Wine...
It began well enough. I worked from home so I could keep an eye on King and make sure he didn't get into his bandage. Until late afternoon, all was golden. Then he started tugging at the tape. I tried wetting it with Listerine...and King licked it off my fingers. I called local pet supply big boxes about inflatable barrier collars. Found one nearby that had an XL in stock, and went to get it. By the time I got home, King had torn the top of the bandage and started on the stitches.
I got the collar on him. He hates it, and he's upset. He was able to eat dinner and drink water. Tried lying down, but was too agitated. He is now up on the couch next to me. He fell asleep on my left arm, so I'm typing one-handed. I take him in first thing tomorrow to get rebandaged. The clinic offers day boarding, and I think I will opt for that so I don't have to worry about Himself the Elf during the day.
The guilty party:
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