This morning I dropped Trapper off at the vet to get his annual shots, heartworm preventative, etc…and we’re having him neutered. Many of you who know us are familiar with our little dog, Sir Humps a Lot, so you’re all probably high-fiving a thousand angels right now ( a la Liz Lemon).
This morning when I was trying to wrangle Rory and the dog to load up the car, he knew something was up. He would not leave his kennel (which he normally doesn’t enjoy being in). He quivered in the backseat the whole way to the vet’s office, and then whimpered while we were in the lobby getting signed in. How did he know he was getting his nuts chopped today?? I never said anythng about it, but I guess he was picking up on my anxiety. It’s kind of scary sending your little fur-baby in for surgery, and I certainly wasn’t thrilled about it either. I hope he doesn’t hate me too much this afternoon when I pick him up.