Petey Milks It

After my earlier post about Petey's 'injury', John & I started lifting him on to the bed. Our bed is extra high off the floor. Months & months ago, we put a chair beside the bed so that Petey could jump on the bed in stages instead of one big leap. He's used it ever since until his very serious injury. He wanted on the bed, but refused to jump up there. We lifted him on to the bed thinking that was still too much for his poor old back legs. He was still going up and down the back porch steps without too much trouble, and jumping on the couch & recliner until Saturday.

On Saturday, he tried twice to jump on the couch and couldn't make it. John put him on the couch and we figured that his jumping days were over. Petey will be 14 in February. It only makes sense that as an older dog, there will be things he won't be able to do as time progresses. We decided that we'd have to pick Petey up from now on. It was sad, but inevitable.

On Sunday, when we got home from church Petey didn't greet us at the door as usual. That is happening more & more, however. Once again we attributed it to him getting older. We thought we'd find him curled up in his ring bed. We didn't. I made it all the way to the bed room (John had stopped along the way) and saw the covers moving around on the bed!

Petey had jumped up on to the bed while no one was home!! He had either made a sudden & complete recovery or he'd been milking it. He knew he'd been busted. I told him that I was telling and I did. John & I agreed that he'd been hurting at one point, but probably not for as long as we thought. He's smart enough to figure out how to milk it, but forgot when he really wanted on the bed and no one was home to help him. He's also smart enough to know that the gig is up. He's been jumping up anywhere and everywhere he wants to ever since.