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My dog will be one week out from his TPLO surgery tomorrow. WEll, let’s call it a week today. It’s Monday, and it feels like the most Monday of all Mondays to date.

See, Ralph won’t settle. He has enough gabapentin and trazodone coursing through his veins to theoretically sleep all the time. It worked for his first TPLO surgery.

I take that back. He was dozy most of the way through his first recovery. Toward the end of his confinement, though, he was pretty antsy, as though he’d built up a tolerance to the drugs. But starting out this early, as antsy as he is, I’m not sure what to think.

Is it possible he still has that same tolerance for the drugs? Is he being a little shit because it’s raining out? Is he fussing because I’m anxious as you-know-what myself, and he can sense it? Howard sleeps through my anxiety just fine, so that’s probably not it.

The worst part of my failure here is that I don’t think to get in touch with his surgeon until after hours. Of course.

And to be honest, I think I could live through it. Ralphie’s favorite person and housemate, though? He’s having a hard time with the restless barks, the short-track pacing, light growling, all things Ralphie’s doing to get action from his sucker of a best friend, who works at home, too.

I’m trying to satisfy many masters, it seems, while not having a lot of wherewithal to do so. I’m so very open to suggestions.

A quick thanks

Many thanks to those of you who’ve kept reading, or just started reading, up to into, I think, week two. I appreciate you!