Another night in hospital..

I have to stay in the hospital another night because I haven't shown any interest in food. I'll have to stay on IV medication for now. Oh woe, ...I do regret swallowing those pebbles. :(

I swallowed two more pebbles...

It was sometime before Mum cut the rhubarb when I swallowed the pebbles. Perhaps the evening before, when Claire and I were being rascals. I was wondering if I should tell Mum and Dad, but after wondering for a while I vomited one up right in  front of Dad's guest and gave it all away. They looked at me sideways until the next morning, when Dad brought me back to the vet.
Sure enough, my other pebble showed up on the x-ray, so it was back to surgery for Gromit. I just had my staples removed from my last pebble removal, ...now I'm all stapled up again.

Mum and Dad are pretty upset. They said I'm going to have to wear a basket muzzle because I can't afford to have more problems with my insides. I don't even know what a basket muzzle is yet, but this doesn't sound good - I wouldn't be able to put my mouth over Clifford's head if my mouth was covered up.

I don't mean to swallow pebbles.. ..they're just so..yummy..So are sticks, and flowers from the garden, and Mum's toes under her desk. I'm a Basset and I like to taste things; sometimes my attention is swayed and whatever I'm tasting slips down my throat. AaarrRrOoops. (I've never swallowed Mum's toes of course..)

I should be able to go home today. The surgery wasn't as extensive as last time, but still resulted in the same large incision. I'm very sore. :(
Dad's going to have to carry me around for a while longer, I guess.

Home Is Where the Hound Is

It's good to be home. I'm back to snoozing under Mum's desk, barking at the church-goers, and helping in the garden. My poop is looking good too. I still have 27 staples in my belly and a bald spot with a fuzzy patch where my Fentynal patch was, but neither really bothers me too much. I made and agreement with Mum and Dad that I would not lick my staples so long as they do not put that cone on my head. Basset Hounds do not wear the cone of shame (we are too handsome).

Dad shoveled every single rock and pebble out of the yard,; every edible rock is gone. At first I was, like, what!? now what will we get into along the side of the house? but this has all turned out for the better. Now instead of rocks there is soil - dark, soft soil which is awesome because it gives my cute floppy paws even more places to dig. I sank my chubby toes into it's richness and Mum scolded me saying it was for plants not silly dogs, which only means new greens things to eat are on the way. I can digest green things.

Apparently we go in on Friday to have my staples removed and to see Dr. Thomspon (who I have a little crush on...). I'm fine with a quick visit with everyone BUT I'M NOT STAYING THE NIGHT! As much as I like everyone there I like sleeping in my own king sized bed.

:)

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