So, it’s official. Kingsley has officially had any last shred of manhood he once had ripped away from him (more like snipped). On Tuesday, June 3, Kingsley was neutered.
This is Kingers, Kings, Kingy, Kingswey, Kingypie, Pup, (whichever you prefer) when we first got him, 8 weeks old.
This is once his ears perked up and his snout grew and his fur grew into a mane.
Now the poor pup is running around in his “room” with a collar (i was hoping he would walk out with one of those large, plastic, awkward cones but alas, he didn’t) that cost $8.68. We thought when we picked him up from the vet, being medicated and all, he might have actually lost some of his energy. We were very wrong, he might have actually gained large amounts of energy. He has continued to scour the house for every sock we own and “herd” (chase and growl at) his “sheep” (a volleyball).
My favorite part of this whole experience: when Kingsley runs around, trips on his temporary collar, and falls right on his face.
