Today's probably not Celeste's best day. She woke us up at 5 am this morning. Grrrr...I didn't want to play. So we went back to bed for an hour. Then she realized that she wasn't offered any food - at all. Hmmm...something's weird...she's usually offered food and she always exercises her pleasure at turning her nose up at it, until it becomes obvious that our breakfast is not going to be hers, and only then will she eat her dog food. But this morning I didn't offer her anything. I just let her play and then when it was time to go to work, she went back into her crate. She looked at me quizzically, and I went on to work.
When I returned from my morning class, at 9:30, I changed my clothes and we both bounced out the door. Off we went...to the veterinarian's office. She usually bounds into the office and leaps on whoever's closest, but today, she knew something was up. The office smelled different, looked different, the people were masked and gloved and gowned. Here came a technician she didn't know. He had a syringe in his hand and he gave her the shot like he was shooting a dart gun - from a distance and with a lot of force. Obviously, he was scared of her. She freaked out, but the woman who is a technician there took charge of Celeste and let me know I could pick her up at 6 pm this evening. That was the first time that Celeste wasn't just having a heyday with the people in the office, and basking in their adoration and attention. She actually wanted to go home with me. I was amazed. Don't worry Celeste. I'll be back this evening to take you home.
Señorita Celeste will always and forever be a señorita after today. No children, no lovers, no more hoards of street dogs peeing on the front door, no more security guys washing the door with vinegar to get rid of the urine odor of prospective male suitors who come to call. She will be forever sweet and innocent.
O nearly cried when I told him that today was Celeste's little surgery. We'll never have Siberian grandchildren...
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You did the right thing, Celeste! Hang in there little girl!
Hope she's mending well! We'll snip Leo, too, when he comes of age. Don't want anymore strays running around!
And thank God for all of that! Can you imagine Celeste with puppies? Can you imagine having 6 little Celestes running around? Maybe she'll settle down a little now(?) I think that's actually a wives' tale. It doesn't hurt to hope for it, though.
Apparently this is a fairly new thing for Peru. Our old vet refused to do the surgery, saying we had to wait till after her first period; then he said we neded to let her have a litter of puppies first. Then he said she would get premature osteoporosis if we had her spayed, and did everything he could to dissuade us.
Almost everyone who has met Celeste has asked for a pup from her, but sorry people, there is no room in our apartment for a litter of pups, nor can we raise that one or two that no one might want. Good heavens! I couldn't imagine having more than one Celeste! Actually, I can, and it's NOT a pretty picture.
Celeste is resting now, a little depressed and sore. Babying herself a lot, refusing dogfood, and only moving when I insist on it. Get over yourself, Celeste! You still have your fans downstairs! Galo the beagle still loves you! We still love you!
I'm glad the blue-eyed siren is doing well post operation. Give her a big hug from me.
Sad, sad, sad, necessary, but sad.
I like your catch-phrase "American Knitter in Peru".
The sad part is that it wouldn't be necessary if dog owners in Lima were responsible for their dogs. But they're not. There are loose dogs all over town. my experience with dogs are that they are usually wonderful family pets when they are at home or out alone. But when a group of wonderful family pets get together, they can cause trouble. It starts as play, but as the dogs play rougher and rougher, it turns into a mauling. A little blood flows, someone screams and the pack gets excited and it just escalates. Bad business all around.
(((hugs)))) Healing energies to Celeste! You're a good mama to her. :)
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