Last week was spaying time for the little puppy that arrived at our gate this past April. It was hard to believe she was already about six months old. But there it was facing us--separation time. Since she's a nervous traveler, she didn't do well on the trip in. Poor little thing was so sad looking in her taxi and we hated leaving her. We were told to pick her up next day.
Well, that didn't work, because someone didn't understand the orders! They fed her (which she didn't argue against, I'm sure), but that delayed her surgery by another day. So here we were, still missing her (except for the older two dogs who enjoyed the peace without the playful, rough-n-tumble youngster), still hoping everything would turn out all right.
The next day arrives and the surgery is complete. We're told to come pick her up the next day. We almost couldn't sleep the night before and got up with the sun, definitely arrived as soon as they unlocked the door! Really wasn't the best timing as it was chaos there. We never spoke to the vet and there were about six different workers that spoke with us and we got six different instructions! But, finally, Trudy was brought out and we took her home.
That will be a week come Thursday. She's absolutely delighted to be home, the stitches are almost all disappeared and she's back to her teasing, growling, catch-me-if-you-can gallops around the yard.
Now we just have to coax the older dogs out of their sulk....
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