Mike and I always joke that Gilfoyle is our little linebacker, because he was built solid and tough -- just like the football players in that position. But there's really not much that slows him down and so I only had minimal dog mom worries when I dropped off our linebacker for "Big Boy Surgery". I knew he'd fine and, of course, he was. Plus, being the resilient puppy that he is, he also had a noticeably smoother postoperative experience -- at least compared to Pierogi. He displayed fewer indications of pain and overall, seemed to bounce back more quickly. In case you're curious, here's what Gilly's recovery was like...
By the way, we waited to have some fun and snapped these photos yesterday, and the carrots don't actually have anything to do with this post :) The photos just crack me up!
Day of Gilly's "Big Boy Surgery" (by which we mean neuter):
- 7:25 am: Gilly and I head out for the vet. We're running late because I can't decide on a collar! He gets to ride shotgun in the car and we turn on country music to put us (me) at ease. When we arrive to the vet, I check-in, and Gilly enthusiastically greets the resident cat. Then, a vet tech tells us that we have to part ways and I remind Gilly that I love him SOOO much and to call me if he needs anything. Hah.
- 9:40 am: The vet calls to tell me that Gilly is ready to be picked up. I'm surprised by the quick turnaround (when Pierogi went in, he was gone for well over half of a day), but am thrilled to head back! I race over and as soon as I step into the lobby, I spot Gilly waiting in the back room. I frantically wave at him, but he doesn't wave back. He glares at me and then to the resident cat. I check-out and then excitedly follow the vet tech towards Gilly. As we approach him, I notice that he has a neon bandage wrapped around the arm where he had an IV. (Pierogi didn't come home with a bandage.) I think he looks adorable and oogle over his little bandage before gently scooping him from a vet crate.
- 9:50 am: Gilly and I head home. He does not ride shotgun this time. He rides safely in his crate and I slowly drive home. As we progress at this very safe pace, I think of the "Baby on Board" car window clings and consider ordering one ;) When we're a within a block from our home, I call Mike for help unloading Gilly. Perfectly timed, we pull up and Mike walks out. We maneuver a two-person lift of Gilly's crate and immediately situate him inside and away from Pierogi. We forget to shut the car doors and consequently, the battery dies...
- 10:00 am: Gilly is normally an active pupper and clings to Pierogi, but to help him stay in place, we leave him in his crate and hope that he'll drift off. He begins to whimper and we interpret the behavior as a sign of pain. As I turn to grab his pain medicine, Gilly squats to do his business. Oh, that's what he meant! We ditch the crate and lay out a soft comforter blanket for Gilly. He accepts this switch and spends the next ten minutes trying to find a comfortable resting position.
- 10:10 am: Pierogi vocalizes his opinion over being separated from Gilly, and I explain that it's only temporary.
- 12:00 pm: Gilly wakes up from a string of "half naps" and we take him out for his first walk -- just to the end of our block. He walks a little funny, but otherwise does fine. After the walk, we try feeding him his missed breakfast. We feed him the standard amount of his standard meal and he scarfs it down.
- 1:30 pm: Gilly rips his bandage off.
- 2:15 pm: Gilly begins to perk up. When I peek in on him in Mike's office, he's cheerfully working on a bully stick and hurries over to greet me. Also, I stop taking observation notes after this point because nothing notable occurs. Gilly continues to rest as much as he can; we take short walks; keep the boys separated (except for a momentary jailbreak); Gilly eats dinner at the normal time; doesn't battle taking his prescriptions; barks at squirrels; and finally, falls asleep for the night in his crate.
The next day, Gilly only continued to improve. He went about his day as normal and was his same sweet self. He had few urges to lick his wound and never needed to wear a cone (quite the opposite of this fellow). Pierogi was pretty traumatized by his experience (and required more nurturing), so we were prepared for the worst!
What was your pup's experience like? It's clearly different for every dog! Have you ever helped a dog recover from a spay? Is the recovery noticeably different?
P.S. Enjoy the holiday weekend! We'll meet you back here on Wednesday!
Woof! (Hey, there!) Pierogi, Gilly and Sarah here. Thanks for stopping by our dog blog. We're a little dog-obsessed around here and Pierogi & Co. is all about inspiring you to enjoy the dog days. Because life's more fun with your best (furry) friend by your side. So grab a bone and follow along as we stop to sniff the flowers...