I typed a lengthy reply with all the details and it didn't save. I'm exhausted from no sleep the past two nights, so this is much shorter. Izzy is doing ok. She didn't sleep at all the first night and seemed to be in pain. Fentanyl patch seemed to kick in Saturday morning. She got her bandage off and licked her staples today because I made the mistake of leaving the room at the same time as Reed. She'd been totally disinterested previously and didn't have the cone on because she can't get comfortable in it. My bad. I don't think the cone will stop her so not sure what to do tomorrow - I have to go to the doctor, if not work.

Lots and lots of fluid in the leg, swelled up like nobody's business today. Plenty of bruising, too. Her dad sleeps like a rock, so I got stuck taking her out alone around 4 am and this with no sleep since Thursday night. Needless to say, I epic failed getting her back on her bed and half dropped her onto the wounded leg. Of course, I am now convinced that I ruined the repair. Ugh.

Here are a few photos. Again, sorry for the brevity but I don't have the patience or energy to retype everything. I'll fill in the blanks once I get some sleep!

Thanks, Sally!

We did have another really rough night - everybody was up. Izzy seems restless only at night and we aren't great whine translators. The vet ok'd giving tramadol as needed/for pain and or ace to calm her down. Last night we tried half a dose of sedative and when she seemed to be hurting an hour later, a dose of tramadol. Seems that was a mistake.

She was still agitated and yelping/barking, so we tried taking her out to potty. She collapsed on the ground with only her rump held up by the sling and did poop (first real one since surgery) but wouldn't get up. Her poppa scooped her up and carried her into the house and we put her down in the kitchen. It was about 230 in the morning at this point, so I told him to move her (fancy new) memory foam bed downstairs so he could rest - the alarm was set for 410!

Izzy was scary stoned. I couldn't get her to open her eyes and her gums seemed pale. She didn't respond to my voice at all, either. Reed hadn't gone off the get the bed yet, so I asked him to get a little water. I propped Izzy up and dabbed the water on her mouth. After a few times, it seemed to register and she started lapping up the little bit we'd put in her bowl. We gave her some kibble (we always put water in that, too) and - true to her fatdog nature - she dopily but greedily ate.

Thank GOD.

I really thought we were in trouble. We may have been, who knows. But I got the other dog bed and covered it with a sheet and stayed with her so her poppa could sleep. I just couldn't ... too nervous and watching every breath ... but I finally moved to the couch when Izzy started snoring loudly and her silly sister Stormy just would share the dogbed nicely anymore.

She doesn't want to walk really at all today. I think she's really starting to feel sore ... I know that when I had surgeries, I didn't feel bad until the second or third day. Not really worried about the crazy swelling and bruising as I think that is normal and I am using cold packs. It does seem to make her more comfortable.

Here are my girls at about 4 a.m. this morning:

And don't worry about me, I was getting shots in my wrists to help with carpal tunnel ... can you say Owwww lol

Paws crossed that Izzy is over the hump!