Dumbing Down

The time has come. 

Grimms...uhh..."brains" have completely matured now that he's on the verge of being eight months old.  Not that he's any smarter or anything since he is still rather derpy..anyway...he's not allowed to keep the "brains". For the sake of his health and my sanity, those suckers gotta go. Sorry, Bub! 

I took him to our awesome Vet this morning ...I think he new the jig was up. I mean, I told him we were going to the market and I was gonna get him some bacon & chicken meatballs (he loves those things), so of course he had some pep in his step. The second I pressed the buzzer for us to go into the waiting room of Dr. Hildes office, he started pawing my leg. He knew. 

Sigh. I picked him up and made our way in. Instantly, Dr. Hilde opened the door straight into the exam room and exclaimed "Oh wow! Grimm has gotten big!". Indeed! He's now tipping the scales at a sturdy 17lbs and he's longer than Cole (thankfully, not as heavy). Looks like he's gonna turn out to be a standard size rather than a mini (fine by me!). She was lovin' on his coat color, the fact that he was a very very happy dog, his weight was perfect (yessss!!) and that everything looked wonderful in terms of his health. 

While she let him run around the exam room for a little bit to burn some energy off, she helped me out with all the Puppy Passport stuff I needed to get done for the remaining hooligans. Then came the part where I felt like a bad Mommy. She had me hold him while she shot something into his hind leg that'd make him very..very relaxed. Poor booger screamed like a banshee. I put him back on the ground so he could run around a little more. I swear, within two minutes of the shot, he was PASSED OUT. He was sprawled out under her desk and sawing logs. Man, if only it were that easy to knock him out when we try to sleep at 10pm! Once all the passport stuff was done, she took him to her operation table and had me keep him company while she injected the rest of the anesthesia into him. By doing it this way, he wasn't stressed out with the sight of me leaving him behind or anything like that.  Ohhhh that little booger knew how to pull at my heart strings! He thumped his tail till he couldn't thump it any more and he was in La La Land. I really didn't want to leave him, but alas, I had to...

The time came for me to pick up my little Grimmling from his procedure and he was VERY happy to see me. Dr Hilde told me that the moment I buzzed the main door to come in, he started whimpering and pacing his kennel since he knew I was there for him. Such a smart booger! He was all wiggly (and piddly) and was oh so ready to head on home. Sure thing, buddy!

He's actually fairing pretty well, ya know, considering all the facts. For the next four days, he has spiffy pain meds and antibiotics to take. Then over the next ten days, he can't take a bath and we need to be very proactive about picking him up & setting him down when he wants to get on/off the couches & beds. THAT is gonna be a challenge since he likes to bounce all over the place. Oh well, I suppose it'll be payback for doing *this* to him in the first place. 

On that note, time for me to hug my tender wiener.