So. Bungee finally got neutered. After-care is as hellish as I imagined, even more. I have to hope it will help more than hurt him, and this isn’t another case of Covid, the animal version.
I don’t like to do things just because everybody’s doing it. Not without a lot of research and context for my particular situation. I’m sure anti-neuter/spay dog owners would understand, and even have encouraged me to get Bungee neutered if it means his anal glands improve.
Nobody wants to go under the knife —unless going under the knife is all they have left between life and death.
It’s why I never bothered with double-lid surgery, even when my mom knew a friend who knew a plastic surgeon in Hawaii who would do mine for free. Mom destroyed her face, going too far with permanent eye and lip liner. Now, she looks like the meanest person alive, when she was once one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
Think k-drama actress Shin Min-a (“Hometown Cha Cha Cha,” “Tomorrow, With You”).
Day two, and Bungee is doing better. His enlarged scrotum — typical of dogs who are neutered way past the puppy stage — has shrunk somewhat. Less bleeding, less whining, unless we leave him alone in the mudroom to get him to stop pacing and jumping.
I was able to put a cold pack on his bum for almost an hour, while watching “Ripley” on Netflix TV (I love Andrew Scott). Bungee sat, then laid on my legs, falling asleep — a far cry from yesterday, when it seemed he couldn’t even sit down without crying in pain. Even though my legs went numb, we sat / laid there for two hours at least.
Earlier today, the men in the truck came to drop off dirt to fill the rest of our garden boxes, which reminds me…
The peonies came back to life. Ed was sure they’d died during the winter. We may replace one of the dinky shrubs with another color peony later.
Bungee was able to poo today, as well.
Fingers crossed we get through 12 more days…
What on earth is double-lid surgery?