So Mini was spayed yesterday. Rather traumatic for both of us, but she’s the only one who got the good drugs.
She’s doing well, I think. Quiet and mopey. And she keeps giving me that same heartbreaking look toddlers give you after their immunizations. Unfortunately, unlike with a toddler, I can’t buy distraction and forgiveness with a Happy Meal and a cool Matchbox car.
I slept on the couch with her last night so she wouldn’t have to go in her crate, and—since she has to be within six inches of me at all times—I’m spending the day catching up on some office work and hopefully some writing so she’ll sleep. I discovered last night her misery doesn’t trump her need to follow me around, so to keep her still I need to be still.
I know. It’s tough sitting around all day, huh? (Actually, to keep her snuggled on the couch rather than the cold hardwood floor, I’m working at the coffee table and it’s only a matter of time before my back says DUDE! WTF? I can feel that little protesting pull in my right shoulder already.)
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