I slept on the couch last night - Murphy was comfy on his living room cushion and I decided not to disturb him.
The vet wanted me to keep him crated whenever he was unsupervised, at least for the first few days, so I duly brought in the crate and set it up in the living room. You can see how that turned out:
But it didn't matter; Murphy stayed quiet and slept all night - except for getting up at some point to have an Incident. I'm glad the vet tech warned me about the diarrhea - because he had an attack near the back door, on the tile, in the middle of the night. I woke to, um, something you really don't want to face at 5 a.m. before coffee. Hard to believe all of that came out of someone so small, but at least he did it on the tile floor and not the carpet. I'm hoping that phase doesn't last too long!
He hasn't messed with the "zipper" at all, but I think I will use the inflatable collar on him if I leave him for a few hours.
He's doing wonderfully - sleeping a lot, but his appetite is great, and now when I say, "Want to go for a walk?" he scampers to the door, raring to go. Not like last week. He still can't walk very far, and he's happy to come in and resume his nap on his cushion, but his enthusiasm has returned.
But we are fighting about the antibiotic. It's a liquid, and apparently it is very yucky. I have to sneak up on, capture, and then wrestle with my little patient to get it into him - fortunately he only has to have it twice a day. He clenches his little jaw and tries to pull away, while I try to get the stuff into his mouth and not all over the hair on his face - it's comical.
I took a picture of his little wounded belly, but I'll put it down the page a bit, so if you don't want to see, you can avert your eyes now and click away.