Gomer did very well in surgery and in recovery, as usual. Now comes the fun part, where he's not allowed to play with his toys or chew on his rawhides or eat crunchy kibbles or cookies or treats for two weeks. Yikes!
Anyways, I'm glad he's good about taking his meds (Rimadyl for pain and Antirobe antibiotic... and an added anti-fungal medication for a fungus infection on his tail and front paws.) Oh well.
That, and he said to tell you the dreaded basket muzzle is back. He hates it, but has to wear it whenever I'm not around to keep an eye on him. I got him a slightly smaller one so maybe he won't chew the straps off this one...
Opie did remarkably well at Dog Pad for doggie daycare without Gomer. We were afraid that he might try to jump the fence or otherwise try to "find" Gomer, but the day was uneventful, thankfully. Silly Tory even invited him back again on Wednesday. ( Grins -- that's for you, Tory, cuz I bet you'll read this!)
Anyways, I get to go home and try to convince Gomer that he can't run and play ball, without making Opie think that he's in trouble... ah, the joys of dogmomhood!
Wuf Ya from Gomer & Opie... they'll be back really soon!