Life Explained

Back at doggy daycare with a scar healing on my underside and Mr Pugglesworth was no longer interested in me. One sniff with his flat Pug-nose and he scooted off in search of fresher meat. I sniffed my wound and wondered if it was infected. There was no sign of swelling, no redness to alarm and no discharge to lick away. Everything was normal (except for the scar).

I spoke to Winnie the golden Cockapoo. She's wise and knows a lot about life. She was the one that advised me not to engage in playful activity with a larger dog because, when they're behaving boisterously, they'll end up accidentally hurting me. She recommended I find someone of similar size and build then nudge them politely enquiring if they'd like to engage in a game of chase.

Taking me aside, we found a quiet couch. Given the volume of barking, this was quite a feat. She told me to sit down, that she had some bad news. I sat. She didn't give me a treat. I thought that was the bad news. I was wrong. She whispered that I now could never have puppies. 

I looked at her confused. I was only six months old. Why would I want to have puppies? I had a life to live, friendships to grow, a modelling career to build. I didn't have time for boy dogs, never mind hanky panky.

She told me I'd been spayed and there was no going back from there. The deed was done. She assured me there were positives. I wouldn't go into heat and get pestered by every randy boy dog in the complex; I was less likely to develop cancer in later life, and it was also a sign I was maturing. She reminded me how small I'd been when I first arrived. I was now nearly as tall as her. I didn't hide in a corner anymore. I had lots of friends that played with me when I wasn't napping. All the humans still thought I was gorgeous, even with my scar. I was to keep on enjoying life, getting up to mischief and making the most of my time. There were toys that needed chewing with my new teeth. 

I listened to her kind words and reflected on their meaning. It was a period of change but in many ways, things were the same. I just had one less choice, one I had never considered anyway.

More fool the humans. Now they won't make a fortune selling my babies. 

I will remain forever unique.