Cheeks became a eunuch yesterday. In some ways, I think he took it better than I did. Not in a stereotypical "Oooh, I sypmathize with you for losing your manhood," kind of way, either. In the weeks leading up to the operation I would never say he was getting neutered in front of him, but instead I said he was becoming a eunuch and teased him about it with a sing song voice. He seemed interested in what I had to say :) And afterwards? I found myself teasing him ... I can't help it. "Where'd your balls go, boy? Go find them!"

But the great thing about dogs is that they live in the present. Today doesn't matter, yesterday doesn't matter, any day before doesn't matter. Only now matters. So he continues walking along, sniffing with abandon at anything that seems interesting. Mmmm. Something must have died in that spot.

I also marvel at how he can be such a different dog. At home or hanging out at work, he is the most laid back dog you will ever meet, yet at doggie day care he's the opposite. I'm told by one the staffers that he's quickly becoming her favorite dog because he's still a bit goofy with his coordination and she can easily get him excited. It must be a funny combination to see ... I've experienced it a few times at the dog park, one memorable moment invovled him chasing me, missing a turn and slamming into my legs, causing us to tumble to the ground. I'm just glad he's not a yipper :)