The call from the vet clinic came early this morning, around 7:30am — our dear Dipstick had met all the criteria for release and could come home. An hour later we drove over to pick him up, and he greeted us with the demeanor of a conquering hero (which, all things taken into account, he is).
While they had him knocked out for surgery, and at our request, they gave The ‘Stick a much-needed haircut. Actually, they pretty much shaved him down, leaving some hair on his ears and “spats” on his hind feet. He looks like a totally different goofy-ass dog.
His energy is surprisingly good and his appetite is back. Once he got over the initial excitement of the homecoming and reunions he’s been pretty sedate, but I predict it’ll be a genuine challenge keeping him down while he heals.
He’ll be on a special diet, a probiotic supplement, an antibiotic pill and an anti-inflammatory for a while. And he has to wear The Cone of Shame for two weeks.
Anyway, the band’s back together. We’ll watch Dipstick closely here the next few days and then, as a family, we roll on toward Arkansas.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.