Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Whoozy Wire

Well friends, I lost my balls, but I gained a lampshade!

The operation went fine, but the vets were very interested in my red scabs on my leg, so they sprayed it with stuff and insisted I put this dumb lampshade around my neck so I don't lick the wound. A wire in a lampshade, oh please - how long do you think we'd tolerate that thing?

To Mom's credit, when she saw me trying to lumber up the front stairs, the lampshade hitting each step, she said to Dad, "oh take that ridiculous thing off!" and off it went with the warning that if I lick my leg, it comes back.

I feel like a recent AA failure - when I walk around I fall over my own feet. I swear I heard Mom and Dad giggling! Despite my surgery, I am still jumping up and down the couch and barking out the window - you can't stop me baby! Balls or no balls, the fire wire burns on!

And you believed that bull about calming down after neutering.
Can't say I didn't warn you!


PS What a nice surprise I had this evening. The doorbell rang and there was Lydia with my best friend Bailey the Boxer come to visit to see how I was post surgery. They even brought me a lovely card and gift of...you won't believe it...TWO BALLS!


Wired for Mackie said...


Glad to hear that you made it out of surgery okay, despite losing your, well, you know.
I can't even imagine you in an E-collar-tell your mom to take pictures! Can you even belive the stupid things that humans put us through? Mom has started this class called Family Dog and it's put a lot of stupid notions in her head...humans, God love em!

Your pal, Mackie
PS. Any sight of that latex job yet?

Dean-O! said...

I’ll bet they’re bigger than the ones you lost!
Your pal in montreal, Dean-O!