I'm glad he's home where he can get some of that good mommy-pampering!
I had to giggle over your description of getting him home because the same thing happened to us many years ago. My son had a 90 pound yellow mutt that he loved dearly - closest thing he ever had to a brother! My son, D, was off at a basketball game and the dog decided to chase a car - got his nose smacked by the moving car! My daughter (who weighed less than the dog at the time) and I loaded him up into my old 2-door Pontiac and headed 40 miles away to the emergency vet. He had some bones broken in his nose and injuries to his eye. The vet tanked him up on pain killers and valium and carried him to the car - put him in the back seat - not easy! My daughter wanted to sit with him and somehow we ended up with her in the middle of the back seat with the unconscious dog draped across her lap! The vet said, "He'll be awake by the time you get home." Yeah, right! When we got home he was still out, and not only could I not get the 90 pound dead weight stoned dog off of my daughter and out the car door, she was pinned under the dog! A half hour later, she finally had wiggled out from under him, we each grabbed a paw and pulled and finally got him out of the car, and then we carried him like a sack of potatoes to the front door. It was one of those things that was funny ... later. Much, much later.