Buster

Between barfing, Buster was lying on the veranda trying not to move.

Millie was staying close by.

In the vet's office, this other isolated dog watched us.

He looks scared.

One of the dogs who lives there.

He looks pissed.

There's a bit of barium on his nose.

This dog over in the haircut clinic would gladly trade positions with Buster.

I think this dog was trying to get the red and yellow things off its head.

We gave Buster the chance to walk around on his own but these three dogs started barking and he ran away.

This solidly built woman takes her dog home.

Swarmed.

The dog barber.

These guys were waiting for a haircut.

Pickpocket caught?

Cat butt.

Is your name Luky?

Treating another dog.

Buster was not full of energy.

He looks like his dog. I wish I got a better picture.

No resemblance.

A potentially tense confrontation turned into nothing.

We had to leave Buster there for a few hours so he could drink from an IV drip.

Heading back to the vet. It would be hard to explain that I was perfectly safe where I took these pictures.

Buster stayed in a cage for several hours while water was fed intravenously to him.

Those are his X-rays.

Back home, he wasn't active.

Back at the vet on Sunday.

While waiting for his operation to end.

This dog didn't look so good.

Here's Buster after the operation.

And here's Millie wondering how long she'll be an only child for.