The Worst Day of my Life

Well, I just had the worst day of my life. This blog entry is for my dog friends out there. When your mamma talks about getting you “fixed” it is not a good thing… I am not sure about all the details and what it means but I am beginning to piece together what happend. I’m not going into the detail because it is very embarrassing, I’ll just say that I was to the vet today and I am not a happy camper tonight.

This morning Mamma put my crate into the car because I do not travel well. She expects me to sit on the front seat and quietly look out the window like Rusty does when we travel but I much prefer to look out all the windows, sometimes the view is better from the back seat. I cried most of the way to the dr. and instead of taking me back home, mamma just kept on going and before I knew it I was walking into the dr. office.

I greeted Dr. Harry and then he put me on his table and he talked to mamma and then he gave me a shot that really hurt. I squealed and really wanted to go home but instead Mamma turned and left without me. Ok, here is where it gets fuzzy…..the next thing I know, I was back at home waking up in my crate in a great deal of pain. I was not able to walk or chase the cats or do anything fun at all today. I didn’t even feel like eating and when I did walk around I heard mamma tell Molly that I was walking on my tip toes... As I was leaving the dr. office I do remember the dr. telling mamma that I might be depressed for a few days and then he added that he was sure he would be. One thing I know for sure, I am not going back to that dr. ever again!

Thank goodness there are no photos of today's events!