Snip=Bad Weekend

Sting'em had a very hard weekend after his little surgery on Friday-Greg finally agreed to get him snipped, taking away "his manhood"-only it was scheduled for a weekend when Greg was out of town, so I was the bad guy! How convenient for Greg. I picked poor little Sting'em up Friday afternoon and we spent all evening on the sofa, him not wanting to move anywhere and he certainly didn't want me to go anywhere. The vet gave me a lamp shade thing to put on him to try to keep him from licking his wound. But with his nose and his body being so long, he was still able to reach around to his stitches. The only thing I could think of was to doctor up some kind of little diaper/cover up out of an ace bandage to cover the bottom half of him, so he wouldn't be able to pull out his stitches and undo what the vet had done. So here was Sting'em with a lamp shade on his head with an ace bandage diaper around his rear...sad. My poor little puppy looked so pathetic. He had a rough night, I think I only got 3 hours of sleep because Sting'em could not get comfortable and every time he moved he cried. He recovered quickly though, when Greg returned home on Monday, he was back to normal and Greg joked that I had exaggerated about Sting'em's condition. If he only knew.