Last night Beata noticed that Oliver somehow had managed to tear the fine suturing done by the tremendously qualified Doctor. How? Who knows? He's like magic.
We have done our best to keep him calm, but that's kind of difficult to do with a young Weimaraner who loves to run and play. Of course he's still scared too. In fact, when I'm sitting on the couch and he's lying on the chair next to the couch, all I have to do is stand up, and like a cartoon character, he's gone with only wisps of curled air remaining.
We tried keeping him in the crate more, but his energy level is too high for that. He just tries to get out and probably causes even more stress to the area in question. We try keeping him and Remeo separate so they don't excite each other. I think that, because of the high energy and excitement levels he has, the Doctor may have to give him some medicine to keep him calm while he heals. Otherwise, this same thing might happen again. I don't like the idea of that type of medicine, but it may be necessary for his own benefit.
We'll find out later today. I'm supposed to call in after 4 pm for an update. Hopefully all is well and Ollie will be well. When I get the update, and to keep everyone posted, I'll post it.
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