Logan The #Cavapoo Talks About His Neuter

Hi everyone.  This is Logan the Cavapoo. 

     

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I know Lilie told you what they did to me... The neutering thing, I mean.  So I thought I'd tell you how it went. 

    

Well, the answer is that the actual neutering went well, but I didn't like it all that much.  Apart from the fact I got to ride in one of those taxi cab things - well, a couple of them, actually - and got to go see the nice people at the vet who always pet me, tell me I'm cute, and call me a good boy.  That part of it I loved.  But the rest of it wasn't so nice.  Although, it did get me two trips to the vet place and lots of attention, so I suppose it wasn't all bad.  After all, I love getting attention.

     

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First of all, I had to skip breakfast that day.  Mummy was nice about it, and nobody had any where I could see them eat, but Lilie told me afterwards they got some after Mummy took me to the vet place.  Actually, Lilie says Daddy had to feed Artemis before Mummy got back, because she was having a tortoise tantrum about her breakfast being late, but Mollie and Lilie got fed when Mummy got back.  It's so unfair! I love food! How come they got breakfast and I didn't?

    

If that wasn't bad enough, Mummy left me at the vet.  She actually left me there by myself! Well, OK, not exactly by myself, because the nice vet people were there.  But she wasn't there.  I don't like it when Mummy goes places without me, so it made me very sad.  I was also a bit worried she wasn't going to come back for me.  She said either she or Daddy would be back for me afterwards, but I still worried.

    

Anyway, the vet people gave me something that made me feel kind of funny, and also made me feel sleepy, and when I woke up I was sore, but when I tried to check out why I was especially sore in a particular area they stuck a plastic cone thing around my neck.  So, there I was, stuck in a cage in the vet place, no Mummy anywhere, and not even able to lick myself to see if it would help with the soreness.  I was miserable.  Though maybe a little less so after they gave me a bit of chicken. 

    

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Eventually, after almost forever - or it felt like it - Daddy came to get me and take me home to Mummy.  Mummy insisted she was going to be the one to take me to the vet, but was fine with Daddy picking me up.  I don't know why, though maybe she'll tell you if you ask.  Either way, they say Daddy was the one who came to fetch me in case my paws were too wabbly to walk (because Mummy can't carry me and use her stick thing at the same time... Not safely anyhow) because apparently the Kero dog they sometimes talk about made Mummy carry him all the way home (luckily Mummy could walk without using the stick thing back then) and they didn't know if I'd be the same.  But I wanted to walk even though I was sore and my paws were so wabbly I couldn't have walked straight for all the meat feast pizza in the world.  So Daddy had no choice but to let me walk, and Mummy could have picked me up herself after all.

    

Here are a couple of photos Mummy and Daddy got of me wearing my cone after I got home.  Daddy took the first one, and Mummy took the second one.  They say my cone is special, because it's got little yellow pawprints all over it.  Not sure if you can see that in the photos? I'm also not sure why that makes it special.  Either way, here are the photos: 

 

     

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Even though she left me at the vet, and it was her idea to take photos of me while I was feeling miserable and sore, I was so relieved to see Mummy when I got home, and just wanted to cuddle with her.  She realized it right away, and we curled up on the bed for most of the rest of the day, except for when we had dinner (which I thankfully did get to have).  Then we spent the weekend curled up with blankets and pillows in the room where the TV lives, with Mummy trying to keep me settled, even though I was feeling better and wanted to play.  I loved us having the DVD weekend as Mummy called it, though it would have been better if I hadn't had to keep the cone on.  But I wasn't allowed to take it off.  We hoped I'd be able to take it off after I saw the vet again, which was lots of days after the first vet trip.  Lilie says five days, and I'm going to take her word for it, because I'm not good with numbers.  It was Wednesday though (I had the neuter done last Friday, for those who don't know).  The vet unfortunately said, "No," to the cone coming off on Wednesday though. 

     

Doing things with that stupid cone on isn't fun, and isn't easy either.  Mummy actually has to help me manage my dinner, because I can't make the cone work right to be able to eat from my bowl when she puts it down on the ground (she's been picking it up and holding it at a slight angle for me so I can get at it with the cone on) and drinking is even harder, especially since I prefer to drink from a tap.  At one point I didn't want to drink because I couldn't do the tap with my cone, so Mummy squirted water in my mouth.  After that I realized how thirsty I was and agreed to drink from the jug Mummy uses to fill our water bowls, though I keep insisting on jumping in the bath to drink from it in there, even though Mummy keeps trying to stop me doing that.  We won't talk about how tricky doing my treat ball and playing are in the stupid cone.  Let's just say I'll be glad when it comes off.

    

Mummy had to squirt some other stuff in my mouth for a few days too.  She called it, "Medicine," and said it had to be done.  I didn't mind too much, especially after I learned I'd get a bit of ham afterwards.  I'd gladly have her do that a bit longer instead of having the cone still be on.

    

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Oh, by the way, the vet says I now weigh 15.95 kilos, which means I lost 0.65 kilos since I had my shots a few months ago.  The vet was very pleased about it, and says that's right where my weight should be, so I got another, "Good boy," for that. 

     

Mummy's glad the vet is happy with my weight, though says she wonders why he made so much fuss last time if I was only overweight by that small amount.  He says my ideal weight is 16 kilos (which is what Mummy thought it should be) so I need to be as close to that as possible, so technically I was only at most 0.6 kilos (that's a little over 1lb) over.  Oh well, at least my weight is where it's meant to be now.     

    

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Anyway, when I went for my checkup the vet said I'm healing well, but there's some swelling and bruising (I could have told them that).  Mummy told them how I keep insisting on jumping in the bath to try and drink from the tap, and insist on doing it even with her having me use the jug because my cone gets in the way of me using the tap, and they think my doing that is probably why.  That, and the fact I keep trying to play with Lilie.  Hey, it's not my fault she keeps asking me to come play.

     

So I'm still stuck wearing the stupid cone thing.  I get to try some time with it off today, but apparently it depends how I behave to whether it will be coming off for good.  I don't like the sound of that.

    

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Like I said, I loved all the attention this being neutered got me.  I'm not sure it was worth it though.  In fact... Yeah... I'm positive it wasn't worth it, and will be very glad when this cone comes off and  it's completely over and done with.  Could do without being swollen and bruised too, but that's not bothering me as much as having to wear the stupid cone is.

     

Lots of licks,

Logan