Stevie's last few days

This week has had its ups and downs for me but I think there are probably dogs much worse off than I am...... I just haven't met one yet!  On Tuesday morning at 7:30 Phyllis, her grandaughter, Caesar and I piled into the car and went to the vet for the day.  I had to be neutered.  I was petrified.  Not because of the procedure as I have or had no idea what that was.  I was petrified because someone else was holding me in a strange place and they put me in a cage and Phyllis left.  Phyllis came to get us with her grandaughter right before 5 at night.  I was very sleepy and just lay on the seat next to her wrapped in a warm towel.  Caesar sat on the grandaughter's lap in the back seat wrapped in a warm towel too.  It was awful.  All of it.  I had to have my teeth cleaned so my mouth hurt and Caesar had to have 5 more teeth pulled so his mouth hurt.  We have to take pain medication for two days and an antibiotic for 10 days each.  Phyllis told them that they had to use invisible stitches or glue to sew up my neuter place because she knows I panic with a collar on.
Good things have happened to me too.  I have gone to potty outside more and more although the house is fine for me too.  I am less scared to be outside and Phyllis always tells me how well I am doing.  I can walk way behind her and smell everything.  I let Phyllis's grandaughter pat me and when she stopped I put my paws up on the thing she was sitting on so she would do it again.  A stranger in the street wanted to pat me and Phyllis told her to be very slow as I usuallly don't let anyone strange touch me.  I lay down on the ground and try to make a hole open so they can't touch me.  When Phyllis sees that she asks the people not to touch me but she always likes me to try.  \
This morning when Phyllis woke up I was on her futon with her and the other dogs.  It's the first time I have done that and she was very surprised to see me there.  I usually sleep by myself either in a dog  bed or on the couch.  I liked being up there with her and the other dogs know after almost a month that I don't want them to touch me or bother me and they don't.
Sometimes I jump up on the couch when she says up up up come up come up up up.  I can't stand her saying it over and over again so I just jump up and turn around and sit down, and when she tells me what a smart boy I get off the couch and she leaves me alone.
  Oh yeah, I'm sorry to say that one of the down things was that when Phyllis tried to get me to take my antibiotic pill in cheese wizz I didn't want to open my mouth. She tried to get it open by herself.   I was up on a counter and pretty freaked out as it is after the day I had and I bit her....Not hard but hard enough for her brain to kick into first gear.  Now I get my pills in delicious whipped cream cheese.  Sorry Phyllis! 
I still don't wag my tail but it is flying higher than eveer. I go to the door when I hear the leashes and stand still to have mine put on and I used to run away or panic.