Pooh King the Wonder Dog

Well, that was rough.

I spent the better part of the evening positively fretting over what I had done to my dog. I mean, he laid on his bed in the livingroom, vibrating in pain, whimpering and whining. At one point, he looked at his front leg and started shrieking and trying to run away from it. He wound up in the bedroom cowering on his bed. (This is the part where you put 2 and 2 together and figure out that the mighty Pooh King has two beds...) He could barely walk, and going up and down the stairs was a nightmare.

When he first came home, he had some water but wouldn't eat anything. By 8-ish, he was ready for a scooby snack, aka pain medicine. I'm only supposed to give it once every 12 hours if needed, but he got a dose at 8pm and a dose at 1am. Between 11 and 1 if I took my hand off of his head he would start crying again. After the 1am dose, things got markedly improved for both of us. He stopped shaking and panting, and was finally able to really sleep. Therefore, I was able to sleep as well.

When I woke up this morning, he was lying next to my bed and greeted me with tail wagging. He's moving much more easily, and even broke into a jog, albeit gingerly, a couple of times. He's had his breakfast, taken his medicine, and is currently lying under the kitchen table waiting for his part of my PB&J, just like last night never happened. His capacity for forgiving me is endless, I suppose. Now that he's not shaking and whimpering, I guess I can forgive myself. I know the surgery was necessary and for his health, but that wasn't helping me last night.

I'm off to work. Thankfully I only live 1.5 blocks from the hospital, so I can spend my lunch time with Pooh King the Wonder Dog!

Oh ya, did I mention I have a tumor in my fridge? Seriously, you should come back tomorrow for that story. SC Amy, you shouldn't look!!!