I want my dog back. I want back my vision of having that dog that lays in front of the fire lazily. The dog who sits at your feet and walks calmly beside you. Cause right now... I have that dog who jumps in the fire, knocks my furniture over, and drags us through the neighborhood when we try to walk him.
And so... I made him an appointment to get *neutered*.
I tried to explain what this meant to the kids... Jack, who is my animal planet addictee, explained EXACTLY what they do when they neuter a dog. Details people ... details!
GROSS. I thought Jaiden was going to throw up. We all agreed to just call it getting "fixed" because I really hope it's going to "fix" a lot of our problems with him.
So when I called to make the appointment, the receptionist says, in a very hickish kind of drawl, "So, it's just the CASTRATION that ya'll need... and nothing else?"
Oh good grief. I can't get away from it.
So I got him groomed before his "castration."
Post-castration... not feeling so great.
After I picked him up from the "castration," he looked so pathetic. Justine was crying, "How will I ever repay him? I'm so selfish. His pain goes on me..."
After he heals, we will enroll him in obedience training, or as Justine calls it, "Animal Behavior College" where I'm sure he will graduate at the top of his class.
I think I'm in love again.