The beagle is back home after a night in the hospital. Yes, she’s smashed off her face on drugs, mostly wrapped in a MASSIVE bandage and quite pissed off with the world, but we’re all allowed to be like that after surgery.
It doesn’t help that it’s the hottest day of the year. When the sun – already lower than proper summer – hit the thermometer earlier, it showed 46.8C.
But even that was only 11 more than in the shade.
I’ve just remembered that I’m playing football this evening. :/
So now comes the hard work. The rehabilitation, gentle exercise, general care. Of the beagle, obviously.
A long road ahead. But it’s good to have her home.