Well, I took Holly to the Vet today, to see what he wanted to do about her poor elbow. We're going to the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow, for her pre-op work up. It looks like surgery is the only thing that stands a chance of making my sweet Holly girl walk normally again, and even it's not a 100% certanty.
She behaved angelically at the Vet's office...obviously has been to the Vet before, and had positive experiances. Poor girl made friends with a chihuahua sitting next to us...wish I'd had my camera...nothing quite as cute as a Rottie and a chihuahua sniffing and wagging at eachother, and befriended a cat...the first time I've ever seen a Cat Friendly Rottweiler, so she's obviously well socialised. She allowed a little (like 3 year old) girl to come over and pet her, and rolled on her back so she could get belly rubs from the child. I tell you, someone must have loved her and treated her well before she wound up in the pound. She's too well adjusted and trusting not to have been a loved pet at some point in her life.
Holly appears to be fully housebroken as well, even in the Vet's office where my Max tends to forget himslef in favor of marking "his" territory.
What a great girl Holly is, she and Ivy will make someone very, very happy.
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