Getting fixed...

Wilson is a little too happy riding to the vet.

Someone was a little too cheerful this morning. Of course, he wouldn't have been if he knew where we were going.

Wilson had his neuter appointment this morning. Around 7:15am I got up, let him go outside with Jolene, and then put her up before loading him into the car.

We were told he rides in cars well but that was not the case this morning. Well, okay, compared to Jolene, he's a dream in the car. But he wasn't the "let's go for a ride!!" type I was expecting.

He didn't like being in the backseat so, when I got out to get gas, he came up into the passenger seat and was waiting for me to get back. Then, when I opened the door to get in, he tried to bolt out the driver's side door. That's something Jolene has never tried to do so that caught me completely off guard. He did mellow out on the long drive to the vet, however. He eventually sat down in the passenger seat and just enjoyed the ride.

But now he's at the vet getting fixed. I feel bad for him. Four years old and still in tact and now they gotta come off. That's gotta suck. Please do the world a favor and get your dogs fixed at an early age. Please?!

We get him back early tomorrow afternoon. In the mean time, Jolene is taking this window of opportunity to actually, you know, sleep.

Jolene finally getting some shut-eye with Wilson out of the house.