Wednesday Maggie went to the vets to get "it" done. She came home a pretty miserable pup.
In fact, the vet called and said to come and get her early because she was raising such a fuss there that they were worried about her.
She settled down at home after lots of dramatic carrying on.
She was sent home with a cone but she went all hysterical if we tried to put it on her so I sat up all night making sure she didn't lick anything that she shouldn't.
She also can't jump or climb on things for two weeks (!) so we made a big blanket and pillow bed on the floor where I'll be spending all my time trying to keep her calm. Today she is back to being full of wiggles and I'm at my wits end with her. Already her little incision area is starting to look iffy. I can see yet another trip to the vet's in my future. Darn dog.