Yesterday was a big day for you. We drove you out to Taylor Ranch Veterinary Hospital for your neuter surgery. My, you were squirmy in my arms! I'm glad I didn't drive you across town by myself.
There was a cat on the counter at the vets' office, which you took very casually. Michael thinks you've lived with cats. I wonder if you even noticed.
Anyway, you came through with flying colors. You no longer have testicles, but you do have a microchip, you little escape artist. You were quite subdued sitting in the back seat with me on the way home, but glad to get home, and especially to get something to eat. It had broken my heart not to give you breakfast yesterday morning, when you get so excited about eating.
After the anaesthesia wore off, I was afraid you might hurt so you got a pain pill. when you started licking, I put a little cone around your neck. Poor boy-- running into things, door jambs, the couch, chairs-- I took it off after a little time with it on in your crate. You weren't a very happy boy.
You were a little whiney last night, but you made it. You felt well enough to jump up on the couch with Michael. Today, we kept you from playing, but you're doing great.
And now, little boy, I have something to tell you. I know you're not pure poodle and may shed a little, and I think I'm allergic to you. When you pee, you hit your front leg sometimes, and need cleaning up. You lick our faces an awful lot. I haven't succeeded in getting you to sit on command yet, and you don't love cuddling. But you're a charming boy. A good boy. And we've fallen in love with you. We want to make you a permanent member of our pack. What do you think of that?
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