Well now I’ve heard just about everything. Mac didn’t look like he was broken but he still had to go to the vet and get fixed. He was gone for 24 hours and had to spend the night in some strange place. I’m glad I didn’t have to go too. I have never minded going to the vet but I’ve never been to one in Florida so I don’t know what they’re like here.
About a year and a half ago, Dad must have thought I was broken too because he took me to the vet to get fixed. I came out more broken than I went in! When I woke up from something they called anesthesia, I was really groggy and felt lousy. Then when I got in the car I got sick and threw up everywhere. I don’t know about you but I didn’t feel like they did a very good job of fixing me.
When Heidi brought Mac home from the vet yesterday, he had this big scary cone over him. I didn’t know what to make of it so I just started barking at him. The closer he got, the more scared I got. I was happy when they took the cone off him. Then he seemed more like the normal Mac.
I think Mac must have been a bad dog because I can’t think of any other reason why he would have to wear such a clumsy contraption around his neck. The only purpose it seemed to have was to make him bump into things. They must have also thought his hearing was bad because that cone channeled all the sound directly to him.
If they fixed him, I sure don’t know what was wrong with him. He seemed like the same old puppy/dog as usual. I felt tired and groggy when I got fixed but he had lots of energy and wanted to play.
Then this morning Heidi was happy that he took a great big poop. Can you imagine that? I’ve taken hundreds of big poops and they never got that happy before. I don’t think I’ll ever figure out humans. They’re a lot more complicated than dogs.
I heard them saying that Mac can’t run and jump for a whole week. That’s seven weeks in dog time. Holy cow! He must have really messed up! He can’t go swimming. He can’t go to the dog park. At least they’re happy when he sleeps. We dogs are pretty good at taking naps.
I hope Mac and I don’t get broken again because getting fixed just doesn’t seem like much fun. If I was in charge I think I’d make it necessary for all cats to get fixed. They’re a lot more broken than dogs are!
PS On a more serious note, I’d like to send a shout out to Wayne. His cat Harpo was put to sleep today and I’m sure he’s sad. Harpo was Wayne’s cat for over 10 years. RIP Harpo.