He got neutered a few days ago. I did actually get out my Silhouette Cameo and decal his cone. Not the first day he came home, that was just too much sadness for the world. But as he’s recovered, and just bangs into walls and runs in circles because he can’t scratch himself, I couldn’t help myself.
This is a picture book that I was reluctant to read because it was about a dog who did amazing things. I have no idea why that made me think I wouldn’t like it, to be honest. Sentimental dog stories always get to me. Benji and Balto made me cry. I remember enjoying Lassie as a kid. Heck, even the end of the Futurama episode when Fry finds his fossilized dog makes me bawl uncontrollably. But for whatever reason, I sort of expected this story to be boring and bland.