He was still on a higher dose of medication which made him drowsy, but they didn't want him trying to get up just yet. She said he would probably end up with a scar on his shoulder from where the bullets hit him, but it could be much worse. He would also most likely have anxiety toward louder noises, but we would deal with that as the time came. I thanked her, hugging her before she left me alone with my dog. He looked so much better already. As I stood there petting him and talking to him, his tail started to go a mile a minute, making me happy. Soon, one of the guys who worked there came over to check on him, letting me know they would take him back in a few minutes to clean his wound and change the bandages. I kissed Duke on his nose and told him to be good before stepping out of the wa
