Orly had her first real vet experience this week. Not the run-of-the-mill go in, get cookies, get poked with something sharp, get more cookies vet experience. Nope. She was spayed.
Surgery means no breakfast. And it means being left at the vet clinic.
It was not her favorite day.
First, I put her outside and gave Cali breakfast. Orly couldn’t believe it. She rang her bell, asking nicely to be let in. She escalated to batting the door with a paw. Harder and harder. Then whining.
By then, Cali was done eating. Rather than reward the whining, I let Cali go out, then let both girls in a few minutes later.
Orly wasn’t speaking to me at this point, but she agreed to get into the car.
She was happy to be at the vet’s, where she met a very friendly (and very large) Great Pyrenees dog in for a dental cleaning, and weighed in at 43 pounds.
She was a little mystified that no one offered her a cookie, though.
Then, the vet tech took her … and I left. She was very surprised by that, but didn’t have the chance to ask me about it.
When I arrived to pick her up, the vet said that Orly was in the back, cuddling with all the techs. Yes … and interviewing potential moms, I am guessing.
She got home, had breakfast (and dinner not long after). And put on her surgical suit. No cone for Orly!
She was pretty mellow and cuddly Tuesday — the food was all it took to get back into her good graces — but by Wednesday …
Despite the medications that were supposed to keep her a little lethargic, she wanted to play. I kept her busy with treat toys.
That worked for a while. Then, luckily, our new sofa cover arrived, and I was able to let dogs into the living room. Orly happily tried out the new sofa cover. Then Cali offered the first lesson on how to keep other dogs off of our sidewalks.
Cali’s method doesn’t really work, but it does involve quite a bit of muttering and grumbling at people walking by …
Several days post-op, Orly is full of energy, in no pain, and really wants to play. I am supposed to keep her quiet and calm for another week. Yeah, right.
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It sounds like both you and Orly survived without too much collateral damage. Besides spay day we have had a few other times when breakfast could not be served to one of them. The confusion and ultimate frustration to the one that had to fast always made me feel guilty. I love the garment for protecting the stitches. So much better than the cone of shame. We did the life preserver pillow for our girls but I like what you used much better. Glad everything worked out for Orly.