All went well with my spay surgery. I was a little ticked this morning because my routine didn’t go exactly as I expected. Not only did I not get my early morning breakfast; usually around 6:00 a.m., I didn’t even get a lick of H2o. I thought mom must be slipping in the memory department, so I just looked at her and barked. I could tell she was trying to ignore me and was clearly stalling until it was time for us leave.
I arrived at the vet at 7:30 a.m. and quickly took control. I have to work the room when I arrive and meet all the doggies in the waiting room and then I have to see my girls behind the desk. I thought maybe they would give me just a morsel of a treat or a quick lap of some water for my last meal but it didn’t happen.
Mom and my Aunt Lisa came and picked me up at 4:00 p.m. I was so glad to see them but a little groggy and really just wanted to go home and go to sleep. I arrived home and I said hello to Smoki, my fur sister, and she didn’t even hiss at me. I guess she sensed I wasn’t feeling well, so she gave me a break. Mom gave me some boiled chicken and rice instead of my chow to keep me from “tossing my cookies“. I must say, it was quite a surprise and really tasty. I think I’ll play sick sometime in the future and see if she’ll come through again!
My pain medicine soon began to wear off and I couldn’t get comfortable, so I began to pace and pant. Mom felt I may have been running a slight fever, as well, so she gave me a popsicle and some pain meds, and I stopped panting and drifted off to sleep as mom laid on the floor next to my bed.
After waking up from my nap, I took a stroll around the yard and mom gave me a treat. I tire easily, so I wanted to get on the sofa with mom but I’m not suppose to jump, so mom picked me up. Yep, all 52 lbs. of me. My pain was beginning to come back so I nuzzled my head into mom’s lap and quickly drifted off to sleep while she calmed me.
Rather than put me in my kennel tonight, mom said she will let me sleep on my bed in the greatroom and she’ll sleep on the sofa to keep a close eye on me. I bet I end up on the sofa with her because she’s such a softy! Woof for now…