Update

Sam is back home now after his surgery. He's walking around drunkenly and sliding all over the place on the tile, poor thing. Everything went well; he now has a registered microchip and no reproductive capabilities. Thank goodness.

I've lost my manhood. Sigh...

Apparently Sam's been serenading the vet's office all day with his pitiful, groggy whining. When I came in to pick him up the vet and two of the technicians told me how Sam had been crooning ever since he started waking from the anesthesia. The vet proclaimed, "No one can sing like a drunk Labrador!"

Still sleepy from the anesthesia

And we heard him from the front desk, all right. Not barking, nothing with any energy to it, just a few whines and then a warbling cry. Evidently the vet's office was also boarding a pack of four beagles, so every time Sam would sing, he'd set them all to howling. I feel I should buy the vet some aspirin or something for the headache she'll surely have tonight.

Trying to stand up straight, not doing it quite right

I only took these few pictures because I didn't want to bother him with the camera flash or anything, although he's so groggy I doubt he noticed. Once inside, Sam ate two milkbones and then laid down for a bit, before deciding that wasn't enough food and half-heartedly mouthing his kong toy. He's asleep again now, his efforts fruitless, but when he wakes up I'll give him a little bit of food to tide him over for tonight. Tomorrow he'll get his normal suppers and his Heartgard for a treat.

I feel sleepy, Mom.

For the next week Sam will have to stay mainly indoors to keep his stitches clean, so hopefully we'll be able to keep him fairly subdued. Of course, you've seen what happens when he has the run of the house, so who knows what next week will bring...