The Big Snip - Part I
Today’s the big day. Well, not ‘big’ as much as traumatic. And of course, the trauma started early because Rockwell can’t have breakfast or even water before the operation. I know he feels confused but I feel bad eating my breakfast while he is (literally) gnawing on a bare bone under the table. I took him for a walk in the park (not a metaphor) and he actually pooped for me without even anything in his stomach. I will never understand his pooping schedules.