Thursday

 

Toby goes for a car ride to the Dunedin Fine Art Museum, the day after his surgery.

 

  

 

 

  

This walk was one of our go-to walks for Dee Dee this summer because of the shade. Today the high was 85 degrees. This morning it was 73.

Toby wasn't too keen on meeting the clapping chimpanzee at the Dunedin Community Center.

He got to practice his "come" command off leash as he went from John to me.

He liked the concrete turtle at the Fine Art Museum much better.

Toby was restless at bedtime last night. He couldn’t get comfortable, and he was whining. We put the cone of shame on him so that we could go to sleep, but that made things worse. He wouldn’t lay down and then he panicked because he couldn’t get the cone off of his head. We had to take it off. I planned to stay awake for half the night while John slept and then switch. Toby then rounded up all his toys—one by one—and brought them to bed. Once he had all his stuff with him, he finally drifted off to sleep. Not long afterward I did so as well. I woke up once to take him out to pee. He finally peed without running back to the door first. His discharge papers warned of odd behavior after his anesthesia.

This morning he was high-energy. I guess being cooped up in a crate all day and doped up for surgery can do that to a dog. I tried to walk him but I couldn't get him to stop wiggling to put his harness on. It was like trying to hold on to greased pig. He was all over the place. I finally placed him in his crate. He cried for about six minutes (I counted); then settled down for a long nap. I told John that we needed to keep him in his harness at all times for a while.

 We had BBQ chicken, couscous, and turnips for dinner.

Toby relaxed in his bed beside us.