So Puppyface, Lord Puppington, Senor Puppyface, also known as Russia, is getting neutered today. As in I just dropped him off and he watched me walk away from him as he whined in panic and confusion. And probably hunger since my boy hasn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday. He likes his food.
I know I’m doing the right thing. It increases his life span by two to three years, gets rid of a bunch of possible diseases, and will make him a happier dog overall. I can tell because he’ll want to snuggle with us, get up on the couch and then realize that he hasn’t surveyed his territory in the last thirty seconds and he’ll have to get down to go make sure everything is still his. But it cuts into his snuggle time, which he loves.
But I’m also worried. It’s surgery. A routine, simple one, but still surgery. He’s prone to having expensive issues.
So basically, everyone cross your fingers that things go well. And that he doesn’t throw up his first meal, because that would REALLY upset him. Until he ate it again. Gross, dude.
Update: Russia is out of surgery and back home. He’s doing pretty darn well. He hates the collar, but he certainly needs it because he already tried to chew there. Now we just need to get through the healing process without him ripping something open, haha!