The saddest sight

We've jokingly started calling it the Recovery Palace:

At least in here he's stopped crying all the time. And he can see out better than he could in the kennel, which also reminded him of the vet. He's in a spot in the living room such that he can stare out the big glass doors at the back of the house, and he's right in the middle of us if we decide to watch a movie or TV show on the big television.
For today, though, he's mostly just had to watch me sneeze my brains out and blow my nose frequently while surfing Pinterest.