An unpleasant trip to the vet

Got back just in time to make the vet appointment for Fritz and Little Bear, a fact which made neither of them the least bit happy. Fritz just needed some gruesome but minor work done on his ear, but since he is a rather large and uncivilized creature (AKA KopKruncher) the vet basically refused to go near him with sharp objects unless he was unconscious. Fortunately for Fritz, he passed out on the pre-op shot and didn't get the big needle'o'dope. So he was stumbling around shortly after we dragged his limp ass home. He's still pretty logy, but fine.

Poor Little Bear, though got his whole day (not to mention all his prospects for romance and progeny) ruined. Right now he doesn't think he'll ever be the same. At the time of this photo he was still just basically fifty pounds of Jello in a dogskin: We deposited him in the Big Doghouse and sat down to lunch. Shortly after he woke up, sort of, but couldn't move and kind of panicked. We settled him down and he passed out again: Now he's just sitting out the rest of the day. Hopefully he'll be moving around by this evening, but the dope hit him pretty hard. I'm sure glad we're done with that, because it's upsetting when bad things happen to my puppy.


Magnus is always funny around Little Bear. Most of the time he's just grumpily tolerant, but whenever LB is in any sort of distress he becomes a Jewish mother. Right now the last thing LB needs is smothering from Magnus, so I've got him quietly in Gitmo and he's just sleeping it off.