Friday, August 28, 2009
Home for Dinner.
He's home, he's groggy, but he ate all of his dinner and looked hopeful about more. I don't want to overload his tummy, so I told him he could have a small bedtime snack. Now he's snoozing on his cushion. He has a huge zipper running down his wee little tummy - the incision must be close to four inches, and closed with staples. He doesn't need to wear a satellite dish unless he starts messing with it, and so far, he is completely ignoring it.
I've taken a couple of vacation days, Monday and Tuesday. I shall devote myself to making huge progress on the nasty garage carpet project, while my little patient snoozes and recovers.