So today my puppy Louis went in for surgery. I picked him up and was told he’d be a little out of it for the rest of the night. I accepted that with a smile because this dude has A LOT of energy.
We get home and I’ve been trying to get him to relax with me but the silly guy won’t lay down. He just stands there swaying back and forth, eyes glassed over, reminding me of my roommate on her birthday. I’m assuming somewhere in the brain the message of being tired and telling the body to lay down got lost. Then again, when you get the spins after a night of drinking do you want to lay down??
Well…this is what happens when a puppy is drunk (on medicine, of course. I’d never feed my dog alcohol).