I always loved this farside:
And this brings me to my main point, yesterday, we took our sweet little guy to the vet to get “tutored.”
We dropped him off at 10am, and picked him up at 4pm. Naturally we worried all day about the surgery and were sad about his alteration, hoping this would not change his personality.
Last night he was really woozy, shaky legs, and he looked terrible, ungroomed, drugged out.
Today, 100 percent back to normal. Minus the, umm, well, as the German’s call them, eggs.
