Lots of complications, but chief among them was that Rusty was also neutered on Monday. Yikes. So were tearing this poor dog away from his mommy at almost the exact time his manhood was being ripped from him.
After lots of well-intentioned good advice from Deb, we drove away with this poor whimpering dog. Lorri managed to get him through the night relatively unscathed, and he woke up, not too much the worse for wear, but in some pain. As Lorri worked through the morning at home, he was fairly whiny, but in the afternoon things picked up and he seemed much happier. I left work fairly early and went dog-shopping, picking up needed items for around the house.
|Rusty is incredibly athletic, affectionate, and well-mannerred. He's a great addition to the family. We've replaced his "cone of shame" with this decorative life preserver until his incision heals.|
|Our Lucy, sitting with Lorri hoping for one last slice of pizza.|
|Two views of Amos. This one in his favorite place under the computer desk.|