Socks and Peanut are exhausted. As we told Kevin, they were broken, so they spent the day at the vet getting “fixed.” They’re just lying around the house trying to figure out just what the heck happened today. They woke up happy and humping each other, took a ride with their masters, got left in some strange doctor’s office, passed out, woke up sore as heck in the groinal regions and groggy as all get-out, and then their masters picked them up again and brought them home. Sometimes shivering and just looking off into space, they seem to be wondering what’s going on. They often want to jump up on the couch to lay down, and they even halfway try once in awhile, but give up when they realize they just don’t have the strength, or maybe it just hurts too much to jump right now. They look at me like they’re asking me to help them up. I do, and then they just jump back down and follow me when I walk away.
They’ll get over it. The vet says they’ll be back to their old selves tomorrow. Hopefully not “completely” though–Within a month he said we can most likely expect a major change in behavior (90% chance) for the better. They can have only a little food and water today, and we have to keep a close eye on them so they stay away from their wound and don’t fall down the stairs or otherwise hurt themselves while their medicated. Anyway, that’s it in a nutshell (pun intended) for our dog repair project.