Walter's Date with the Vet

Is there anything more pathetic than a doped-up dog wearing a Elizabethan collar? Walter’s neutering went just fine, and while he was under anesthesia they also removed his broken tooth. Now he’s home, and he’ll periodically get up from being curled up on the bed, look around confused, try to take off his collar, and then give me a look that makes me feel like the worse person ever. Oh, and there are also the whimpers. At least when Eli was recently in a collar he just glared at us.

I’ve gone on a one-woman campaign to change the phrase “she’s like a pit bull when dealing with people” to “she’s like a chihuahua when dealing with people,” but I don’t think it’s catching on quite yet.

Meanwhile, this Saturday is National Pit Bull Awareness day! How will you be celebrating?