Chop Chop

If you recall way back when, we discovered that Logan only had one descended testicle. The advice the vet gave then was to wait a few months to see if the other would descend. If it didn't, it was advisable to remove it as it would susceptible to being cancerous later on in his life. Well, it hasn't, so on Monday, he was finally taken for the chop :).

When I came back that evening, he looked way miserable.... probably still wearing off the after effects of the general anaesthesia. Plus, poor doggies are never meant to be put in cones, they just look much worse for wear.

Here was the face the greeted me that evening:

▲ his eyes were red, probably because he was still groggy from the GA

Instead of his usual perky self when anyone went to say hello to him, he was barely lifting his eyelids to see who it was.... poor puppy....

The next morning, the maid was gonna take him for his morning walk, but he only made it to the front of the car porch... but he looked much better... no more bloodshot eyes... and was more responsive....

▲ he came over to the grill to let me pat his head, eyes not red anymore after

a good night's sleep

▲ the manja fella... kept his head resting in between the grills even 

after I was done patting and giving him the sayangs

This morning, he seems back to his usual self.... jumping up at the kitchen window to see what and who's cooking.... hehehe....

Oh ya, he also went for an x-ray for his hips while he was out cold as he looked like his hind legs were bowed. Vet says that his hip dysplaxia was quite severe with only about a quarter of his bone sitting in the socket. This will inevitably cause joint pains when the fella is older and the solution when it gets to that stage would be surgery.

How come dogs are able to bring about such emotions in human beings? Are they the smarter creature?