Harley is home. And in fact, Harley never suffered an operation. I took her to the vet's office, tortured her by leaving, and further tortured myself with thinking she was suffering when she actually was not. Instead, the big old vet assistant was walking her outside feeding her doggy 'green' treats while the doctor called me at work to consult with me.
"First, everything is o.k., Marie. But I don't think we need to do the surgery. Her leg is healing better than I ever expected. She is so strong she is dragging us all around the office. Let's just wait and see. Ummm, she could stand to lose a little weight though," he said.
"Yeh, buddy," I replied.
So, I spent $200 for the appointment, NSAIDs, expensive doggie diet food, and advise...
Ah who cares? Having Harley home is priceless...
