My dog is stoned out of her mind. She had a benign tumor removed from her back leg today. The vet gave her some painkillers, and now she's lying on the floor, in sphinx position, and keeps leaning to one side and then righting herself. She follows the sound of my voice, but she doesn't look directly at me.
The incision is bigger than I expected - nearly four inches - and it's held together with what look like staples. It looks really uncomfortable.
This kind of thing reminds me that Hunny is getting old. She's 10, though she acts and looks as though she's five. It must be Puppy Mind.
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