Today was another interesting surgery day. We got to see one surgeon cut the femoral head of a little scruffy dog’s femur. After a lot of shaving off the matted fur of little Cookie, who had clearly never been groomed in his 11 months of life, we headed into the OR. With the surgeon scrubbed in and the technician by his side, the scalpel cut through the leg to open up to bone. The surgeon was kind enough to let us peak in to see where the head of the femoral bone (which is supposed to be clean and rounded), was clearly flat like a pancake. He told us that this would be causing the 11 month old a tremendous amount of pain, so the easiest solution is to just cut of that part of the bone. The dog would still be able to walk and function normally and live a happy and healthy life. However, the drill he brought out next scared both Aesha and myself! After already seeing many surgeries in my short time shadowing, I can safely say this was the only one to make me feel a bit woozy. Having to listen to the drill cut through the bone was tough to get through, but luckily the knowledgeable staff had no trouble, and Cookie was already awake and happy before the day was over!