Trauma!!

So today my doglet got fixed. Yep. They sliced open her belly and ripped out her girly parts. Did you know that that's what they do?! Because I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I must've known but not really thought about it much but then I was on the internet looking up things I could do to make it easier for her (nothing at all in case you were wondering) and I came across this site that had photos from an actual dog spaying surgery and man! It was wicked gross. Not just gross, or super gross. No. It was wicked gross. And then there were pictures of the bits sitting on a towel after they came out. Like my life wouldn't have been as rich and fulfilled if I hadn't seen those! And then when she came home she was shivering these horrible, bone wracking shivers and whining and occasionally moaning (did you know dogs could moan? because again, I didn't) and I felt so awful for her! So I had a little cry. Because that's what I do. And a little mini panic attack. Because again, what I do. But now she's getting better. But I think I may have created a monster because now she sits in her bed and whines a little, looks at me and then looks at whatever it is that she wants and whines again. And then I bring her whatever she wants. And when she wants to go somewhere she lifts one shaky little paw and sort of pokes it in the general direction she wants to go and then flops it down like she absolutely can't hold it up a second longer. And then I carry her to wherever it is. I'm proud of her. She catches on quick.

So that's my story. Exciting isn't it? I promise I will try to have something for you soon that doesn't revolve around my dog. Or my air mattress. That would mean I would have to leave the house wouldn't it? Crap. I'll see what I can do.