Zoë got spayed yesterday and had to stay overnight. We were able to pick her up at 10am and I have spent the entire day saying things like, “you can’t jump on that! Don’t you realize that you’ve just had surgery?!?!” and “Damn it Zoë, stay down and leave your sisters alone! You can’t play, you just had your uterus removed, now sit down!” and “Stop licking your tummy! I need new contacts and can’t tell if you are licking the surgery site!”

For about 2 hours she walked around with an e-collar on because I was tired of her licking. I am glad that we had her spayed though. I’m too young to be a grandma (and am not sure if I could handle the dog getting knocked up before me) plus I don’t think Misha wants his puppy out whoring around.

Meanest mom ever.