The Dog. He lived. (Warning: photos that might make you hurl, seriously.)

I, on the other hand, wanted to cry when the doctor, while chatting away about breathing and what not, made a small slit in Pepper’s tiny nutsack and squeezed his tiny little testicle out of the hole and pulled it out, clamped it off, cut it and sewed it up before doing the same thing to the other testicle. Then he sewed up the incision, showing us how to do an internal stitch (because you never know when you’re going to need to neuter something or someone right?), put some Tea Tree Oil on it so Pepper wouldn’t want to lick it and that was that. Whole thing took about 20 minutes. My choked back tears turned to fascination. Pepper is still groggy but very clingy to his foster mommy (me). I have blood stains on the carpet and my clothes and we’re following him around with a mop in the kitchen. He peed on Howard on the way home. All the while, we’re sitting there talking about how cool it was to watch something like that. Nevermind the pee and the blood. And when I was holding Pepper while the doctor gave him his shot (to put him under), he rushed over to put a trash can under me in case he puked. I didn’t even flinch.

Yes, we are definitely DEFINITELY devoted pet owners and lovers. Vomit, piss, blood, whatever. Now the question is, will I be this unflinching if I ever have kids?

One Response

  1. Amy Says:

    Ok…I love me some dogs…and I had roxy spayed…but gads I don’t think I could WATCH IT!!!

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