The Woman (Precious) was spayed last Wednesday and I think she knew what it was all about. I’m pretty sure when she plucked her vaccination records (mandatory proof) off of the refrigerator and ripped them to shreds, she was sending an IT’S-MY-BODY-I-DO-WHAT-I-WANT message.
She’s been living an even more pampered life since her surgery…being carried through the rain, getting the heater all to herself, getting extra treats, having her pillow fluffed every hour, getting extra canned food mixed into her dry food, etc. Spoiled.
We took her to the pet store the other day and an admirer bent down to talk to her, saw her stitches, and started screaming, “OH! A HYSTERECTOMY! HONEY, YOU JUST HAD A HYSTERECTOMY DIDN’T YOU? OHH, THIS PUPPY JUST HAD A HYSTERECTOMY!”And I could hear her voice trailing off as she walked away, still screaming about it.
WE HAVEN’T TOLD HER YET. Inconsiderate, some people.
Here is a lost, groggy, out of touch Woman a few hours after SHE JUST HAD A HYSTERECTOMY!!!
