Duncan got neutered today and he's sitting next to me completely and totally high. Like, out of his mind high. He's been staring at his bone for 35 minutes without moving or looking away. Also, he seems kind of mad at me. And his eyes look so sad that three angels just lost their wings.
Dropping him off at that place this morning was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. And now I feel so bad for him that I can't look at him for very long because I start getting teary eyed. I keep wanting to say that today has been harder on me than it has been on him, but then I remember what it means to get neutered.
Duncan wins this one.
And now, your Pictures & Distractions:
My sister Krisanda found this circa 1997 picture of the two of us with our family dog, Winnie.
Found this week in one of my childhood journals.
Mr. Doodle, snuggling with me, the night before going to the neuter house.
Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing: