Post-Surgery

Well, I had surgery on Friday. It was definately an adventure. Before we even left the house, Dakota decided she had to go. She ran out the front door, went to the truck, and waited for the door to open. Mom had to say the magic words to get her back inside. (Are you hungry?)

We took a long ride across town. I had to ride in an elevator, which was okay, but a little scary. Then, I had to sit in a waiting room with lots of dogs and people. My mom said I was very good, because I didn't bark at anyone.

We finally went into a room, and two nice ladies came in and messed with my eye and gave me a treat. The got a Legacy Boxer Rescue card from mom, because the office manager is looking for a boxer. We are always trying to help the boxer babies.

The doctor finally came in and then my other mom got there, too. The doctor numbed my eye and then he took a needle and scratched a checkerboard pattern on my eye. I didn't like it, but it didn't hurt me. The worst part was when he put a contact on my eye. It took a long time, and he pushed on my eyeball. Uck.

On the way out of the office, I saw this weird gray fluffy thing in the lobby. Mom said it was a standard poodle, but I've seen Isabella, and this thing did not look like her. I didn't bark, because I wasn't sure what it was. Mom says it just needed a haircut to look like Isabella.

I'm still wearing the cone sometimes, but now I have a clear cone, so I can see better. I suddenly had a breakthrough yesterday, and the cone doesn't freeze me anymore. Instead, I keep hitting the moms in the back of the knees with it.

I'm finally on the road to recovery. I hope it's a highway, because I'm ready to get there.