I do not like the cone of shame.

Poor Logan went for the big *snip snip* yesterday and ended up with the lampshade on his head.....when I picked him up, the littlest Sweck was with me and as the vet tech handed him over, Darin said "I do not like the cone of shame."

I just about peed my pants laughing as it made me think of my favorite movie of 2009 - "UP"  - which by the way, is coming out on DVD Tuesday. Who will be the first in line? That would be me.

Anyhoo - a few rimadyl and $270 later, I have a non testosterone Toy Poodle. It kind of grosses me out that they just remove the testicles but leave the stupid bag. So you get your dog home and he's got this huge deflated bag hanging from where his testicles used to be. It's almost mockery. Hey, dog, we know you had a nice round set, here's a sick reminder of how things used to be. Poor bastard.

He's recovering well. I went to the market tonight and picked up some marrow bones and they are in heaven. I had to get one for the fat bastard, too. You can't get one and not the other - you try to avoid dog fights in a multi dog household and trust me, when Kramer gets a bone of any kind, he will eat anyone that comes near him.

We don't allow food/toy aggression with people but with the other animals, I let it fly. I figure, why shouldn't they protect their stuff. My kids are pros at screaming when someone takes their stuff.....the dogs are no different.