Poor Rooney

I think he must've been hallucinating. Maybe something really WAS there.

Rooney on good drugs

Poor Rooney had a rather bad day earlier this week. First off, he was not allowed any breakfast as we were taking him in for the big snip. When I left for work, he was protesting loudly and trying to claw the door down where big brother Sportz was happily munching away. To add insult to injury, he was then shoved in his carrier, taken on a car ride and got his balls lopped off. It just doesn't get any worse than that. Obviously, they gave him some pretty good drugs for the trip home though. He staggered around the house for a few hours, but at least he got to EAT. I think this guy must've been a labrador retriever in a past life. His mind is always on food, well, when he's not tormenting Sonic, Tess and Sportz. He seems pretty much recovered now, although I think he may have been in a bit of discomfort for a couple of days. Seems the little sneak was only pretending to swallow the pills the vet gave him for the pain. Charlie found them on the floor after I left for work. I was SURE he swallowed them. Little brat bit me while I was trying to get them down his throat, so serves him right.