She’s back

We thought the anesthesia might give us two or three days of peace in the house, but this morning Coco was acting like that hysterectomy she had yesterday never happened. We’re supposed to keep her calm and immobile through the weekend, but I have no idea how we’re going to do that, especially since Chuck was over the moon to see her and immediately threw himself on his back so she could get a good chunk of his neck in her mouth. Chuck likes to act cool and uninterested, but I think he’d totally give Coco a kidney if she needed one.