Well, as I write this, Penny lies curled up as a groggy doggie on the chair behind me, as she just came back from the vet: We took Bob Barker's long-touted advice and spayed our pet. Aside from yucky sutures down south, she has the added humiliation of having to wear one of those cones, or lampshades, as some call them, because she kept trying to pick at them:
Doesn't she look out of it? :-( Her little pupils are all dilated and she can barely stand up, poor sweet girlie, but she should get relatively back to form by tomorrow. At least we got her a new bed: She peed in the old one, unbeknownst to us, and we had to throw it out; no amount of cleaning product could get the eau de chien scent out for love or money. Eurgh. Now we can start her on adult food, too...our little girl's growing up! It happens so quickly....
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It really is the responsible thing to do. She looks pathetically adorable.
When I had Conan fixed - he was a drugged out little puss. He kept swaying back and forth in his carrier on the way home...
Yes, I couldn't even get her into her carrier with the cone. Every time I try taking it off, though, she goes for her stitches, so she has to suffer with it a bit more. She's still pretty zonked out this morning, but her pupils aren't the size of nickels anymore.
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