Sometimes you remember things that really didn't happen. At least we do around here. We swore that Gus had been neutered when he was a pup. The Vet told us something different. No record of it having ever been done. We must have been thinking about Kirby the cat. Anyway, since we needed to get his tags renewed, we decided to do The Deed. Dad and Kirby just smiled at Gus. Your turn big boy!

Gus came through it without a hitch except for this enormous growth on his head. The thing kinda looked like a lampshade. I'm thinking, "What, they throw a party before the operation?" At least that would explain why the procedure costs so much. "Hey, Gus. Get your fill of milk bones before The Deed?" Turns out that since Gus is an avid licker, "I lick because I can!", he has to wear this plastic lampshade for 7 to 10 days until his wounds heal. The device is effective. He's not going to lick anything but the inside of the cone. And the sound effects he makes walking around the house are great. Stand up. Smack into something. Negotiate a doorway. Smacks the jambs. Eating? Drinking? Looks like an inverted funnel with the body of a dog. I don't remember Kirby having to use one of these devices. I don't remember having to use one of these devices. Course, I can't lick THEM!