Cody

On Monday we took Cody to get fixed. This picture was taken shortly after we got him home. Poor baby. He still looks very high from the drugs.

Well, today I was talking to my sister on the phone and she asked me if the vet had offered us "Neuticals". I told her that I didn't know what she meant. She went on to tell me that many vets were now putting testicular implants in dogs after they neuter them so that the dog feels more normal and less ashamed of their altered state. I thought she must be joking. But if you click on the link above you can read all about it.

Am I the only one who hasn't heard of this? Am I a cruel and callous woman to think that my dog is lucky we care enough to get him fixed in the first place? I mean, we could just let him roam wild impregnating all the dogs in the neighborhood, adding to the dog population and putting his own life at risk. With the cost of food and fuel increasing daily, you can bet that I'm not going to spend an extra $300 to help my pet with his body image issues. (Actually that does sound a bit callous.)

What do you think about this? Go ahead... let me have it!

Ok, Ok... I'm awake!

I spoke with Henry this afternoon. Like most boys he does not like to talk on the phone. He did talk to me once last week for a few minutes. “I’m busy Mom. I’ll be home soon. Bye.” I got a few more words out of him this time. He asked how Cody is doing. So I told him how we took him to get fixed today and how he looks kinda stoned still. He asked about Garfield and I told him how hot it is outside and that Garf has been spending more time inside because of that. He told me about all the stuff that he’s been doing with his cousins and that they are going back down to the lake after dinner. He must be missing me a little bit since he actually talked to me a bit longer this time.

Breakfast for Dinner

You know, when I was growing up it was a treat to get breakfast at dinner time.  I never got up early enough as a kid to actually eat breakfast in the mornings (except for the rare summer spent at grandma's house... who would dream of missing HER biscuits and gravy?)  This morning when I got off work a few of my co-workers and I went to the Waffle House a few miles from the hospital.  So it was actually breakfast time... but it was dinner for us because we were all going home afterwards to sleep.  It was fun.  And I never get to do it because I usually have to come straight home to make sure Henry isn't alone since Jason takes so much weekend call at the hospital.  I did forget one thing, however.  The dog had been in his kennel for over 12 hours while I was working, and the extra 2 hours I spent eating and chatting with friends was evidently just too long for him to hold it... soooo.... I spent another half an hour cleaning the dog and his kennel.  Now he is safely in the backyard with his food and water dish.  I'll let him join me for a nap later before it gets too hot outside.  Tonight I'll have to call the neighbor to let him out around 10pm to do his business.  Usually Jason is home to take care of this.  I guess this is the price I pay for that moment of silence I enjoyed yesterday.