Pardon me if I’m not in a talkative mood right now.
The day started off like any other, or so I thought. Then Dad takes me for a ride, and ten minutes later, I’m at the vet.
They took my temperature #again …#ow. Is that really necessary?
Dad leaves. Where are you going, Pops? Ok, I guess I’ll hang at the vet with Shelby. She likes me.
I was stuck with a needle.
Feeling … very … scheeeeeeeeeepppppyyyyy.
Hours later … OW OW OW OW.
I look around for help, but my vision is limited by what I am told is called a “cone of shame”.
What the %#&? is going on?
Mom says I was neutered. I’m not sure what that means, but I’ll tell you what … I feel like I was surgically robbed of bodily possessions that made me feel like a MAN.
A MAN doesn’t look like this.
God help me.