Post-op domestic harmony update
Yesterday at work was so busy, I didn't have time to post a Desmond post-op update. On Wednesday night he was a little out of it, much calmer than normal. Oz spent a lot of time hissing at him 'cause he smelled like the vet. He actually smelled oddly sweet - I think the vet techs might have put a little perfume on him (something they recommend) to mask the smell. Well, whatever Deedle was smelling like, Mr. Peepers von Crankypants wasn't having any of it. It was sad, because they normally get along so well.
This morning, however, at just before 6 a.m., I was awoken by the two of them romping and wrestling on the bed just like old times. And now I think perhaps it's best that Oz was freaked out for the first 36 hours or so, because Desmond probably shouldn't have been off wrestling the minute he came home from surgery. Now, however, the incision is healing up fine and they are happily playing again. Hooray!
Oh, and happily eating together again too:
Now, back to bed!
This morning, however, at just before 6 a.m., I was awoken by the two of them romping and wrestling on the bed just like old times. And now I think perhaps it's best that Oz was freaked out for the first 36 hours or so, because Desmond probably shouldn't have been off wrestling the minute he came home from surgery. Now, however, the incision is healing up fine and they are happily playing again. Hooray!
Oh, and happily eating together again too:
Now, back to bed!