We made it home!

We have made it home! Duke's surgery has been successful so far and we are anxious to see him heal. Our first night home we realized the poor guy couldn't fit comfortably in his crate with a cone on his head. Needless to say, there wasn't much sleep going on for anyone in the house that night. I coaxed him out of his crate sometime between midnight and sunrise and convinced him to finally lay his head down to rest on my lap- I think we both fell asleep on the floor. The next morning he was still very tired, nodding off in his plastic cone. He wouldn't drink water or potty, so as a last resort we tried to give him ice cubes as "treats" and he took to them well. Now he is eating them by the tray full. His ankle below his incision was extremely swollen from the surgery the first day home also. I was worried there was too much swelling, but the Vet's office assured me it was normal. A friend of mine was kind enough to loan me a soft collar for Duke to alleviate some of his discomfort. Upon bringing it home from work last night I was greeted with a GIANT pile of dog poop on my bedroom rug! On top of that, he decided to limp through it, all over the bedroom (where we were confining him as his crate is too small) AND on the bed! HOW he managed to get onto the bed I will never understand! So,unfortunately, I spent the remainder of my evening scrubbing. Not the best way to spend an evening. Today he is restless. He's been talking in his crate, making cute whining noises begging to come out. Every time he has suckered me into thinking he needs to potty, he has done nothing but stand there, on three legs sniffing the fresh air. Can you blame him?