It took a few days. I think it must be bad enough to take your children in for dental surgery of some kind, but at least they can talk to you, even if it is with a mouthful of cotton. These fur kids ..... you have to be a mind reader.
Poor Cooper wasn't in very good shape. He wandered around like he knew he lived here, but couldn't figure out just which way to go to get to the kitchen. Luckily he slept pretty good the first night, but ate nothing. No surprise there.
Yesterday morning he sat in the living room and barked. Just like a "pointer", he will freeze and point to the ball if it's where he can't reach. It's always there, even if you can't see it. He's got a nose like a drug dog and he's NEVER wrong!! Back on the floor I go in the downward dog position until I finally spot the ball. He grabbed it with relish!! YAY!!!