It’s been a rather stressful week for Yoshi.
Yesterday, with the summer heat and rainy season occasionally making the veranda a rather warm humid place from time to time, we decided that having thick fur probably wasn’t making Yoshi comfortable. We decided to take him to the pet store where we bought him for a trimming. We’ve cut off all other business with the store, but they are located much closer than our vet, and I was pressed for time trying to get him there on my lunch break. They were booked solid until late into the evening, but eventually we got to get him shaved down. We opted for the extreme trim instead of the "bald shave" that many pet owners get here. Hairless dogs look freaky.
Yoshi fought like a champ against his first haircut, but the result was an uneven hairdo. His neck, legs, and belly all were shaved to different lengths because he struggled so much. They told us that if we want to have him shaved again, they’ll recommend that we knock him out with a shot so he can be shaved in his sleep. Considering the fact I don’t trust this pet store to even feed our dog correctly, the chance I’d let them inject him with medicine is extremely small.
Today we took him to our proper vet to have him "snipped". Behavioral modification through mutilation! We weren’t there, as the vet had things to do, so we dropped him off and did some other errands around town. The surgery only took ten minutes. The tests for antibodies that required several shots took three times as long.
I didn’t have the habit of personifying animals until I owned a dog. However, I can’t help but to think my dog is thinking poorly of me now every time he stares up to me with his dog collar on. At the moment, Yoshi doesn’t have the energy to do anything other than lay around and look nearly dead.
"Why me?"
"I thought you were cool."
