Puppy Surgery

My dog is my child. Best Friend. Pain in the ass. All rolled into one. And today he's at the vet's office getting his first surgery to remove a lump from his leg that contains a few cancer cells. A routine surgery from what I am told. But the stress is killing me. First of all he gave me the eyes of death. Worse than the "you're leaving" eyes. Even more worse than the "you forgot to give me a treat when I did something cute" eyes. Right at this moment at noon he should be coming out of anisthesia or still sleeping. A stoned puppy awaits me later this afternoon with a few stitches and a nice lamp shade for his head (necessary so he doesn't lick or nibble at the stitches). I'm normally writing my blog with him at my feet hoping that I'm going to drop something in his direction. So let us all hope that he'll be back to normal, free of cancer in a few weeks doing tunnels under everyone's legs regardless of heigh, looking for food and giving the eyes again.