Loki had his ‘operation’ on Friday, something we didn’t actually want to do but circumstances meant he had to.
I felt more like a mother than I ever have and spent all of Friday panicking about him even though I knew he’d be fine. We picked up a sleepy, wobbly, sore puppy on Friday evening and enjoyed the silence while it lasted. It didn’t last long, he was up and ready for his walk on Saturday morning, as though nothing had happened. He was NOT impressed when the walk was only 15 minutes, not impressed indeed. He spent the rest of the weekend huffing and sulking.
Isn’t it amazing how quickly they recover?