I don’t know if I told you, but when Mom and Dad adopted Chevy, they did it knowing he’d most likely need to have an operation.
There was a partially torn ligament or something in his knee. His previous owner had been managing it with medications for a while, but it wasn’t getting any better. When Mom took him to the vet not long after bringing him home, and they confirmed it – surgery was the only option.
He went in on Monday morning. Everything went swimmingly, and he was home in the late afternoon. I saw him on Wednesday when I was up helping Mom with her computer.
Isn’t he just the biggest sad sack of a dog?
Just look at that poor face.
But don’t worry, he’s doing well. He’s putting weight on it, and he got up on that couch himself. But they do have to keep him calm and steady for at least 10 weeks – absolutely no running or horsing around with Jem.
They got an extra big crate so they can confine him when they aren’t home to keep an eye on him.
Though it looks like he might have to fight Winnie for it.