puppy convalescence...

...is a very hard thing. It's hard when your bed seems like it might be tasty, and you nibble a chunk of it right before going to the vet. They sometimes decide then that instead of just spaying you (no big deal), they should give you an extra-long incision to make sure everything's ok with your tummy. Spoiler alert: everything is ok, except for all the extra stitches they now have given you for no reason. It's hard when you're loopy with pain meds and fall asleep sitting up. It's hard when we make you wear an inflatable collar to keep you from licking your stitches, and you have an uncomfortable feeling that it looks silly because we laugh hysterically until you wrinkle your embarrassed forehead. It's hard that you have to have your tummy wrapped up in rather garish pink gauze...but at least you wear it well. It's hard not being able to run around, and having to instead focus all of your energy into stalking mourning doves from the balcony. But you're almost done...and you're pretty much the cutest patient ever.