🎵 The song for this post is Turn Down for What, by DJ Snake and Lil Jon 🎵
Sapo is home!
The surgery was a success: they pulled out some sausage skin (he'd gotten into an encased sausage a few days ago), something we couldn't identify (toy bits? cartilege?) but the major culprit was a little black rubber ball, which Karen and I could not identify.
We'll bring him back on Tuesday to get looked at, have a few medications for the next week or so (antibiotics, anti-nausea), and will be feeding him the blandest of bland food. Two weeks from now, we go back to get his sutures removed. The little broseph also has to wear a Cone of Shame until then to prevent him licking the wounds, but this is worthwhile.
He's a champ and we love him.
(Content Note: gross dog bodily functions)
The second footnote of the last post had a pretty gross detail of how Sapo's sickness interacted with our other dog, Rocco. It... got much worse yesterday. This is Rocco:
We got back from Sapo's vet visit to find Rocco had opened the fridge. This happened once before:
We thought Sapo was behind this: he's the more clever of the two dogs. We learned the hard way yesterday Rocco was fully capable of doing this himself. He ate a few cheeses, drank a chicken broth, and some peanut soup I made.
At 4:30 this morning, the eve on Sapo's surgery, I dreamt that Sapo was on top of me. I pet him and realized Rocco was on top of me. Then he pooped on me. He moved to another part of the bed near Karen and pooped there. It was not entirely solid. We raced to wash, scrub, and replace linens.
The moral of the story: Dogs are love, dogs are life. Please rescue a dog if you have it in your heart to do so.
But: If it's possible to be talked out of it, consider it!
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