When I was around 12 years old my dad and step-mom surprised the five of us with a kitten! An adorable gray kitten with a white nose and white paws. He was cuddly and loving and cute and...well...everything a kitten should be.
The time came to get him declawed and he was dropped off at the vet. Later that day the vet called, and informed us that they had inadvertantly given Smokey the anesthesia does of a much larger cat. Our kitten would not be waking up. Oops. (We bawled for what felt like weeks, probably was about 30 minutes, but still...we missed Smokey)
Why do I tell you this morbid story? Because at 8 o'clock this morning I dropped off my dear sweet puppy to be neutered. I accidently called it 'castrated' but Matt was quick to correct me lest I accidently ask for the incorrect procedure. I'm still unclear on the difference, anyone? Anyone? No? Okay then...moving on.
I can't help but think of Smokey right now, and Lord knows nothing can be simple with Jaco. Keep in mind, he only has one ball, they have to go inside and find the other one.
Love you little buddy!! See you at 3:30!
Who wants to bet that Jaco figures out how to milk this for all it is worth?
Also, you should probably head over to my sister's page and see the card her dog, Snow White, made for Jaco. I squealed quite a bit when I saw it.