Poor Baby Boy Howie

That is what Hannah said when 

she called to check on Howie

tonight.

Here he is right after he came home

from his oral surgery.

His head so heavy he could not lift it up

from his water bowl.

He is one drugged up pooch.

It is now 9:00 pm and he has barely moved.

I was a wreck all day worrying

myself sick. He is nearly 15

so anesthesia is risky.

He has not been eating much

 at all these past weeks

so that has me worried also.

Perhaps it was his teeth.

We'll know in a week or so.

Meanwhile I have to get three HUGE 

pills a day into a dog who

 is too whacked out to eat and opening his 

sore mouth to push them down is an 

impossible feat on a good day.

Of course I'll be on the couch listening

all night to be sure he is OK.

My heart is breaking for my

Poor Baby Boy Howie

Z