Sorry I've been away the past day or so - Mort went in for a successful surgery yesterday, and is now back home panting with red and blue leg bandages. A tiny bit miraculously, with help getting up, he can already walk around on his own for brief spurts, which has him thinking that he's perfectly fine and we're just torturing him with a needless leg shaving and restrictive bandaging.
Currently, he's looking at me as if he can't understand why we're not on a walk.
