Clean bill of health

Other than going from "OMG I want to meet that dog and that dog and that dog and that person and another person and another person!" to "OMG they're going to take me to the back room without my human!?? PANIC!" at the vet's office this afternoon, there's nothing exciting to report. Doogie's stitches came out fine, the surgery sites all look great, his bowel's aren't backed up - he's just fine!



Oh, well wait - our vet DID say the dog is officially a nutjob. Yup - that's the official term. He's never met a dog that's taken off all the bandages (even eaten them!) and then stopped right there - not bothering to rip out all the stitches. Hm...waitasec. Maybe we named Doogie correctly!? Maybe he's got a medical career ahead of him, and he KNEW it was ok to remove the bandages but to leave in the stitches - much like his namesake - Doogie Howser.

OH! And there was someone else in the waiting room who ALSO has a Doogie Bowser (the receptionist pointed that out to us). What're the odds?