Malcolm just picked him up from the vet. I saw the Suburban pull up and watched them from the upstairs window to see if Eddie was going to be able to jump down from the back. He did. He walked across the street and into the yard, and we gave him a big greeting but didn't touch under his neck because the stitches are there. You can't see the incision in all the fur. And Andrew fed him and Eddie ate, so it must not hurt to swallow, or maybe he was that hungry. And now he's hanging out on the porch. His biopsy doesn't come back for two weeks. That must be one backed up lab. Jesus. But he's home and he's still ours.