|Turns out Buster wears a 24 Month size onesie.|
So, he went in on Monday morning, happy as a clam, and when I picked him up Monday evening he looked like death warmed over. I think that's usual when dogs go under anesthesia. But Tuesday, he still wasn't eating or drinking, so I had to take him BACK to the vet, and they injected some fluids. He started pepping up a little Wednesday, and today he's almost back to the Buster we know and love. He now has no front teeth, and has to wear a baby onesie so he doesn't pick at his stitches on his belly. He's a mess. I've been a mess this whole week. You all know that I'm insanely obsessed with my dog, he's basically my hairy child.
On top of all that, we've been watching my parents' dog, Arnie, a 120-lb Irish Wolfhound. He's a teddy bear, but caring for a huge dog in your small house while you're worried beyond belief for your own puppy, it's just a lot. Whew. Glad to get that off my chest.
Anyways, the best news of the week is that for right now, Buster is doing way better. The crappy news is that he'll have to go back under the knife at some point in the near future, for a much riskier, much more unusual surgery. Boo.
So, I lost a pound this week, which is great, considering I usually just eat ice cream and drink wine when I'm stressed/depressed. High five, self, for not eating your feelings! But don't worry, while I was busy NOT stress eating, Buster did get a lot of treats. Especially Peanut Butter, that's his favorite.
So far, this year is going well in the weight loss department, 8 lbs down in the month of January!
This week: - 1.0 lb
Total 2013: -8.0 lbs