Joe Boxer and Pepper have been cleared for surgery! Whoo hoo!!!
Joe Boxer, the farty dog, has gained eleven pounds. ELEVEN! He no longer looks like a skeletal horror movie beast which mean’s his boy parts can come off and maybe our evenings won’t be set to the sound track of his sloppy licking of his balls. Ms. Pepper, who’s gained a pound and a half, gets her parts altered next Thursday and Joe gets his snipped two weeks after. I’m not dumb. I spaced out the crazy. We really know how to party here!
Surgery means Cone of Shame and Cone of Shame means awkward thunking off everything, which while funny to watch, makes for a miserable dog. When we first got Joe Boxer, I attempted to put TTD’s old plastic Cone of Shame on him so that he’d stop licking his wounds. Joe was not a fan, so much not a fan that it almost scared him through the wall. So, to prevent any possible remodeling of the house, we’ve gotten a pair of blow up Cones of Shame - which Husband was incapable of blowing up - and yesterday we test-drove them on the dogs.
You can see how thrilled they are to be wearing these classic pieces of wearable art. I mean, their joy just radiates out of the screen, doesn’t it. They don’t at all look like we’re sticking them with hot coals and telling them to like it.
We’re taking bets on how long these blow-up Cones of Shame last until they’re chewed to pieces. Joe Boxer has destroyed so many things in a three-day period that I'm thinking of renting him out to a construction company. That dog could bring down a small building in days.
Side Note: we need a new name for Joe Boxer – because Joe sounds just like “No!” and with three dogs, “No!” is a word we’ve been using way too much. "No!" usually followed by “Stop humping/licking/growling/pulling/etc.” It’s confusing the poor dumb dog more than he already is. Any name change suggestions are welcome - any logical and sane suggestions. Husband has already contributed many, many names to the insane illogical list… Joe Boxer ain’t swift but I’m not going outside and shouting “Galikit!” at the top of my voice. The neighbors already think we're odd.
My name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me