She's fine, but we had a scare with New Puppy, who turns 5 months old today. We took her in to be spayed two weeks ago. The rescue group made us promise to get it done before she turned five months old. We took her to their vet, because the spay was part of the adoption fee. We were told they nicked her urethra which required the removal of one of her kidneys. She had a huge incision and looked so helpless when we went in to see her. Everyone was upset, rightly so.
It has slowed her down almost not at all. A few days of pain pills, 10 days of antibiotics, and, except for the staples that come out tomorrow, you'd never know anything was wrong. I've gotten attached to seeing her run around in my tee-shirts (a really good alternative to the Cone of Shame which was suggested by the vet), but I'm sure she'll be happy not to wear it any longer.
We were so happy that there was no change to her delightful personality, and she's happily getting into all kinds of mischief. I had intended to start her in a puppy obedience class, but that will have to wait until the Fall since the summer session has already started. She will get to go to the dog park with her big brother, and I'm sure that when my friend Lira house-sits next week, she will get some obedience training.
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