Hammer
07-Apr-04
He’s such a good dog. He’s out of surgery, and doing okay. Should be able to come home tomorrow.
While we were waiting for the surgeon to arrive this morning, he got all stressed out and started having a crisis right there in the waiting room. John took him outside (where he left a very nice, big “sample” in case it was needed), but when he came back in, he panted and wheezed and his tongue started turning blue. So I interrupted the receptionist and told her that my dog’s tongue was turning blue, and could we possibly get him seen ASAP? [tongue turning blue=dying dog, in case that wasn't clear...]
Anyway, the surgeon made sure Hammer was tubed and getting O2 before he talked with us about his condition, and we spoke with him for about a half hour before we left, leaving him there to be sliced and diced. The procedure was explained in great detail, and we asked all kinds of questions about post-op care and long-term care.
We visited John’s mother for her birthday and then came home to wait. I finished the entry for “The Fairies” in my scrapbook– it looks pretty good, actually. Very pink, though.
So, it’s noon now. We’re going to do some lunchies, and then I will probably get my butt to work.