weezy and his little man surgery

I referred to it as his "little man surgery" and told myself I wouldn't feel bad for him.

But then the nice receptionist at the vet's office called to confirm his CASTRATION and suddenly I was sad. My poor little dog was going in for surgery! And a surgery called CASTRATION! How rude :(

But then we picked him up from the vet, watched him wobble to his favourite part of the carpet, and fall asleep. And he's been cuddlier than ever for the past week.

I love this dog. 

Oh, and check out how I spent my evening last night...


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