"Don't laugh. I didn't ask for this."

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.

He came around the corner dazed, but once his eyes focused, he wagged his tail and walked towards us. He immediately sat his perfectly straight sit and let us pet his head. He looked around the room with his Hound Dog Eyes and soaked in the "Oohs and Ahhs" of his really, really sad face from the small crowd that had gathered in the lobby.

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.

The complication that Kolby had that lead him to two incisions and extra recovery is that not all "the parts" were able to be found easily. Unfortunately, he was rather small in that area and they had to really open him up to find the missing part that needed to come out. The "normal" neutered section is also there and has internal stitches that will take care of itself, and that isn't the issue. It is the long stitch that goes into his belly and down passed his part that make this puppy look so darn sad.

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."

I brought him into the family room where we were there to comfort him for the evening, and he fell asleep before I had a chance to grab the camera. He slept all night - only to be woken by me to offer more water and Hurry breaks. He is drinking like a Camel, and Hurrying like a Race Horse. It is quiet the ordeal.

I slept on the couch with Kolby in his kennel last night, and I only woke once to the sound of what I thought was him getting sick in the Kennel. It wasn't. I am not sure what it was, but I am thankful he has not had an upset belly from his pain meds.

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.

I think the worst is already behind us. I am so thankful. Each day Kolby will get more strength, less loopy, and less of a need to Hurry like a Race Horse all. the. time.

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."