20 May 2013


I'm changing my story from that last post "I NEED A NEW PHOTOGRAPHER" . I think it may be a matter of survival.

You'll never guess what Kinsey did to me! She dumped me at the vets. They drugged me. I passed out. The next thing I knew I woke up in a cage with a very bad pain in my tummy! I looked down and someone had shaved me, cut my tummy and stitched it up! The anesthesia made me pop my cookies all over myself. Wow! Am I going to be careful what I say from now on! What a frightening experience. Maybe I was abducted by aliens but I don't think so.

Kinsey has since tried to explain to me what actually happened. It seems I went in for a common procedure called spaying. That's where they remove my baby making parts. I think I'm OK with this because I really am not interested in making babies. I like being an only child.

I'm supposed to be taking it easy for ten days so I don't pop my stitches. That's a way long time. No running or jumping. No being me. This is going to be way boring. The good news is I am not having to wear that mortifying head cone because I have no inclination to lick my incision. There are benefits to being precious.

I'll sure be glad when my time out is over.

©Kinsey Barnard

Precious puppy held captive. Send help!

I'm not supposed to be in this chair.

Under the weather.

Come on let me out. I'll be careful.

1 comment:

Lynne Gordon said...

Awwwww, Kinsay, she is beautiful!!!