Baby Wilson was neutered today...hard to believe he will be six months old next week.
I waited until this morning to tell him where he was going today as I didn't want him to worry his little doodle head about it. So I woke up early and told him all about what would happen today and all he wanted to know was why he didn't get to eat breakfast.
On the way to the vet I realized this would be the first time I had ever taken Wilson anywhere and left him...so I worried about it all day. They said he got lots of love and attention and did just fine.
He cried on the way home. CRIED...not a whine, or a whimper or a bark but a cry....and so I cried too.
He ate dinner and went potty and is now sound asleep on my lap.