No balls

I was a terrible momma Monday...Spike no longer has balls.

I had them removed. His little pink belly is stitched and red and raw.

HB is upset with me as he feels I removed the manhood from the pooch....I almost thought about asking them if they could put some marbles in their place just so HB would shut up.

Spike was pitiful and drugged and looked like he lost his best friend.

We were made to put a cone on his head and he continued to run into things and bounce off the walls.

I removed the cone - although J still puts in one him for a laugh. She's a little evil that one.

The lipstick and red rocket displays were gross and no one wanted to touch him when he was at full mast.

If I just keep that in my mind - I won't feel so bad.

Poor Spike.