Kilo must have walked under a ladder during his first few weeks of life. Not that I believe in bad luck, but really, nothing explains the four ring circus that follows him around 24/7.
Let me preface this by explaining that half way through Kilo’s stay, my mother and I realized that due to the rabies watch his neuter would be pushed back three days. Not a big deal normally, except he has to be boarded in a few weeks and the delay would mean he wouldn’t have enough time to heal before being boarded. Upon realizing this, we called and cancelled the surgery and received a “Sure. No problem.” Thursday morning, the day we’re supposed to pick Kilo up, my mother (the early bird) calls to find out when we can come get him. The receptionist is slightly puzzled by our query because, “He’s back in surgery.” Why would we want to pick him up in the morning when he’s on the operating table? Such silly owners.
My mom quickly informed her that, no, the surgery was canceled . . . . Hold please. . . Insert running and frantic communication here. A couple minutes later a vet tech gets on the phone and informs my mom that he’s already been anesthetized, shaved, and catheterized. All that’s missing is the scalpel. Do we really want to postpone the surgery? My mom explains our situation once more and the vet tech takes Kilo off the table. Safe! But just barely. I wake up and hear the whole story and really, can only sigh, because at this point I’m almost used to the chaos that circles around Kilo’s head.
We hurry over to pick the monster up before any more accidents can fall his way. All I can say upon seeing him is that they’re lucky I work with animals and their owners and therefore try not to be an overzealous pet owner myself, because if I were so inclined they’d have one very unhappy customer. Not only was he drugged up and stumbling around, he’d lost weight and reeked. . . Sigh. . . let’s not try that again shall we?
When Kilo stumbled into the house he made a beeline for the water bowl and then his air vent. Ah, home sweet home. I think everyone’s relieved to have him thudding around the house once more, and I’m relieved to know I’ll at least have more control over any more accidents that come his way.
It's really nice to know he's home with, seemingly, no long term ill effects. In fact, he seems to be just little less chewy and a lot more affectionate. And, for some unfathomable reason, I have realized how much I am going to miss him when you move out. I won't just lose a daughter, I'll lose her adorable dog. So, no rush!
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