Our little Dash is having his surgery today. You know, the surgery where a certain part of his male anatomy will be removed. I hate to think about it.
In preparation for surgery, Dash was not allowed to eat after nine last night. I figured if he couldn't eat, nobody could, so I took all food away. When Jack woke me up at 6:45 this morning, it was still dark. The cats were wide awake though - apparently dying of starvation. I was surrounded, and felt bad, but couldn't feed them since Dash was still here.
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| Hey, lady! Did you forget something? You're supposed to feed us, remember? |
The poor little guy eats a lot, so he was the hungriest. I saw him checking all the counters for crumbs of - anything. Knowing him, if he found a bug last night, he probably ate it. At one point, it appeared as though Fancy was getting ready to hack up a hairball. Dash was way too eager with anticipation as to what his brother might cough up in the way of anything remotely edible...
As soon as Andy left with Dash, accompanied by a bag of food for later and Dash's favorite "fishing pole," (in case he gets away from them and they need it to redirect his attention,) I fed the crew. Nobody was picky this morning. All bowls were licked clean.
Thinking of last night, Rooney is turning into a real character. They have three beds to pick from in our bedroom: The kennel, the air mattress and a dog sofa. Aside from our bed, Rooney likes the air mattress. So does Jack. Whoever gets into the bedroom first, gets their pick of the beds. Jack jumped into the air mattress like a gazelle scaling a hedge. Rooney was not happy. Instead of choosing one of the other two places to sleep, she decided to pout and throw herself onto the tile floor.
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| Oh, man. I like this bed but she's gonna pout and get her way. |
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| Don't worry about me - I'll just sleep here on this cold, hard floor... |
Andy and I can't figure out how our sweet little Rooney is turning into such a diva.
Switching gears completely, I've mentioned before my fascination with Orb spiders. They make intricate webs on the screened enclosure. I never take down spider webs because I think they're beautiful and the spider worked very hard to make it. Hey, that's as good an excuse as any for not cleaning, right? I was able to get a few pictures of the spider on its web -
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| If it has a face, it's safe... How cool is that? |
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| Too bad you can't see the web
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It's so quiet here with little man gone. His brothers aren't sure what's going on. I tried to explain it to them, and they seemed to be paying attention. All I know is, they're way too happy. I hope it's because it's a beautiful day, and they can come and go as they please. I'd sure hate to think their joy is because they assume he won't be coming back...
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