Sawyer needs his junk removed. I suppose neutered is the more mc (medically correct) term. The English speaking vet we first took Sawyer to recommended a clinic across the street from our apartment, which is a much better option than taking him home on a half hour subway ride after surgery. We have 4 days off next week so we decided to use that time to get it done.
So today Sawyer and I ventured out on a walk with the intention of also going into the clinic so I could mime chopping off his sac and hopefully book an appointment. I had no clue how much English to expect, so I figured having the actual package along to use as a prop would be helpful. First the receptionist thought I just wanted to get him a hair cut. Then she caught on and said, "Ahhh. Castration".
Yikes. Would it be inappropriate to say my vagina cringed in empathy at the use of that word?
Little did I know that a long walk for my fav pup was actually going to be an hour long vet visit, complete with four needles (blood tests and injections). I was worried he'd never speak to me again. Happy to report we're back to being best friends.
Wednesday is the big day. Poor lil' fella has no idea that today was only a mild annoyance compared to next week. Snip ya later.
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