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| Imagine this on Roccos head |
Hope is what we
started the day out with in the Gibbons/Rule household. The hope was that our
crazy puppy would go off to the vet and come back tonight not only de-sexed,
but no longer suffering from the dog version of ADHD. Is it bad that I hoped he
would at least be a bit quite from the anesthetic for a day or two?
Actually don’t answer that.
As I sit writing this
post late at night, we not longer have hope. Rocco lost his manhood but
no spring from his step. That
hope however as been replaced with laughter. He is now running around the house
with a plastic bucket like contraption on his head to stop him biting the
wound. It’s hilarious watching him run, jump and wrestle Cuba with it on. There
is also an unexpected upside. Usually you need to watching him like a hawk on
walks outside as he eats anything he can get his mouth near (food, wood,
plastic, cockroaches and something that looked like a dreadlock). But with the
bucket, there is a constant scrapping sound as he walks with his nose to the
ground. It’s perfect. The minute the
scrapings stops you know he is eating something. This bucket may become a
permanent fixture.
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