Vacation

I get three whole days off next week. And I need them. I have been feeling a bit tired – okay strike that a lot tired. I just want to stay in and enjoy some days not behind the desk. One of the things I will do is spend time with the dogs. Major and Chief

Chiefy has a date with a scalpel. I hope all goes well. Chief is the younger of the two dogs I care for. He belongs to my mother. I’m sort of starting to feel bad about it because this was a point of contention with my dad.

“He’s keeping his balls.” My dad would say, that’s sort of a quote, the real argument was that I thought Chief should get neutered and he said not until he (Chief), and this is a quote, “got some.” My argument was – well where is this going to happen he doesn’t hang out with other dogs, all he’s got is Major (my dog) and Major is fixed. My dad swore he would find Chief a female.

Lately Chief has been ungentlemanly towards other dogs who have come to visit – dogs that are fixed. So, Chief will be neutered. This is for his own good, he has grown some what aggressive towards smaller animals, and he feels the need to mark his territory more often. The bad part is he does this in the house, weather it is mine or my moms’; he thinks both homes are his territory.

In this instance we are going against my dad’s wishes to keep chief a whole dog – yes my dad considered a neutered dog half a dog. And I sort of feel bad about that but the reasons far outweigh his wishes.

Sorry Dad. The balls are coming off.

So the bad thought in my head right now is – kind of a sick joke, which I would never do. Never ever. But what I would say to my dad if I could is - well we can always bury them with you. Dig a spot by your grave and toss Chief’s balls in there.

I know my dad would have found that funny.