Brody is a eunuch.
I had intended to wait it out until a year, but there were several reasons to do it now. One of the main ones being, I have a doggie daycare very close to work but they have to be neutered in order to go- and he NEEDS the stimulation! Plus the kids were asking too many questions about what he was doing with his dog bed the other night.
I had intended to ask my boss to do the neuter, because I couldn’t imagine the idea of something going awry and me being too distraught to think straight, but expediency won out over chickening out and I did it. Of all the surgeries we do, this one is pretty idiot proof- it’s one of the simplest procedures. So I sucked it up.
Once he was draped, the surgical field looked like any other surgical field and my mind was in working mode so it didn’t bother me at all. Dentals are worse- because their unconscious face is staring at you, going, why, WHY am I here with a tube in my throat?
He is eating some canned food now, acting very sad and pathetic whenever other people are around but around me acting like nothing happened. Something happened, though. We saved the evidence in a formalin jar. Why, I don’t know. Everyone at work is very interested in seeing Brody’s testicles. Don’t worry, I’m not posting any pictures of them here- I’m weird, but I’m not that weird.
I did, however, take pictures of him before and after his surgery. I’ve never seen a dog so awake completely unable to get his tongue back into his head- I watched him try for a few seconds before feeling sorry for him and sticking it back in his mouth for him.