash on her, and carried her out of the car (she is too small to jump out of the car on her own). That was when she blew my mind. She didn’t run away or stand still, she simply walked next to me the whole time. The only problem we encountered was her fear of other people. Any time she heard or saw a new person, she would bark, run to my feet and stare at them. It was the cutest thing.

After a few laps around the park, I decided to test her. We went into the middle of the grass area and I let go of her leash. She still stayed right by my side. I knew it was the perfect time to break out the treats. I gave her commands that she has already learned such as “sit”, “stay”, “come”, and “okay”. For every time she did something right, I gave her a piece of her chicken flavored milk bone. After she finished her 3 bones, I let her chase me. She ran me to death. I was doing circles and circles and circles. She just wouldn’t get tired. I was beginning to think she was the energizer bunny, but I couldn’t handle it anymore. We had been at the park for an hour and a half at this time, and I was done.

Despite the sad look on her face, I told her it was time to go. I was so proud of my baby girl because she did so good for her first time at the park. I rolled down her windows in the backseat as we drove away. She stuck her head out and stared at the park with her ears flopping in the wind.

After about 2 minutes in the car, I turned to see if her head was still sticking out of the window. But what I saw was much better. She was sprawled out on her back, in the backseat, sleeping. I never thought it would happen, but I had finally gotten her to fall asleep after a long day of playing at the park.