The vet reported thankfully that she had got through her little operation with no ill effects and had been 'absolutely no trouble' since....almost as soon as she came though the door here things changed a little however. My hope that she wouldn't require her 'bucket' was soon shown to be rather too hopeful as she immediately began chewing and pulling at her stitches and trying to get her into her required piece of equipment proved to be quite a test of perseverance when she suddenly turned form a staggering weak little thing to her usual feisty self...my hands now bear the scars!
Once adorned with her 'crown' she made concerted efforts to remove it but thus far has been unsuccessful, despite almost tying herself in knots in the process.
She is so sad to watch, I hate this bit, she can't walk properly, staggers like she has made far to greater inroads into the Guinness and falls over looking completely confused in a little heap somewhere.
After maybe an hour of fighting the bucket and the wobbly legs effect she was completely exhausted and has now spent the last three hours fast asleep on PG's lap making occasional little sad squeaks when she tries to reorganise her sore little body and bucket into some position of comfort.
All that said though, and I hate to see her looking so 'out of sorts', her surgery went well and no doubt she will be back to her usual state of madness in a day or two. :o)
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She'll be back to normal in no time, our three were racing about as soon as they got back from the vets, but then they are all balmy males.
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