Recovering Nicely

Max got through his surgery without complications. When we went to pick him up from the vet last night, he was a little out of it from the anesthesia, but he was thrilled to see us in a doped up doggy sort of way. I know that he is glad to be coming home.

Yeah, he absolutely hates having that cone on his head, but I think that we may have to make him wear it when we go out and leave him home alone. I just don't want to take the chance that he'll chew off the bandage and rip out the stitches in his leg. Don't worry, we'll only humiliate him when no one else is around to see, when we go out.

By the way, is it obvious that we have a gay vet? I just love the pink bandage!

Here is a pic of the offending tumor. Gross, huh?