My elderly vizsla Marko went under anesthesia today to have his teeth cleaned and to have a benign skin tumor, which had begun bleeding, removed from his back. He's been on the couch for 45 minutes now in this exact pose:
I keep gently pushing his head and chest to his left so he's resting against the cushion, and he keeps sliding back to the right into a disorganized sprawl. Poor drunk dog.
The bandage on his forearm is pink with purple hearts.