Return of the dawg.
This evening we went to pick up Elsabeth from the vet. The dental operation took long than expected; so instead of being able to collect the pooch after work we had to wait until this evening.
We had expected to have one molar extracted, but it appears dear poochin' actually cracked two of them, so I opted to have them both taken out at the same time.
Apparently Elsie also had a bit of a bad (dysphoric) trip when the drugs were administered, so it's been a very long day for her. She seems to have settled down now, but if she were less groggy I think she'd not let me out of her sight.
At least the cats seem to be leaving her alone, so she's getting a little bit of sleep. I hope she heals fast. Even though I know I've done a good thing for her, she was still so pitiful on the way home she almost broke my heart!
We had expected to have one molar extracted, but it appears dear poochin' actually cracked two of them, so I opted to have them both taken out at the same time.
Apparently Elsie also had a bit of a bad (dysphoric) trip when the drugs were administered, so it's been a very long day for her. She seems to have settled down now, but if she were less groggy I think she'd not let me out of her sight.
At least the cats seem to be leaving her alone, so she's getting a little bit of sleep. I hope she heals fast. Even though I know I've done a good thing for her, she was still so pitiful on the way home she almost broke my heart!