Speaking as a woman, I don’t take it lightly that anyone or anything having their uterus removed. Spayed. Ewww. The above, if you can’t figure it out, are shots of her belly. The yellow stuff is the surgical antiseptic. Juno is doing well. She can’t stand very long and it’s hot as Hades here at the moment. Vancouverites don’t do well in extreme heat. It melts our frappuccinos too quickly. So far, the elevator is working, but I’m not sure if it will last the day. Did I mention I tweaked my back again lifting her out of the car? Yep. All 47 pounds of her. When will I ever learn? She also had her two upper baby canines removed (to allow her new ones room) at the same time. Ka ching! I have to say that having another dog has made me a little more cautious with their health care. We have the expensive vet and the cheap vet. They’re both good, but one tends to cover all the bases and the other is more likely to not charge you for every little thing and recommend a test for this and that.
Oh, I didn’t forget the day of Sampson’s passing, I think about him every day. This time last year, he was gone from our lives. No more fireworks noise to upset him, no more panting through hot days. Hubby has learned the hard way to let me have my way when it comes to the dog’s health. He tends to underplay everything and I zero in on it and I operate on gut feelings. He once brought Sampson home with a gaping hole in his mouth and said it was nothing. He somehow missed the signs of shock and pain. Duh! In his world, dogs take their knocks and then walk it off. In my world, they go to the vet and get treated for gaping wounds and pain relief. Now he compliments me on my well honed nurturing skills.
And now for another bizarre sight – the day we had that incredible thunderstorm. I didn’t get any lightening shots, but this is what the sky looked like.