Since my human has been a little scattered this week (I am having a hard time getting her to focus on work here), I thought I would give her a break today and post some photos from back when I was spayed. That was in January, 2003 — eight years ago! I did not want to pose with my bare belly.
This had nothing to do with any sense of modesty (which I don’t have) — I did not know I was supposed to take it easy! And even if I did know, I did not want to obey. Just a couple of days after the operation, I was back ambushing Boodie.
And I immediately went back to my usual activities, one of which was destroying the sparkle ball that was leftover from Christmas. If you look close you can see pieces of it on top of the blanket.
Much to my human’s relief, I did wear myself out occasionally. And happily, my stitches were the dissolving type so I did not have to go back to the vet.