She slept most of the afternoon, her eyes watery and squinty, her head resting on the armrest. I carried her in my arms, one arm around her chest and one behind her butt, and gently lifted her onto the floor. The vet said she would get the anesthesia out of her system faster if she breathed deeply and walked around. She rolled onto her side and I saw her shaved stomach and 2 inch red scar. She whimpered and licked it a few times, then went back to sleep.
9:11PM. She lifts her head off her doggy bed and looks at Bill. She whimpers. I wait, anxious to see what will happen next. She whimpers again. I gave her her pain pill 2 hours ago, so it should have taken effect by now. She whine again, barks softly, wagging her tail, and pulls herself up to a standing position. Walking slowly over to Bill, she leans into him where he sits on the couch, doing homework. He leans over, and whispers gently in her ear. She lays down at his feet, rolls up, and shows him her belly. He pats her gently and she whines again, her tail wagging just a little bit.