I think Dr. Alex got me drunk or hypnotized me or something. Louise handed me a chicken giblet on the way home from the vet's office & I couldn't even look at it. I just sat in the back seat & stared out the window. I didn't wag my tail or bark or anything the whole ride home (and there was a lot of traffic on the FDR Drive, so it was a looong ride). Thelma kept petting my head & laughing, saying over & over how "subdued" I was. But was she concerned when I turned down a pizza crust after dinner? No! I just put my head in her lap & sighed. That doctor coulda given me opiates or even Tanqueray in the IV drip & she wouldn't have known. (Don't worry: booze wasn't on the invoice.)
Louise put my St. Francis medal on a chain to wear around my neck during the procedure. I don't know why she was so worried about me, but I'm glad she did that. Can't be too careful, you know.
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