Well, folks, Amy survived the spay. I knew she would. When I went to pick her up she laid her head on my lap and looked at me with those big eyes, as if to say, "I'm glad you're here, Mom. These people are wierd and something happened. I don't know what. Can we go home now?" She is feeling good tonight and ready to play.
She is back to tormenting her Dachshund friends here in the yard. I want so much to keep her, but I am not sure an RV life is good for a big energetic doggie like her.
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