Drunk Mabel

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:

She cried a bit in the night. I was up quite a bit checking on her. At 2:30 I realized I had forgotten dinner! I made some toast and took her a teaspoon of peanut butter. Mabel lapped that down and I got in bed and suddenly the high pitched whine started. I turned on the lights and started asking her questions? Do you need outside? Do you need a cuddle? Creek?? (That one got me an "Are you freaking nuts?" look). I finally realized she was hungry!

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!