Well, the pup is doing better. She mostly just lays still looking dazed. But I was finally able to get her to go outside. She walked a few little steps and then started hopping along quickly and I tried to stop her. Then I saw why she was hopping. A much larger dog from the neighborhood (one who is NEVER on a leash) had showed up. Being in her compromised state she ran after it, presumably to protect herself. The larger dog was a little freaked out and just sort of turned around in circles. I grabbed at Scarlett and finally picked her up. The owner of the dog didn't seem interested in the fact that his dog not being on a leash really freaked out my infirmed pup. All in all she is alright. No visible effects. I think I was probably more shaken up than her. We'll be going outside as a family from now on.

Labels: recovery, Scarlett, Surgery