Poor Ollie - he had been sick as a dog, so off he went to the V-E-T. After a thorough examination, the diagnosis was that he had urethral prolapse. http://www.doggedhealth.com/diseases-a-symptoms/diseases-a-conditions/urethral-prolapse.html
The following day (Tuesday), he had surgery. His doctor recommended that neutering would help to alleviate the problem before it escalated to the really serious stage.
Tuesday was a LONG day for me. My pawrents gave me extra treats, walks, hugs and reassurance and I was anxiously looking forward to having him back home.
However . . . I certainly wasn't prepared for this. When I saw him stagger (from medication) into the house, his cute face surrounded by a *lampshade*, I was petrified and lost my composure.
For me, this was a natural reaction because I am afflicted with fear aggression and that sight made my fur turn even more white. Who was this strange dog ???
Ollie has been on bed rest, is still on medication and even has a soft blue collar for bedtime. He's almost back to his normal (annoying) self.
I finally got accustomed to seeing his face in a collar. We're all just grateful that he's mending nicely and we will have another reason for which to be thankful on Thursday.