Saturday, September 17, 2011

Hyster Sisters

The morning started at 5:59 when I heard the little whimper.  I quickly got up and took Freedom outside to do her business and then came back in to get myself ready.  It was a big big day for her.  She would be getting her hysterectomy.  Ya, ya, in dogs they call it spade but I call it what it is.  Her parts were removed.  I had one 2 1/2 years ago so now we have a special bond.  We are hyster sisters. {I didn't have mine done by a vet}
She acted like she had no idea what was happening but I talked to her about it last night.  She really seemed to be ok with everything, like it wasn't going to be a big deal.  But for some reason she cried for half of the car ride and became a little skittish when we entered the vets office.  What's with the smell of those places? We had never been to this office before but it came recommended by a JRT breeder so I went with it.  This place was like a sweat shop.  Extremely busy but totally organized.  I'm not sure if sweat shops are like that or not but I am assuming so.  I dropped my fur baby off, shed a tear on my way out and then cried some more in the car.  If you haven't figured out yet, I am an emotional person.  I just got a little scared about the whole anesthesia thing and thinking how scared she was for that entire 2 minutes before they started her IV.
I had 3 hours to keep myself busy before she would be ready so I headed over to do some shopping.  That would surely make me feel better.  Except that when I got to the empty parking lot I realized nothing is open at 8:00 am!!  So I sat in my car on this chilly foggy morning and people watched.  There was a Starbucks nearby but I was enjoying my hot tea from my broken travel mug in my car.  There was some guy pacing in front of Bed Bath and Beyond with out a shirt!  I kept my distance but couldn't stop staring.  Totally rude of me, I know.
I got back before 11 and my baby was ready.  Totally unresponsive to me and stoned out of her mind.  It was time to pay and it was much more than what I was quoted.  I promised myself a few months ago I would start speaking up in situations like this.  It would have been easy for me to say, um, I thought I heard you say it was $xx not $XX.  Simple right.  No.  Instead I handed over my credit card and have been trying to think of a way to explain to my husband why I once again didn't speak up.  Next time this sort of thing happens I am gonna rock it!  Or cry.... whatever, as long as I don't have to spend extra money.
This dog has been out of it all day and I'm kind of liking it now... as long as she sleeps through the night.
I'm pretty sure she isn't in any pain.


  1. i love these cute pics. poor, relaxed little freedom!

    i remember when mylie was spayed - she was so chill the whole rest of the day. never even lifted up her head.

    and now she has two little dot tattoos on her belly marking that she was spayed - she is hardcore like that - did freedom get tatted? :)

  2. I am the same way about speaking up. Let's make a pack to be more bold in those circumstances!

  3. hyster sisters! ha. i was wondering where you were going with that title... freedom is so cute! glad all went well.

  4. I can't speak up either :(
    Glad your little friend is doing ok xo

  5. I'm glad, you were not 'spayed' at a Vet! ;)
    Happy Sunday friend! It's rainy & a whole 60* here today! :)

  6. stoned out of her mind, lol. she looked it. glad she handled it well. i'm a baby when it comes to doing stuff for my dog, can't imagine how i will be about children, lol

  7. I used to work in a vet's office, so I know what you're going through with your little dog. Hope she heals quickly.

  8. oh poor little Freedom, hope the recovery is fast and quick for her poor thing! My husband is balking at getting Kip's nuts taken out, he says it is a guy thing...


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