Last weekend it became quite obvious that it was time for Rudy to say bye bye to some of his male bits. He is almost seven months old, but we had put it off a while so any baby teeth could be pulled at the same time.
I made the appt. on Monday and dropped him off Tuesday morning before work. He is as healthy as a horse, but of course I worried and brooded until I got the call that everything went fine and I could pick him up at 4 p.m. He had a pretty rough night on Tuesday, but to my relief he was back to his waggy tail self Wednesday morning.
Wednesday afternoon I got a call from the vet's office to ask how he was doing. I was happy to report that everything was fine, and he was doing very well. That was when the vet told me that Rudy was a gorgeous dog, had a wonderful disposition, and that everyone working in their office had commented on what a beautiful dog he was. I was so proud of my little guy
