Shortpig
Well-Known Member
Well after all my concerns about Jerry and neutering. Stitches are out and he has healed very quickly. The
funny part is when he had his surgery he weighed in at 93 lbs. Wellll! yesterday was also Diegos appt to
get his shots for the year to be licensed. Weighed in at 100 lbs even. OMG! I knew he was a hefty boy.
My daughter decided to pick him up and put him in my back seat, 4wd high truck. She grunted and groaned while doing this and looked around to see if he had eaten the two little dogs. He is afterall built like a
Mack Truck. At the vets Jerry decided he wasn't going to go down and show the vet his belly. It took both
of us to wrestle him to the floor and hold a kicking fighting dog down and calm him before he would let the
vet remove those stitches. A couple head butts to my face and he finally relented. The vet was extremely
impressed that during the wrestling match not once were there any teeth involved. He just didn't want that guy playing with his belly anymore. Can't say I blame him. Then load them back into the truck and off to
Micky D's for breakfast. All is well and Jerry will now be much more sane, Diego will be much happier with
his neutered friend and life will be much better here at home. The bad news is next year Bubba has to go
get his shots to be licensed. Oh how he shakes when he has to leave his home. Last time I took him I swear I heard his teeth chattering as he shook. Of course I don't much like Dr appts myself. I detest sitting in the
waiting room and having all the sick people so close to me. I wish they had another way to put the people
together.
funny part is when he had his surgery he weighed in at 93 lbs. Wellll! yesterday was also Diegos appt to
get his shots for the year to be licensed. Weighed in at 100 lbs even. OMG! I knew he was a hefty boy.
My daughter decided to pick him up and put him in my back seat, 4wd high truck. She grunted and groaned while doing this and looked around to see if he had eaten the two little dogs. He is afterall built like a
Mack Truck. At the vets Jerry decided he wasn't going to go down and show the vet his belly. It took both
of us to wrestle him to the floor and hold a kicking fighting dog down and calm him before he would let the
vet remove those stitches. A couple head butts to my face and he finally relented. The vet was extremely
impressed that during the wrestling match not once were there any teeth involved. He just didn't want that guy playing with his belly anymore. Can't say I blame him. Then load them back into the truck and off to
Micky D's for breakfast. All is well and Jerry will now be much more sane, Diego will be much happier with
his neutered friend and life will be much better here at home. The bad news is next year Bubba has to go
get his shots to be licensed. Oh how he shakes when he has to leave his home. Last time I took him I swear I heard his teeth chattering as he shook. Of course I don't much like Dr appts myself. I detest sitting in the
waiting room and having all the sick people so close to me. I wish they had another way to put the people
together.
