Like owner, like dog.

One of our dogs, Connery, had to go under the knife today.

Well, more accurately, under the dental pick. He had his teeth cleaned. For dogs, they put them under general anesthetic so that they can do extractions, root canals, whatever without injuring themselves or the dog.

He just got home and has been moping around the house, whining these sad, pitiful little moans and resting his head on my knee / hand / couch / chair any chance he gets. He'll look up at me with the saddest puppy-dog eyes ever, and let out this soft little cry of discontent every few seconds.

If he were me, I'd say "quit whining, you're fine, you just had your teeth cleaned". And I'd still keep whining because that way I might get more attention, and possibly a favor or two. Like getting to avoid doing the laundry. Or vacuuming. Or anything other than sitting on my bed eating ice cream and watching bonnet dramas.

But he's a dog. He normally doesn't do this. He does "unk" on occasion, but it's in the morning when he has to pee or if he wants to get up on the bed and cuddle. We always take him out to pee first, because you don't want to get that sequence wrong.

So I'm a little concerned. I called the vet and asked if I could give him some ibuprophen or something.

"The vet is busy with a client right now. But he wanted us to tell you please don't give the dog anything until you talk to the vet first. He'll call you right back."

Apparently it's about as urgent as when I whine about being in pain.

I wonder if dogs like bonnet dramas. I'm pretty sure they like ice cream.