When you have a dog in recovery after major surgery this is concerning.
He slept like a rock, hogging the little twin mattress I put on the living room floor in front of the pellet stove for us to share. He was definitely NOT sharing. I literally had to drag him out of bed. He went outside and ventured slowly into the yard to do his business and seemed to want to keep going in the freshly fallen snow. I was already late for work and called him back but I had to go and convince him that in the 5 degree weather, back in the house was where he belonged.
Today is my first day back to work and I was a little uneasy. Brian promised to check on him during lunch if he could. I called the vet to tell them he didn't seem to be feeling very well. He's still eating and drinking (George never misses a meal) but something seems off. There has been a lot of noise coming from his belly etc., and I was concerned that the antibiotics and anti-inflammatories were messing with his tummy. Poor guy, hadn't he been through enough? The vet office called back telling me to give him Tums twice a day but to continue with meds.
That is my plan for when I get home. Tums for George. In the meantime, I guess Brian did stop by during lunch because I see this awesome picture posted on Instagram.
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