Today was my Mom’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom! (Mom doesn’t actually read the blog, as far as I know, but what the hay.)

Mom & Dad’s little dog Happy had surgery today. She’s spending the night at the vet’s, and should be home by lunchtime tomorrow. I hope she’s doing alright, resting comfortably.

Happy is about nine, my best guess. When came to live with my Grandma several years ago, the previous owner gave assurances that she had been spayed. So that little bit of information went down in her medical chart. It became persuasive history despite the facts, sort of like Bush’s Guard service.

When Grandma went into the nursing home, and Mom & Dad adopted her, I called the vet to make sure Happy was spayed. I’m a verbal advocate of spaying and nuetering pets, and God knows we wouldn’t want her getting pyometra. I was assured she was all fixed up.

A few weeks ago, Happy started lactating. Imagine our surprise. False pregnancy. So after a battery of lab tests, the little ragamuggin finally got spayed today. And had her teeth cleaned. She’s going to be really pissed off when she wakes up.