I did feel pretty miserable when I got home. Rory was his normal self. Stellie, my bum's sore. Rory, that's not your bum, mate.
I think I will just sit on a comfy lap to ease my sore bum. Oh blimey Rory, its not your bum you plonker. Well it feels sore down there so what else could it be? Muuuuumm, Rory's being an idiot.
I don't want to play with my toys or chew my little bone. I'll just sleep for a while. Zzzzzzzzzzz
I'll just drool for a while.
Carol here, we got through the first night fine. Pups were up at 6.15 am and absolutely full of beans. I don't know how I am supposed to keep them quiet for the next 10 days. Rory is back to his normal self and Stella, while still seeming a little sore, is ruling the roost. Her tumour was removed and all is fine. She has about five stitches in her neck and four in her tummy. Rory has four on his testicles (or what's left of them, poor little fella). We go back in 10-14 days and have them removed.
They both ate like horses this morning and life goes on.
Have a great weekend everyone. No worries, and love, Carol, Stella and Rory
Bert, these photos are for your hat competition.
Mum has made us look like fools, even though we are invalids!
No worries, and love, Stella and Rory