The surgery to remove a growth on Ray's back leg had gone well. The teeth cleaning had revealed a large paddle of gum that had grown down over one canine (which I knew about and had asked to be removed) and a swath of gum that had grown up over all of his bottom front teeth (which I didn't). The vet had removed the paddle and cut back the gum on the bottom to reveal his teeth.
The pre-surgery bloodwork had also discovered that one of Ray's liver values was up. While Ray was under anesthesia, the vet had done a scan of his liver to look for masses but found nothing. We were given liver-health supplements and told that monitoring was the order-of-the-day, for now.
For two days after his ordeal, Ray was a living misery. The mouth rinse given to us by the vet had an added numbing agent. After a day, I also asked her for some pain killers for the poor, miserable hound. Gregg and I kept Ray well-drugged for two days. After that, except for the fact that he wouldn't leave his bandage alone, it was as if nothing had happened.
Superdog. We live with Superdog.
|I think the orange complimented my coloring better, don't you?|
|Shhhhhhhh. I'm trying to pick up signals from the mothership.|
|I'm glad they had this tree down. |
It's much more comfortable as a pillow
|Ummmmm. Hey, Ray.|
You know there's a towel hanging off of your hat, don't you?*
*I was prepping for a party when Ray wandered into the dining room like this. Absolutely pathetic and oh so very funny.