Daisey did well in the surgery. Poor girl is stuck in a cone for the next 10 days. She looks like she's got long eye lashes on her face because of the stitches.
She's adapting to the cone okay. It took her 2 or 3 days to figure out how to eat out of a bowl, we were scattering her food on to the floor for her the pick it up, and she has yet to master the technique of drinking water without tipping the bowl after she is done. Daisey was back to her old rambunctious self by Sunday, running around in the yard (supervised, of course) and scooping up snow into her cone (not on purpose, of course). She has also tried to bite Milo on the back of his leg (a favorite pasttime of hers) on more than one occassion, even though she's not doing that all that well right now.
We spent the weekend at home cuddling with Daisey. Daisey is not normally a cuddly girl but likes to be in the same room with the people she loves. But this weekend, there has been LOTS of cuddling. I have never had her ask me to carry her so many times and never had her crawl into my lap when I've sitting on the floor or on the couch.
I can't wait for her to get her stitches out. She'll be so happy when her head is no longer in that cone thing...