It's off....to the vet
By my clock he should be back in about 3 hours, and I hope that for what MotH will have doled out (130 euros), the "operation" will prove to be the right decision to lessen the aggression in our beloved little dachshund. I think he knew something was up this morning when I said 'no treats for you', and when he and the MotH were driving away, I could hear him crying in the back of the car. Maddie wasn't the least bit bothered by his absence and spent the better part of the morning hunting lizards.
“Take it like a man Mister B! Big boys don't cry.”
Now while I don't usually make a habit of pinching OPP (other people's photos), I really doubt that my son would mind me illustrating this post one step further. It's not like I didn't take the time to shield his identity. I was supposed to have flown down to Sicily (Sigonella) to meet him but the USAF doesn't send its men out on taxpayers' dimes to play tourist with their mommies. I am in total agreement with that. It's just that he wasn't even able to fly up north to meet us (on our dime) which is a shame. A shame as I'm sure he'd have a little chat with Mister B, who I might add, would have been in awe of all that testerone-fueled muscle.
Labels: Mister B