Just dropped Smokey off at the vets. Since he was just there, he was happy to see everyone again but kept looking at me (making me feel guilty) as they took his leash and lead him into the back room. I have no doubts that he will be fine but there is just that little pull as you leave one of your "kids" behind.

I had to laugh though. When we got there there was a white Eskimo dog Eli that was waiting to be seen and Smokey and he had to say hello to each other. Just before we left a bassett hound came in. I patted his head and asked his name and she said Bandit. So the vets office has "Smokey and the Bandit" in their office today - LOL!

Although the surgery won't be done until later, I will be anxiously awaiting their call to see how he is.