things went ok (considering) until he was almost finished in the OR. unfortunately he woke up suddenly, a little prematurely, flipped out and went typically odie nutz. he was screaming, he was trying to eat people, throwing himself around and spewing droplets of blood.
I am pretty sure no one including odie was remotely having any kind of fun.
I picked him up early, he was still pretty dopey and unsteady and he cried all of the way home. we got into the driveway, I barely got the leash on him, and he literally frantically dragged me into the house. once he was in, he sat down so I could pet him and then immediately climbed onto his bed.
he is sleeping now.
you can feel it just like a wave, odie is terribly traumatized and very upset by today.
I have to admit when I was driving him in this morning, I was all loving, sappy and sad because I was afraid, he might not make it home. once the vet examined him and nix'd the tumor theory in favor of the abcess...my momentarily soaring heart, sort of sank.
I could literally be looking at another 10 years with my freak out biting friend. 10 more years of walking on egg shells, 10 more years of possibly having to take him into the vet.
I love you dearly odie...but you are a helluvalotta dog...I mean really....a helluvalotta dog.
sleep well my prickly babe, you are home now and safe.
glad your home sweetheart. feel better soon.