Doggone Difficult Day

My poor little boy Celtic had a very rough day today. For the second time in the last couple of years, he had surgery to remove several benign fatty tumors called lipomas. We don't really know why he keeps developing these growths, but suspect that it might be hereditary since his brother developed them as well. Anyway, one of the lipomas under his arm had gotten to be really huge, so when he had his teeth cleaned today (which is done under anesthetic), we had the vet remove his tumors as well. The poor guy has many stitches in 3 different locations, which is making it difficult for him to lay comfortably, let alone get up and walk! He hasn't moved from his dog bed more than once in the 6 hours he's been home.

Hope, on the other hand, only had her teeth cleaned today. She was also put under general anesthesia, but instead of being sad and lethargic like Celtic, she mostly acted like she was drunk. She tried to visit every person inside and outside of the vet's office, and then fell over several times on the car ride home. In her first couple of hours here, she happily stumbled around the house, walking into walls and tripping over her own two feet. Her eyes were unable to focus and she appeared to have lost all of her better judgment, as she tried to climb onto the off-limits couch twice right in front of me. When she did sit down, she swayed and wobbled just like she was intoxicated. Now she's crashed out snoring in our bed. She seemed to be in good spirits though, so I didn't feel too bad laughing at her.

Celtic, on the other hand, I feel terrible about. I hate that he had to go through this all over again. :(