My wife was glad for me to be back home. She did not go with me because we could not afford to board the dogs and stay in a hotel in Brooklyn. The surgery was at the Brooklyn VA, a four and a half hour drive. Groovy, one of our greyhounds was glad to see me when I got back, but Prada, the older greyhound, was mad at me for leaving. They gave my wife a hard time by refusing to eat. I usually feed them. They found an old coat of mine and kept sniffing it. I my wife refused to sniff it. You cannot beat the love of pets.