After the lengthy run-down of Kolby's surgery from the awesome Vet Tech, we were able to see Kolby just before closing last night. She had mentioned that he had the saddest eyes ever, and that all the girls working were giving him much sympathy and warming his kennel towels and giving him lots of love. Kolby was soaking it in.
Knowing Kolby the way I know Kolby, it was hard to say whether he was adding a little drama for the attention, or if it was all legit.
Once I saw the scar, I knew it was all for real.
Poor baby. The ironic part is that his birth order got him the light pink collar when he was a puppy, and the Vet stitched up his middle in light pink. It suited him, but it did not help his defeated look of his manliness being fully expired.
I took him for a Hurry break as soon as I lifted him out of the car at home, and let's just say the aim was absolutely and obviously horrid. Ohhh, poor puppy - his dignity and confidence looked completely shot right there as his sad eyes looked up at me as if to say, "Don't laugh. I didn't ask for this."
This morning, I woke to a very hungry puppy that was thrilled to find his food bowl full. Part of the side effect of the shot of pain medication that was given to him post-op is that he does have to Hurry A .... LOT. They assure me this will taper off in a few days. Until then, we are sticking close to the door that leads outdoors and offering plenty of rest, which means it has been pretty uneventful.
Happy to have him home, even if he looks at me every once in awhile with eyes that say, "Don't laugh. I didn't ask for this."