Poor Peanut had a life altering surgery today. At the risk of being too descriptive, I guess you can chop off half of his name now too to better describe the little fellow. I feel so guilty, even knowing it's the best thing for Casanova, I wish I could speak dog so I could have explained what was happening. Scratch that-I'm glad I don't speak dog. I don't want to know what he has to say about this whole experience. He shook when he was dropped off in the morning at the vet, and when I picked him up in the afternoon he didn't even have the heart for his little body shudders any longer. His little ears lay flat for hours at home. The first thing he did when I put him down was go curl next to Lilly's side. I guess he was just checking to make sure she still loved him. She ignored him, so things are right in his world.
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