Mabel was still feeling the effects of the morphine when she got home. She simply refused to get out of the car until her Auntie Rottrover showed up.
Note the lean in this one... She would lean, lean more, lean more and suddenly pop up! But she would not get out of the car!
Auntie Rottrover had me get Mabel some beef jerky, so I gave her a small piece. She kept spitting at me! When I came back in the house after getting the car situated and the gates all locked, I noticed it was in her mouth:
And she spit it at me again!
I did feed her a small meal as her vet advised. Mabel ate it up and napped in her bed until bedtime. Look how weak her hind legs are:
I fed her another small meal. She pottied and put herself to bed! Now she's still whining a bit but she's sun baking on the porch!
I'm glad this one is behind us!