Poor little Owen lost his balls today. Literally. As cute as he is he'll never procreate.
When I got home he had on the cone. It didn't stay on long. I think it was scaring him. We'll get some photo's later (of him with the cone).
He is sad, and in pain. Poor little guy is very quiet tonight. He's been my little buddy most of the evening just laying in my lap with this sad little face. I'm sure in a few days he'll be back to normal.
I'd offer him a bag of ice but he'd probably just chew on it.
The paradox of insular language
1 year ago
2 comments:
I remember when that happened to me...I can sympathize with him.
hahaha
Classic Dave.
Poor dog
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