Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

I feel mean today, at 8.00 am I took the boys to the vets in Crouch End to be neutered.

They had a check up first, when the vet took Vlads temperature, so shocked was he at having a thermometer shoved up his poor little bum, he jumped off the table.

I was really worried about them having this operation , French Bulldogs are at more risk with anaesthetic . I left them looking at me in a very sad and confused way. I was told to call at 2.00pm to see what time to collect, and that they would only call me if there was a problem.

When I called, they told me to pick up the boys at 3.30pm. Isabel and Matt came along with me, I was anxious about how they would be. They were very wobbly and didn't look too happy.

Now it's 9.00pm, and they're not really settled, they will sleep for ten minutes, then pace about in a staggering fashion. Poor Toulouse keeps standing in one spot swaying, he can hardly keep his eyes open but will not lay down unless I physically lie him down.

They haven't drank any water or eaten anything, I feel bad. I hope they're more themselves tomorrow.