"I will tolerate you if I must."
Whenever Mr. Wild Dingo walks in on Juno when she is belly-up, she immediately flips over into her defensive position. You see, in Juno's eyes, Mr. Wild Dingo is the evil man who is going to steal her gumdrop nose. He is to be disdained. So much so, that sometimes when he walks up to her after petting Loki, she will most certainly let him know how he's offended her with a very loud Siberian growl-groan. He must never, ever give the boy attention first, or better yet, give him any attention at all within her presence. Then she submits to his attentions. But on the rare occasion she allows him a belly rub and it must be documented for historical purposes.
"Absolutely under no circumstances will I kiss you." (Ah Juno, you sound like all the women in his life.)
Juno went to visit the orthopedic surgeon today. He's not convinced of a diagnosis. Like the holistic vet, he sees there is a problem in her low spine, which is common for dogs with hip dysplasia, but he wants to know exactly what it is. He felt there is no sense proceeding or even discussing surgery until we have a better diagnosis. This has been my biggest fear since I got here. When everyone saw the x-rays they saw a little compression in the sacral joint but rather than look further, the holistic vet just chose to treat for hip dysplasia as well as for pain in the low spine. Nobody, but this orthopedic surgeon, recommended an MRI and neurology exam. I'm thrilled he recommended that and I'm very happy to proceed. There are some other indications of neurology issues but they are too private to discuss for a princess like Juno. Ahem--all girls need a little privacy, right? Especially in the powder room.
On another note, she's up to 65 pounds! It seems Juno has a bit of junk in her jodhpurs too. Though nobody says she's fat, thank dog! (Can you imagine the siberian wrath?) Ideally, I like to maintain her between 58-60 pounds.
So I call the neurologist tomorrow for an MRI and Jenny for her meals. Here we go...