Sancho Got A Headache

Warning:  This post pertains to an indelicate subject matter and possesses a certain absence of appropriate sympathy.  If you are prone to The Vapors, i suggest you wait for the next posting.  Thank you.  Chickory Blossom

Poor Sancho.
Everyone say AAaawwwwwwww.

Vet made a barn call, and now we have to rename him Sandra.  Or Sasha.  Or something a little less macho than Sancho.  We have 6 to 8 weeks to think of something cute.  The floor is now open to suggestions.

The vet was setting up and sterilizing everything, and in the process moved about a 2 gallon ice pack out of his way.  Jethro asked what it was for, and i told him it was for Sancho.  Vet grinned real big, but Jethro didn't think it was very funny.

Sancho musta known something was up, and he wasn't having any.  We had him in the sweetgum pen in plenty of time for him to calm down, and we gave him apples, but when the vet walked in the pen, Sancho went ballistic.

The vet roped him, and Sancho promptly jumped the fence, and then circled the entire perimeter of the property at a dead run, three times.  Vet and i just stood there watching him, but the vet didn't appear too excited, just said  he would run himself down sooner or later. 

After a bit, the vet and his assistant got in their truck and followed him down into the paddock next to Grumpy McFarlan's place.  They got him cornered, and then it looked like Sancho jumped the fence.  About that time, Grumpy came out of his house and headed over.  I was just CRINGING, as Grumpy is not a cat i want to swing.  Fortunately, Sancho was on our property, albeit in the absolute farthest corner of it.  Grumpy was just coming out to offer assistance.  Didn't catch whether he wanted to help the vet, or if he was offering to dig a hole. 

By the time i got down there, the vet had Sancho knocked out and had commenced the [clearing throat] procedure.  Poor Sancho was just laying there, quietly whining, as you could imagine.  When it was all over, i got a look at the [ahem] removed items, and said, "Wow!"  Vet looked at them, and said, "Yep, those are big ones.  Even for a donkey."

That could explain the agressive turn he has taken this summer, hence need for The Procedure.

Poor Sancho.  And then, as if he hadn't suffered enough indignity, i had the vet give him a pedicure. 

Well, he was already knocked out!!  I figured it was as good a time as any.  And i didn't have them painted red.  But i could have, to go with his new moniker.

What was really interesting, was that George and Ralph were all over the scene until the Vet pulled out his knife.  Then they were nowhere to be seen.

I am telling ya, those are the smartest dogs i have ever had.