Ann got spayed this week. I took her to the clinic all by myself and we had an adventure. I was going to write all about it but my pregnancy brain wouldn't allow it. Here lately it has been quite hard for me to focus. So, I am giving you the reader's digest version. There was dog vomit (in my car), Ann's suicide attempt (running into traffic is better that being in the car apparently) and my keys getting locked in the car. Oh, it was fun. By the end of the morning I was standing in a parking lot sobbing to Jason on the phone while I waited for AAA. Thanks to Jason's parents for AAA. I don't know what I would have done without it.
I am happy to report that Ann is back home and is recovering nicely. She is a little clingy, I think she is afraid that we might send her away again. I wish we could use this as leverage to get her to behave. If you jump on Adam when he comes over we are taking you to the CLINIC. She would never misbehave again.
I was planning on taking a picture on Lil'Ann all alone on her bed recovering. However, Prissy wouldn't have it. As soon as she saw me grab the camera she followed me. She sat down right in front of me as if to say "I am tired of Ann getting all the pictures around here, I am cute now take my picture." So here is Ann and Prissy on Ann's bed. I would like to note that as soon as the camera was put away Priss went to play leaving poor little Ann alone on her sick bed.
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