Time to Cut the Hey!
Friday marked a bittersweet day in the life of my puppy. It was the day it went to the veterinarian and was surgically altered to disable the proliferation of the species function.
So, now he cannot cause another dog to have puppies. We have made sure of it.
He cannot eat breakfast before his procedure.
It was a day, not unlike any other day, but I got up early and brought the dog into the house, and herded it into the bathroom. Since I was going to shower anyways, the dog came in with me, and he got a shower as well.
He needed to be cleaned slightly to remove any fecal residue from his body before he went in under the knife.
After his shower, I proceeded to find a leash and hooked him up, and I placed him in the back seat of the car and tied the end of the leash to the hand grip in the ceiling. It prevented him from leaping over the seat when I was driving. I also opened the window so he could stick his nose out the window and gulp air as I drove down the highway.
Once we arrived at the veterinarian, we had to wait our turn. Outside. With Covid-19, all transactions take place with masks, outside. It was a strange place, with smells from previous dogs all over. I think he wore out his nose sniffing around. Smile.
I elected to have the surgery take place with their laser method. This method is less painful for the dog, cauterizes the wound, and speeds healing. He also got a few shots, checked for worms, got his nails trimmed, and I thought he'd be gone for the weekend. No such luck. I dropped him off at 7:30 a.m. and was instructed to be back after one p.m., once his anesthesia wore off a little.
I still had a slightly loopy dog when I picked him up.
I brought him home, and had a few pills to give him over the next few days, and some syringes of an antibiotic. The pills were for pain, and the antibiotics were to help with keeping out infections.
He needed to leave the incision alone, or he'd need a head scoop to wear. He seemed to be okay.
We did not feed him when he got home. He went potty, I took him for a long walk around the yard, and then, into his crate he went, to get some needed rest. We were instructed to limit how much food he was given initially that day, since he might think he was hungry, but he would probably get sick and throw it up.