Well Maggie has had her surgery and it’s all gone swimmingly.
When I picked her from the vets, and for all that first evening, she was a lovely, calm, and gently affectionate dog. Such is the power of drugs! Maybe that’s what she’ll be like one day if she settles down with age.
It reminded me of my offspring. The only time they were ever snuggly as children was when they were ill, most often with a super infectious tummy bug. Similarly, one of our greatest bonding activities was the hours I spent combing through their hair during numerous nit infestations. There’s probably a life lesson in there somewhere.
We were surprised that the dog wasn’t provided with a cone of shame as a routine to prevent her nibbling her stitches, but in fact she seems to have no interest in her wound at all. The original surgical dressing is still on. We have our post op visit tomorrow (I don’t remember this with previous dogs, maybe it’s a new thing?) Possibly once the dressing comes off it’ll start itching with healing and the licking will begin. We shall see. I’m not interpreting her behaviour as any sort of virtue. I’m assuming it’s due in some way to her stupidity. Unkind?
Similarly, she’s taking her post op pain relief medication with no quibbles. I just give her a treat at the same time. Either of the schnoodles would have delicately separated the pill from the tasty morsel, even if the two were smooshed together. Maggie just inhales the two together. What a moron!