Yeah, remember how I was all cavalier about Tonks’ spay before? How I was laughing, ever so slightly, about how funny she’d be all drugged up and stuff?

Instead? She’s just breaking my heart! Seriously, I’m such a softy! I’m supposed to keep her still (outside to potty only, and other than that strict REST) for 5 days. FIVE. FUCKING. DAYS. My poor puppy isn’t used to staying still for more than 5 minutes (if I’m lucky). The vet gave us sedatives, which I’m using exactly as prescribed. But it’s so sad, y’all! She wants to be awake! She wants to play! I’m so very glad she’s crate trained, but at the same time, I feel like terribly for locking her up all day long. I know it’s good for her. I knowshe’ll heal faster, and that she’ll forget this brief period of her puppy childhood, but still, it’s hard for ME. Why didn’t the vet give ME sedatives!?!?! She lies in her little crate, staring at me with those adorably little brown puppy eyes, and I want to cry (I very near did last night, actually; I rushed to bathroom to get my shit together because, C’MON, WonderSpot! It’s a perfectly standard dog procedure!).

(Please, please don’t email me saying how horrible it is to spay a dog, or how horrible it is to sedate a dog. I will track down your IP address and kick your ass. Kisses!)

Just look at this little face and tell me you wouldn’t be heartbroken, too:

I can’t wait until she’s healthy and she can stop making me feel like a shitty dog-mama.

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….For Tonks, not me.

My little pup is growing up. Tomorrow she gets her uterus removed. Poor thing. I feel so badly already. I let her gnaw on my hand for half an hour tonight (when she nipped at my boob, however, I did yell a little).

I’m hoping to post some VIDEO from my new (it’s still new, shut up!) video camera soon. I’m getting a shiny new MacBook Pro for work (it’s a rough job, I know) and it’ll come with some super sweet software including photoshop (and the rest of the CS3 suite) and video editing. Prepare to be unindated with videos of Tonks, both nutty and druggy. Yes, that’s right, I’m planning on filming her stoned recovery. Because I’m a horrible person and don’t deserve to own a dog.

Since I will be spending most of the weekend home with my poor adorable dog, I do plan on catching up on some more substantial posts (ie: JS and I are planning on moving in together. AND WE’RE NOT MARRIED. SUCK THAT RELIGIOUS ZEALOTS (please dont’ tell my parents)).

Hey! I want popcorn. Later.

 (Damn. I burnt it. Meh, I’m sure it’s still OK.)

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So this new find ALMOST tops my TiVo as the best thing EVAH.

Kong toys. (For the dog. Dirty). It’s a little rubber cone thing that you stuff with, well, whatever. I got some paste like stuff made for puppies (so’s not to upset her tummy). But I also have some other treats that HOPEFULLY will keep her more entertained while I’m at work than her puppy pads do. I mean, all she does now is shred her training pad or rip the paper off my cabinets (I guess they are a faux wood finish, after all).

It’s like a CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.

Next, on WonderSpot: the beginning of Christmas pictures! Including, but not limited to: a puppy in a Santa hat, a box of Trader Joe’s Candy Cane Joe Joe cookies (like Oreos, only with peppermint candy pieces in the cream filling!), and the first wrapped gift! Woo-hoo!

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Yesterday, Tonks was in Super Adorable Puppy mode, where all she did was snuggle with me and lie around the floor watching me go about my business. No biting. No trying to run away with my slacks while I tried to put them on. Nothing. Just cute.

Today? Not so much. Today I have an inch long scratch on my arm because I didn’t throw her ball fast enough. I had to take her out 4 times because she kept ringing the damn bells and even though she was driving me NUTS, I still want her to know that ringing the bells = outside to potty. Then, when I was almost ready to go, I put her up behind the baby gate and she promptly ran over to her water bowl, dumped it over, rolled around in it, and then set to work covering every last millimeter with muddy paw prints.

Good times. Good times.

I gave her a stern lecture on how we are not morning people, and she’d best learn that and save all her crazy psycho energy for…well, for never, but if she must, then for when we’re actually, you know, playing. I don’t think she listened.

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Sometimes after Tonks has fallen asleep in her crate, I wake her up just so I can snuggle with her.

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