Froggie getting weighed at the Animal Medical Center was a lot different than being weighed at home and not knowing the name of the command did not help the attendant, but Froggie obviously thought all was rather curious. Froggie's 6-month birthday, planned days in advance with an appointment at the Animal Medical Center in Clarksville, Tennessee, with her favorite human friends, hoping to meet another animal or two and visit with Doctor Kilcoyne's Silver Standard Poodle, Maggie, who kept everyone under control.
Entering the lobby, she went straight to the counter, raised up, placed her front paws on the counter and then peeked over at Ruth Green. "Well, Hi Froggie!", Ruth exclaimed as she greeted her and then came around for an up-close hug, but Froggie was more interested in meeting a Beagle who had absolutely no interest in "The Frog".
Doctor Kilcoyne arrived with Maggie and Froggie missed the chance to say "hello" because she was just too busy trying to convince the Beagle to play, (who was more interested in protecting his owner), and then was called into one of the examining rooms to see Doctor Kilcoyne. Without hesitation, Froggie quickly turned and headed for the room, where she knew she would get all sorts of attention from Doctor Kilcoyne, along with his tender loving care.
What "The Frog" did not know was her favorite doctor was about to perform an ovario-hysterectomy. In the perfect world, protecting the species of a breed is of high importance and in our opinion, no Service Animal (male or female) should not have the proper procedure (for their sex) to eliminate possible breeding. Froggie was happy, alert and ready for her injection that would allow her to sleep through the surgery and her Handler disappeared out the door for the pet store after visiting with Doctor Kilcoyne.
Returning late in the day to pick up Froggie was an experience it itself. Froggie was excited to see her Hanlder and a neighbor, but yelped slightly when attempting to reach for a hug. As Doctor Kilcoyne walked into the examining room, Froggie eagerly greeted him and Froggie's Handler laughed. "I guess she isn't upset with you." She told the doctor.
"No, we're still friends. She doesn't know it was me that did it to her." The doctor laughed.
Arriving home Froggie was treated just like the Princess she is and quietly enjoyed every bit of all the attention while being settled in for the night. She slept through the night but her perkiness quickly changed on the following morning, following her Handler and hurting, there was no solution other than setting up three places for Froggie to lodge to keep her Handler in sight and stay calm.
Later in the day, a neighbor Froggie adored came to visit. Oops, the wire kennel, (lovingly referred to as Froggie's jail), was set up under her Handler's desk after being stored for several days. After Froggie's pillow was set inside, Froggie quickly entered her "jail" and settled down again. The Handler looked at her neighbor and asked, "How am I going to keep her calm for ten days?" Froggie would not eat, not even a treat, or drink any water and the Handler becoming very concerned telephoned the Animal Medical Center. Ruth Green told her to wait 48-hours, be mindful Froggie does not attempt to pull at her stitches and keep her calm, suggesting a light blanket to cover her. Sure enough, this worked!
On the third day, Froggie showed no obvious sign of discomfort. In fact, she was eating and drinking and wanting to play but the Handler placed a quick "nix" on the latter. After a brief walk outside during noon, Froggie basked in the sun inside the office where her Handler continued her work. Pampered and loved, she continued to display a pleasant demeanor, the two days of discomfort well worth her surgery and now the third day questionable:
"How does one keep 'The Frog' from playing and jumping?"
