As many of you know, my little beagle Mec had spay surgery last week. The vet also found that she had a hernia, so he repaired that at the same time. After the surgery, Mec was supposed to wear an Elizabethan collar for about ten days - she not only discovered how to take the collar off but has left it
really useless after six days. I'm trying to keep her mind occupied so that she doesn't lick the surgery incision - apparently, it's the thing now in veterinary surgery to use glue instead of stitches. I'd rather have to remove the stitches, but it wasn't my choice . . .
really useless after six days. I'm trying to keep her mind occupied so that she doesn't lick the surgery incision - apparently, it's the thing now in veterinary surgery to use glue instead of stitches. I'd rather have to remove the stitches, but it wasn't my choice . . .
Another directive for two weeks following the surgery is that Mec must go outside on a leash - no more running, jumping, chasing with the other dogs. Mec was very quiet and subdued for the first two days, but that quickly changed. After all, Mec felt fine and wanted to run and play! Unlike with the collar, though, I'm on the other end of the leash so we're keeping to that. Of course, Mec can run down the five steps into the yard faster than I can, so I need to remind her to wait for me. Mec understands Spanish, so I looked up the correct word: espérame - wait for me.
The real surprise for me was that the verb esperar not only means to wait, but it also means to hope.
What a great command for Holy Week: espérate - wait, hope!


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