When Nicky had his cancer surgery in April, I stopped by the vet clinic after lunch to see how he was doing. He was awake and still a little groggy but recognized me and was responsive. The vet told me they wanted to keep him a minimum of 2 more hours and possibly longer before allowing him to come home. I said, OK, I'm going to get a haircut and will try to stay local in case you need me to take him earlier. They insisted it would not be any earlier. 45 minutes later while I was in Borders, I get a call. COME GET NICKY, NOW!!!
I could hear him the minute I opened the door to the clinic. He was digging to China in the crate. They told me I was going to have an awful time since he had been going on and on like that and had already destroyed one e-collar. As soon as he was with me, he settled right down. He got home, I put him in bed, he fell right to sleep next me.
I had warned them when I left him that they wouldn't want to keep him a minute longer than they had to since when he was neutered they had gotten complaints from their neighbors 5 doors down about him.