Cone Head.

Yesterday was Fixing Day for Miss Bella. No takin' chances around here. Can't have puppies having puppies in my house.

Like my indirect avoidance of the B word there?  ;)

So we dropped her off at the clinic, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, early yesterday. She actually had to have a couple of cuspids pulled too - baby teeth that were apparently not falling out as they should. Vet decided to surgically remove them while in anesthesia.

The call came late afternoon to come pick her up. Oh my. Did she ever look sorry-faced. Droopy tail. Wistful eyes that said, "You humans. What have you done to me?"

She actually managed to send me on a bit of a guilt-trip.

But the trip was short-lived. This afternoon she's doing much better. Slept soundly through the night until 6 o'clock this morning. Now she's hopping on and off the couch like nobody's business. Seemingly defying the fact that just twenty-four hours ago the vet took a knife to her belly and made a 1-inch incision. Tough little canine. Stubborn too, since she's trying like the dickens to get that plastic cone off, and see if she can't all but rip those stitches out.

Say, is that a smile for the camera?