* Edited: I think I just fixed it. I am not sure it will stay fixed, but the latch is working right now and it turns on. Fingers crossed.
First order of business on Monday
Dudley is doing very well, despite breaking every restriction on the vet's list. His stitches are fine, he is sleeping on his favorite chair with his head under the pillow, and all is right with the world. Last night we had a half night of sleeping in the crate. Dudley is long when he sprawls, and the crate really can't handle a Dudley full length sprawl with bonus stretch anymore. And this pissed him off. Around 2 a.m. I woke up to the sound of Dudley violently rearranging the blanket in the crate, and SIGHING. Loud, disgusted sighs. Flounce, scritch at blanket, flop, sigh. Get up. Repeat. It was driving me nuts and my allergies were bothering me anyway, so I let him out of the crate and moved to the living room couch, because the couch is lower if he's going to insist on sleeping with me. He made a nest on a throw at the end of the couch, no longer compelled to sprawl because he won the crate argument. I was awake for hours. Girl was working a double shift so she got home at 8 a.m., went to bed, then got up at 2 and went back to work, only pausing to make a fuss over her baby. It's a good thing that we timed this surgery for when I am off work, because I spent the day recuperating and avoiding the Publix day before holiday Armageddon, I didn't have to go anywhere.
Tonight he can sleep in my bed if he wants. He's been jumping in and out of it anyway.