So we tell her about his humping habits and the next thing we know we've scheduled a nut chopping for the next morning.
We played with him extra special this morning :) woke up bright and early and snugged him so hard his nuts probably could have popped off! (Too bad they didn't)
Then we jump in the car, so nervous. He has no idea what's going on, and the "we're taking you to the park" trick didn't fool him this time. He knows exactly where we are. Thermometer bum hell.
And this is where we left him. In the hand of a stranger. For the most traumatic 5 hours of his life. We were so nervous all day. Couldn't eat. Just waiting for the dumb doctor to call and tell us it was time to pick him up. The call comes and we race over to the vet, okay they actually call themselves the animal hospital. Such a cute little place, juice recommended them. So we get there and they take us to the same room and tell us all about the procedure and how dumb he was to them, but they still loved the crap out of him. He was so delusional. And then out of no where a nurse walks in carrying our little guy. He goes ballistic. He wouldn't listen to a word we were saying, wouldn't look us in the eye... Didn't even give Parley kisses.
They give us his cone and pain pills and we're off! Homeward bound! Happy day!
See, so mad at Parley :) won't look him in the eyes.
Finally home and trying to sleep, but he can't so we give him a new toy and he chews on it :)
It's a hippo :)
Here's a before and after the carnage.
They say he doesn't have to wear the cone of shame unless we're gone, bummer. I'll take a picture when he wears it!
