Well, last Tuesday Celly lost her girly bits. When Babs went through this, he was treated like absolute royalty for the first days. Celly - not so much. I think it's always like this with the second child (or pug) - you know what's going to happen, so you don't stress about it as much.
She got dropped off at the vet's around 8 AM, and I picked her up at 5 PM. I remember when Babs went through this, he was great. When they led him out of the back room, he was grinning and walking about as happy as can be. Celly, on the other hand, well, not so much. The nurse had to carry her to me, and I swear the poor pug looked just like a toddler who's had a horrible day. Her face was all crusty, her nose was full of dried up snot, and her eyes were wet with tears. She was so exhausted and terrified she didn't even cry (and believe me, Celly cries really loudly when she's scared). She just looked at me as if to say, "You are such a cruel mother. I will never forgive you for this. E-V-E-R." Poor little baby. Making me feel guilty for making sure she doesn't have to go through the whole "getting knocked up at a young age, unmarried, working her way through college with a baby on the hip" thing. Well, the pug equivalent anyway.
But anyway, just blogging to let you all know I'm doing much better. Maybe soon I'll do a post about the reasons for the breakup. I don't even know if you care, but I think I might feel better about putting it out on paper (or e-paper, whatever). So bear with me.
....or Get Off the Pot
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