Unbeknownst to Darby at the time this photo of her was taken last Friday, big changes were on the horizon. As much as we love Darby, she's just over six months old now, and we don't want those scoundrel neighborhood boy dogs to like her to an equal degree, but in a whole different way. Over the course of the next several days, we had several heart-to-hearts telling her what was about to happen - Dr. Hankes was going to harvest her girl parts. Yesterday was that day, and all went well. And I'm going to pick her up this morning in a couple of hours. It's really bizarre how attached you become to these critters in such a short period of time, and how much you miss them (even though they can sometimes be overbearingly obnoxious) when they're not around.
But the real chore is still at hand; I am supposed to keep her calm for the next three-to-five days. No running, jumping, or other tomfoolery. Wish me luck!
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