Itzl has reached the pre-surgery point where he's not supposed to eat anything.
He can still have water for a few more hours, but no more food.
His "bloomers" have been trimmed back so when he can't get up to toilet himself for at least the next two days, he won't be fouling his fur.
He wasn't too sure about the trimming, but held still for it. They won't shave his knee until he's anesthetized for the surgery.
He's also a bit bewildered by the frequent visits to the vet's office, and pleased that it doesn't mean a long time there or deeply invasive procedures. I'm sure he'd feel differently if he knew about tomorrow.
So far, he's been proceeding the way he always does - alerting on sounds and snoozing in between.
Last night, we met with the Emergency Response Team to discuss some work we'll be doing for the OU Medieval Fair. This year, in addition to working in the Fair Office, we are organizing a Water Paws booth providing water and treats to the critters that are brought to the Fair, from rats and ferrets to cats and dogs. There will inevitably be a few snakes and lizards, too.
In the course of out discussions, I somehow got volunteered to give some speeches to the local fire departments and Emergency Response Teams about rescuing pets during emergencies and disasters, pets in disaster shelters, and service dogs in those same situations. I'm now putting together some story boards and panels for this information. Itzl, of course, will star in these things, even while he's recovering from his surgery.
he doesn't know this, either.
He just takes each day as it comes to him, one sound at a time.