I went and picked up our new dog from the vet today - he had his operation over the weekend.
The vet the shelter uses to perform the operations is located in Highland Park, right next door to the famous Chicken Boy - seen here against a cloudy sky.
The trip home was relatively easy. We got home and I took him to our vet. She was unhappy with the way the Highland Park vet had done the sutures, so she wanted to re-do them. I agreed, and let her keep him for an hour or so.
Now he's home. He was a little punch-drunk from the anesthesia at first, but after a while I took him for a walk. I watched him walk around the new house with the cone on his head. It's really hard not to laugh at the odd predicaments he puts himself in. The cone is a problem going up stairs and around tight corners. It's also easy to flip your dinner upside down with a cone on your head.
Right now he has finished his dinner and his medication, had a walk, and is taking a little rest.
We think we'll name him Jack. What do you think?