Nikki, the dog, is going under the knife a.k.a being spayed. She also has two baby teeth that never fell out so when she is put under is the perfect time to have those pulled. A two for one. Dad called and got her the appointment, she goes in next Tuesday morning by 9:00 a.m. Nothing to eat after 8:00 p.m. on Monday. That is the part she is going to hate, the girl likes her snacks.
I am already getting nervous about this. The kids and I decided that Spark and Dad will take her to the vet and Dancer and I will go and get her the next day. I had to take a cat once that got hit by a car and have it put to sleep so I think it only fair that he takes the dog for her "procedure." Besides, I would cry.
Nikki is 2 1/2 years old and we have been saying since we got her as a little pup that we were going to get her spayed. We could just never bring ourselves to do it. She was a replacement dog for our last dog, Irene Beans, who got hit by a truck, so we are more than a little protective of her. Dogs in heat are not endearing though and she doesn't have any love interests, now or in her foreseeable future, so the time has come. Poor thing, she has no idea what she is in for.
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