The good kind

Well, Sharkdog is a free man. This morning we took him to the vet to have his stitches removed and boy, he did not like it. I don't know how many stitches he had, but there's a mighty long scar. I would post a photo, but it's right by his private bits and I don't need to be showing that online. Let's let the dog retain a least a little bit of his dignity.

I tried to capture Sharkdog's joy at his new found freedom, but this was the most joyous photo I captured.

He may looked perplexed, but his tail is wagging.

And in the name of full disclosure, I admit that bribes were used during this photo session.

Ah ha! I have his attention now!

This is how I found him when I entered the room, but I didn't think this photo truly expressed Sharkdog's happiness to get rid of the cone.

While this photo doesn't do a good job of displaying Sharkdog's happiness, it does show his excellent Eeyore impersonation.

But he perked right up when he saw I had crackers with me. He sat, lied down, and even attempted to roll over. I was just trying to get him to sit, but when there are treats involved, sometimes he automatically starts going through his whole repertoire. Even though he was happy to get the treats, I think he was still a little emotionally scarred from having the stitches removed.

You would not believe what they did to me! It makes a dog nervous to have someone snipping around with cold scissors down there!

We know, Sharkdog, we know. After removing the stitches the doctor gave us the good news. The mole didn't show any signs of cancer. It was the good kind, he told us.