Thanks everyone for your good wishes. I woke up this morning with my tail wagging and high hopes for more of that extra peanut butter I've been getting to take my pills and more of that extra loving and lap time.
The bonk, bonk, bonk of that silly collar is pretty frustrating -- but when I'm up on a lap, or when Dogdad takes me out, I don't have to wear it.
The collar definitely keeps me from getting close enough to a bush to sniff and lift my leg; that's why Dogdad takes me out without the collar -- it's a guy thing!
And it's also changed my precise calculations as to what it takes to jump up on the couch, chair, or Mom's lap. Fortunately, the folks have figured it out and lift me up.
My brother has been pretty cool - he's sniffed me in all the usual places and Mom and Dogdad are keeping an eye on us to avoid any outside excitement.
So all is well -- this is Day 2, and only 8 to 12 to go before the stitches get removed and the collar can come off. In the meantime, half of my face is like a smooth terrier and the other half is like my wirey self!! Will that change my personality? Only time till tell. In the meantime, lots of woofs to everyone!!