Not a Recap

I've decided I don't especially feel like writing some sort of introductory post explaining how we got married in July, got a Golden Retriever puppy (a.k.a. spawn of satan) in September, moved into a townhouse, etc... I'm just going to jump right in, and if you have questions, you'll either have to ask me or just wonder for the rest of your life. (Not sure who "you" are anyway, as most of my friends are not nearly as blog-obsessed as I am.)

Indiana was neutered on Monday. This was supposed to give us a full 48 hours, possibly more, of rest and relaxation while he recovered/mourned.

It did not.

We had MAYBE a day of quiet. We brought him home Monday night and he was very subdued and tired... still groggy from the surgery, basically, and yes, in pain. He didn't even want to get out of the car when we got home. It was so pathetic that I momentarily longed for my old puppy back. Be careful what you wish for. Tuesday he slept for most of the day after barfing up his breakfast... yum. But when Matt got home on Tuesday afternoon, Indy snapped to attention, and he hasn't calmed down since. He has to wear an E-collar so he won't lick/nibble the incision while it heals, and he. hates. it. And I'm pretty sure he hates us for leaving it on him. So before, we had an unhappy puppy who was tired. Now we have an unhappy puppy who is not allowed to run, jump, play, or really chew on his toys the way he'd like to, and this does not make for an enjoyable living environment.

On an entirely unrelated note, I desperately need a new job. It's getting harder and harder to convince myself to walk out the door and go to "work" (walking dogs). There's nothing in particular that I want to do at the moment, but I need to be around people at the very least.

Well, duty (doody?) calls. Later dudes.