The young lady at the vet check-out exclaimed, “You have a very nice dog!”
Hoagie spent the day there having his old man dog teeth cleaned (one minor extraction, a tooth that pretty much fell out).
As I write this, he is dopily walking around the kitchen, wondering why I have closed him into one small room when he usually has the run of the house. Well, Sport, when your legs are quivering under you, the stairs are a hazard.
Good thing you have a Dog Mama to look after you.
Here’s our favorite quote from his discharge instructions:
“When a Hoagie returns home, excitement will cause Hoagie to eat and drink excessively.”
Next best line:
“Feed Hoagie its regular diet.”
I have to leave Hoagie to go to a Church Council meeting. His bed is beside the dishwasher, and he’s looking at it as if it were some strange animal. I hope he’ll settle down.
Poor Hoagie! I hope he feels better soon.
poor love. The dentist makes me feel a bit that way also!
Poor Hoagie! He'll feel much better in the morning … and I'm sure he'll just sleep the time away while you're at your meeting.
He still looks pretty drugged. I'm going to sleep on the couch and stay close by him. The stairs are blocked!
(((Hoagie and Martha))) – as long as his human is close, he will rest well I hope