Poor Puppy

Well, Maddy is finally spade. As my eloquent husband put it this morning, we took her to the "chop shop." God bless tact. Regardless, it's going to be a long night since she seems - only recently - interested in her incision, and it's too late to get her an Elizabethan collar. Hopefully, a bit of walking around the house before bed will wear her out enough to help her sleep through the night without the smell of her own flesh healing inticing her. Gross, I know. She is a sweet pup; exhausted and drugged right now, but sweet.