Bo went to the vet today to have his teeth cleaned, and have one bad molar extracted. He's home and doing fine, but he's all groggy from the anesthesia, and his hind legs are wobbly. For awhile he kept getting up, wandering around, and collapsing, from floor to couch to floor again, but he's finally fallen asleep. We'll have to wake him up before we go to bed to give him his pain meds. The vet said he could have a little food tonight, but he hasn't shown much interest.
He did blithely attempt to kill me before I dropped him off in the morning. There's a landscaping strip between the vet's office and the Starbuck's next door. The vet's parking lot is a good six inches lower than the Starbuck's lot, and the curbing around the landscape strip is about twice as tall as the normal curb height around here. I was letting Bo sniff around while waiting for the vet to open up, and he went up into the landscaping. I started to step up after him, and right as I was lifting my foot, but hadn't lifted it quite high enough to clear the tall curb, Bo smelled something interesting, and pulled on the leash. I felt my toe catch on the curb, and had time to think "God damn it, not again!" as I fell gracefully to the ground, bashing my knee on the curb in the process. Bo, with his usual lack of empathy in the face of human suffering, paid absolutely no attention to my muffled curses, and kept sniffing the sage bushes while I clawed my way to my feet.
At least I didn't drop the leash. 😛 Luckily, I had a cold pack in my lunch box, so I could put that on my leg when I got to work.
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