HAPPY B-DAY LITTLE GUY!

Harley turned six months yesterday.  Unfortunately I was so out of it from the earlier part of the weekend, that I didn't get any pics to commemorate the day.  I'll try to do that later today.

Here's one of the first pics I took of him, and the last.  (luckily the cone is off)

  

GOODBYE MR. CONE

This is the last day he'll have to wear the cone.  He's healing nicely, so I've decided to take it off of him and give him back his freedom tomorrow morning.

Poor little man.

HIS SURGERY IS DONE!

Today was Harley's surgery.  When we got up this morning he kept giving me these really sad looks.  I think he knew what was coming.

I was trying not to be a nervous wreck, so I went out and knit with the girls for a few hours.  As the horribly over-reacting mother that I am, I called and checked on him several times.

When they finally told me I could come and pick him up, I rushed up to the vets office so I could see my baby.  When they finally brought him out to me he had this funny little cone around his neck.  And for the first time ever, when the vet tech put him in my arms and I tried to kiss him, he turned his head and refused to give me a kiss.  I knew at that moment he was really pissed off at me.

He's been wobbling around the house, because he keeps putting his head down.  And walking into walls and furniture.

But don't feel too sorry for him.  He has managed to figure out how to get out of the cone, twice.  Smart little whipper-snapper!