Truman's getting "The Big Snip" today, which will hopefully make his looming adolescence a whole lot easier for both of us. I'll pick him up from GDA tomorrow, all stitched up and sportin' a fancy cone. Stay tuned for late-breaking developments, and also for, what, another half-dozen or so posts that I owe you? I'll catch up someday, I promise.
Meanwhile, this is also his first overnight kennel stay. I'm praying he won't be so traumatized that he never wants to go back.
It was surprisingly hard on me, dropping him off yesterday in the knowledge that he was going in for a procedure rather than just a happy-go-lucky couple of days at Camp GDA. Don't get me wrong, I am THRILLED that I won't be attempting to leash correct a seventy-five-pound intact male someday...but I felt inexplicably sad about it. He's such a little guy right now, and I feel like I'm somehow betraying his trust. I know it's ridiculous, and I know I'll feel better the second I pick him up and take him home for snuggling and ice packs, but it's still strangely sad to me.