My little Ranger is finally old enough to be neutered (or "tutored" if you're a Far Side fan like me (myself?)). Poor buddy, doesn't he look scared? He is wearing his scared ears. I hated leaving him there and he has to stay all night. I've never heard of a male dog staying all night, but I'm okay with that. Actually, I'm not because he could be here with ME where I can keep my eyes on him instead of at the vet's office, all alone. Poor baby.
My mom pulled out this gem yesterday and said she had hid it from me in fear that I'd tear it up. She said that I was furious with her for making me wear this "outfit":
Knee socks and a sundress. And good grief, those shoes! Where ...WHY?
Later!
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