Shawn dropped off Zoe this morning so she could be spayed. He said as they carried her away all he could see was her face staring back at him over the shoulder of a stranger. And she cried and whimpered.
Better Shawn than me. I couldn't have taken that!
Zoe is resting in her "room", being the bathroom that is never used. She seems OK, but sore as she cannot seem to get comfortable. They told me she should be about back to normal tomorrow. Poor little dog. She was mad at me for taking away the food & water last night. She peed three times in 30 minuets just to pay me back.
Shawn and I both feel like big fat meanies.
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