The recovery begins...

She is back and much worse for the experience.

Fexophenedine (AKA Allegre AKA Allie ) is back home and miserable.

She is now sporting a stylish pink cast and looking like she is drunk as a judge after a night out with the boys.

She came through the surgery well, it seems, but the recovers is obviously not setting that well with her. She moans like a basset hound and refuses to move. We keep her all medicated with Doggie Dope but she still is howling whenever we are not in the room with her.

She is far more upset at the surgery than the initial trauma. The Mrs. spent the night with her to keep her feeling safe and shit. I spent the night sleeping. ( I AM an asshole.)

Today I am looking forward to watching Allie hobble in the snow to do her doggie things. This should be amusing.