Poor baby

My poor little baby Silas had his surgery today. He was scheduled to go in tomorrow but I got a call yesterday from the vet's office saying that there wouldn't be a doctor available to do it it then. So we moved it to today and I am hoping that he is healed enough to go to class next Tuesday since he had to miss his first one tonight (however Kevbot and I will be attending). I emailed the instructor yesterday as soon as I found out we had to move his surgery and have not heard back from her so since we need to pick out his leash and collar we will go and watch the other people and maybe learn something. I am also making Kevin tell her that we will not be using hot dogs or a choke collar. The vet called me around 11:30 to let me know that he was out of surgery and doing well. I called to check on him around 4:30 and was informed that as soon as the anesthesia started to wear off and he started to wake up he immediately took off his bandages and tried to chew his sutures. Yep, you guessed it my poor baby now has to wear the cone of shame until all his sutures are removed and he is healed up. Poor guy!